|Some of my favorite deviations <3|
Jamie's Coin "For how long have you been following me?" Jamie asked.Jamie's Coin by Osterkaktus
"Do you remember how you got here?"
"I took the elevator. You know, the grey one? The sign said to take the left one, so I took the left one."
"Mhm. And before that?"
"There was a long corridor. It was pretty dark, I couldn't see much." Jamie flipped the coin and caught it again. Held it up in the light and studied its details. "I don't think there were any walls, I remember trying to reach out into the darkness, but I was afraid I would fall into the emptiness."
"And before the corridor?"
"I..." Jamie hesitated for a moment, the only sound in the cave being the magnified booms of their footsteps.
"That's where I started following you. I'm surprised you didn't notice me earlier."
"I did. I just didn't want to disturb you." The coin went back into his pocket. Then he took it out again.
Sane "Next, please." The voice from the speakers was tired and worn-out, like he had said the words so many times it stopped having a meaning. There was one man before me, unable to move. His hair was brown and greasy, his limbs short and thick and his hands shaking. Somewhere inside his mind, he was probably screaming for his body to move, but nothing happened. He looked around him quickly, catching the gaze of two angry guards. Their uniforms were grey. Grey like dust. Ash. Death.Sane by Osterkaktus
"Next. Please." The man was still glued to the ground. I wanted to shake him back to his senses, but that would be seen as assault. So I was forced to simply stand and watch. The guards grabbed the man by his shoulders, forcing a soft whimper from his lips. They shot him quickly and pulled him away.
"Next, please." The guards were looking at me now, clunching their guns with a smile. The tallest one was itching to pull the trigger. So I walked over the pool
The Obscure Case of Jonathan Bois It was always a busy night on Halloween. Everyone were calling, insisting that they had seen a mysterious crime, or that they held evidence that Slenderman was real. Most called again shortly after with a confession that it had just been a costume. As a detective, it was simply my fate on halloween. Just like firemen on New Years 'Eve I was the city's to boss around with.The Obscure Case of Jonathan Bois by Osterkaktus
"I swear, it's true. My husband, Jonathan, he's been dead for a year, and now he comes to visit me in the night. He asks me for help, but for what I don't know. Then he starts shaking me, detective, and he doesn't stop until I start crying. Then he withdraws into the night, only to return an hour later."
"Miss, do you have any evidence of this? Are you sure that this is your husband?" I would ask with feigned curiosity. Phone locked in place between my cheek and shoulder, I'd try to read the newspaper. I wasn't even thinking about my responses an
Tea with T: A note on EDITINGSo, I thought I'd write a quick article about editing.Tea with T: A note on EDITING by OHiNeedTea
Because people aren't doing it enough -- I know, I'm one to talk -- but since I've spent a good deal of time in a literary agency, I thought I'd SHOW you the kind of editing I mean.
Because, let's face it, your first draft probably isn't going to be what's published. I don't mean go through rewording things and "improving the flow", I mean when you completely scrap it and write a completely different version.... and then you scrap that and write an even better one.
Basically, what I'm saying is don't be embarrassed/attached/in love with your drafts. Do millions until it's perfect. Then burn that one and do another.
So, to illustrate my point, I'm going to start posting examples of published author's work in their various different stages of editing. Unfortunately, I can't show you anything my agency is currently working with because that would breech our contract and get me fired, but here's a page from a literary magaz
|Some of my favorite deviations <3|