Touch Base Tuesday River Ram Press #InspireWriters #InspireReaders The launch of The Ram Boutique: Volume One is coming fast and we are all working hard to make a masterpiece of an academic journal! It has been such a privilege to feature our 12 Highlighted Authors for the last year and I cannot wait to give them a real build up to their publication date. All the content that you missed and all the content you loved and lost will be back in a beautifully constructed journal.
One day I’ll post an article on my own blog again… until then, here’s another quick post! River Ram Press #InspireWriters #InspireReaders HIYA! This thought occurred to me, as I was snuggling into bed with a new David Sadaris book, that you have to listen to me chat on about River Ram Press when you have no clue who I am or what I am, or what I do. This, of course, might not bother you, but for those who are interested, this post is for you! I am a person who has always been
I stare at my knees. My lost day has been given back to me. Carol comes to check my pulse. She sticks the thermometer in my ear, sets my body back against the pillows and under the covers but I’m not in the room. I’m sitting under an afternoon sun, next to my pond. My skin warming, only to cool from the soft breeze. The birds spin tales of summer. I’m remembering Sam’s fingers as they run up my arm. Hotter than the sun. He begs me for a release. I stroke his cheek. I listen t
For the moment, she’s the force behind the calm. Encouragement and serenity pressed in-between the lines of each report. And it’s working. The city has started to celebrate the stars alongside the confident voice of the overrated lead anchor and her words. Fear’s now subsided from the headlines of local towns and cities, inspired by our attitude. However, she hasn’t taken a night off to actually go and witness the sights, the stars, with me. I’m not one to traps through that
I’m not even sure what to say. I did love him – for whatever reason. I still feel him in my chest when I think of losing him and the thought is hard to take. When we touch, I feel whole and safe. But then I remember who is holding me and that feeling challenges itself into a confusion that weights down on me for days at a time. I don’t know what to do. – – – xx, Kristin #writing #creativewriting #personal #relationship #love #fiction #fantasy
Jane heard a set footsteps scuff past. Goosebumps came from a shiver up her spine. Her body pulsed around her, the hard surface pushing into her bones. It was so cold. The world was blurry as she blinked awake. An orange glow warmed the center of her vision, but Jane could not muster the energy to move closer. Too tired. The concept of pushing off the floor was enough to melt her back into the stone. There was something heavy in the air. Something heavy in her head. – – – xx,
Harter ducked. A heavy blow came from his left side, but the current issue was the beast in front of him. It jabbed its massive horn towards his stomach, trying to gut him without grace. Hot breath streamed from the nostrils that Harter used to hold himself steady to his grey hide. Groaning, he tried to ignore the small being who stabbed uselessly at his side. The blade would not enter the impenetrable, skin of his horchef race, but that did not mean each blow came without an