Kylan

Well, here's chapter one of a new novel I'm working on. I decided I would try different waters and wade into the fantasy end of the YWS pool. Hello there. ...

You'll notice the song that the old woman sings looks suspiciously like a romantic language, instead of a Slavic one. I looked up Bosnian lullabies, found this one, listened to ...

Seville, Spain Charlotte Rush slapped the tape recorder on the café table and sat back, letting her eyes trace the geography of the clouds – tattered rags of cotton – ...

Another one. For God's sake, she had ruined another one. Mike was going to have a coronary once he heard that she had managed to chase away another story, make ...

There is incredible poetry in the way the arms of a corpse are sometimes lifted towards the sky, as if silent hallelujahs have been infused into its fingers – carried ...

Adam turned around and wiped his hands on his shirt and listened as distant screams and the isolated sound of grating metal funneled their way into the cell from other ...

Out of the four point of views I've written from, I've found Paul (and this chapter) to be the most fun by far. *** San Diego, CaliforniaEight Years Earlier His ...

Here's Nikola again! *** Outside of Sarajevo, Bosnia The air was pregnant with water. As Nikola ran through the field – each step stealing acetic tears from his eyes that ...