An Excerpt from Chapter Five of "The Possessive Kiss: Victoria's Story (Book Two of The Kiss Series) © Michelle C. Hillstrom True to her word, Polly brought a potion in a glass vial to Victoria that evening when she came in at her usual time to assist her mistress in the bedtime preparations. “You must... Continue Reading →
Excerpt from "The Faithful Kiss( Book One of The Kiss Series)" by: Michelle Hillstrom © I ran through the dark, wet fog. The dampness clung to my silk ball gown and something was following me. Something else was out there in the night with me, and it was evil. I was lost. I had never... Continue Reading →
I’ve been busy the past few weeks working on building a larger following on Facebook and Twitter, promoting my third book “A Kiss of Betrayal: Élisabet’s Story,” and working on one of Holly Lisle’s flash fiction classes. “A Kiss of Betrayal: Élisabet’s Story,” is the third book in “The Kiss Series,” which is a New... Continue Reading →
This is a poem that I wrote about twelve years ago. Blood Red © Michelle C. Hillstrom Thorns of blood red roses pierce and slice my heart. My blood lay ‘bout you and you paint with it this piece of art. A pretty picture of the girl I could never be and all that’s in... Continue Reading →
I love my dear, weird writer friends! If we weren’t weird we wouldn’t be able to see the world in a creative light. Embrace the weird!
I was working a lesson in the writing class I’m taking and I had a moment. You know, one of those breakthrough moments. I was making a mind map about why I want to write. I came up with many things that surprised me but one in particular struck me.
I wanted to be able to justify my weird. I’ve been odd my entire life. I’ve always seen things just a little differently than the people around me. I over-analyze everything (I don’t advise this). I add theme songs to daydreams. I bring up books constantly as examples of…well everything.
I often came across as distant. I wasn’t really, but when you’re in the middle of making up a cool fight scene it’s a little difficult to give others your full attention. I’ve lived more in my head a good portion of the time.
I was/am one of those types…
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My writing muse is a diva. She looks like your stereotypical Greek Muse (think the muses from the Disney movie Hercules as pictured above), but she is sassy, snotty, inconsiderate, and diva-licious. I have named her Diana Ross. Let me just go ahead and state that this in no way reflects upon the Great Diana... Continue Reading →
Here’s a flash fiction piece by a friend of mine. I enjoyed reading it so much, I just had to share it!
Cael found the key lying in the middle of the path as he trekked through the forest. His eyes were drawn to it even when he tried to dismiss it. Leaving it was impossible but reluctance stayed his hand as he stopped and stared at it.
There was something familiar about the key. Had he seen it before? It was large and ornate, not something one normally discarded or lost. When he realized he was going to pick it up, he tore his gaze away. Why was he hesitant?
His life would change if he touched it. Cael didn’t know why, but he was convinced. It called to him, which was never a good sign in this forest. He debated with himself, finally deciding he was being silly and reached for the key.
As he wrapped his hand around it…nothing. He laughed. It was just a key. Cael put it…
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Just discovered through a Google search that my books are being pirated through urbooklibrary.com as well as a few other websites and forums. My ebooks are sold for $0.99 and $1.99 and people are in forums asking how they can download my books for free?Ugh... explicit words explicit words explicit words explicit words...........
Today’s we feature a guest post by Robin Patchen. She is a writer and blogger and has a new book out, Finding Amanda. You are invited to enjoy her article and explore all of her links given below.
How do most of us (note—I’m one of the us) show emotions in our stories? Often, we use physical responses. Here are a few:
It works, it’s easy, and it makes the point. It’s perfect.
Maybe not.
It has been said that the purpose of fiction is to evoke an emotional reaction. So let me ask you, when you read the words, “Her eyes filled with tears,” do yours? Because mine don’t. And I don’t even know what a twisting gut feels like. Those phrases may show us how your character feels, but they…
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Flash Fiction: After the War © Michelle C. Hilstrom 2015 Before I left for The War, my daughter and I used to go to the park together while my wife attended her Bible Studies class at the church. My daughter loved to swing at that park. She’d swing so high she’d ask me if she... Continue Reading →
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