The new world of media has left many of the large institutions reeling, trying to find a purchase on the steep cliff face they find themselves now sliding down. But it has also left the public wanting, with a desire for real news and facts about what is going on in the world more pressing than ever.
James is an aspiring author currently based in Vancouver, BC. A fan of reading from an early age, he always dreamed of penning stories that resonated with people, and hopes to find that with this blog. He enjoys writing short stories, and is undergoing the arduous and circuitous process of attempting his first novel. In …
I’ve taken up running again during this quarantine. I used to do it regularly. I played sports my whole young life, so the actual mechanics and the act of it were second nature to me. Even after I gave up sports, I used to lace up my shoes twice or three times a week and …
Continue reading The Hardest Part is the Middle – Running and Writing
Part 1: https://sjcwrites.home.blog/2020/05/04/nightcrawlers/ Part 2: https://sjcwrites.home.blog/2020/05/06/nightcrawlers-part-2/ A high pitched squeal, a layered tone of glass shattering white noise and a guttural hoarse growling underneath, rang throughout the store. And he heard footsteps outside, scrabbling over the broken stonework and debris. Isaac lay still, ears strained and still ringing. And then from the front of the …
He woke. There was a wave that floated through his head, and as it passed through him it filled him with ease and a sense of weightlessness. But then he woke. He saw up in bed. She was gone already. He faintly remembered the sound of the shower running, the noise of her barefoot padding …
Part 1: https://sjcwrites.home.blog/2020/05/04/nightcrawlers/ The store looked to be a large pharmacy chain. Rows of high shelves ran from where they stood to the far wall several hundred yards away. Some of the shelves had toppled, spilling their contents on the floor, and the lights overhead were broken, but other than that the place looked untouched. …
Photo by Dan Meyers on Unsplash They came at night. And night was fast approaching. Isaac quickened his pace, through the abandoned streets, his boots crunching over broken glass and gravel underneath, eyes scouring the empty shop windows and the shadows down the alleyways. His hands drifted to the pistol holstered on his belt, and the varmint rifle …
“Have you got that line ready?” Tom said from the bow of the little boat. Jacob looked at him with a disproving face. “You’re after making me fuck this one up, he said. “Now I have to start again.” He turned his attention back to the very fine twine in his hands, and the feathered …
Dear P, It’s a strange world we find ourselves in, and growing stranger by the week. So much has happened since we last met face to face, and I can only assume that it’s been the same for you. It must be the same for everyone. Life has become a blur of the kitchen table, …
“Mama,” the little girl said. “Why do you always knock on the door frame when you come in?” Her mother set the little bundle of firewood on the floor, and turned to pull the door to the little cabin shut after her, shutting out the lashings of rain outside. “Just a moment, Tyriani,” her mother …
Continue reading Knock on Wood- Short Story for Horror Fans (Fast Read Time – 3 Min)
Writes Of Passage 