Monday, October 22, 2012

Seeing Vs Feeling Description Writing

Seeing Vs Feeling Description Writing


Most people I’ve communicated with, I say communicated because I haven’t necessarily seen them in person or talked with them on the phone for that matter (most of the world is interweb connected these days), would say that as they write they see the story in their mind’s eye like a movie screen.

I admit that the movie screen scenario is something I do myself.

You may be wondering why is that relevant? Or that I make it sound like it’s a bad thing. Well I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, on the contrary, movie screen mode really helps a writer visualize and work through a story.

BUT, oh I knew that you knew there would be a but in here, writing only in movie screen mode limits the descriptive power of most things which gives the reader an opportunity to glaze (skim) over the vegetables to get back into the meat of the action.

That is the case because movie is mostly visual based, seeing images flashing before your eyes.

The eyes are only one particular sense that we have as humans to remember and be a part of a story.

To be honest the eyes and visual senses are so commonly used as a descriptor that even I can wash over potentially important information in a book or story if that is the main source of information about my surroundings.

What catches our hearts are the less knowingly used senses that evoke powerful memories and feelings much more so than seeing alone.

Smells – 
When you smell fresh linens basking in the lavender winds…

Sounds – 
The sound of crunching twigs beneath your feet and crisp Fall leaves…

Tactile feelings – 
Horripilation surfacing on the back of your neck at the prospect of being watched.

Taste – 
Those lips tasted like fresh peaches moist, sweet, and I was the one harvesting them.

Touching things, smelling things, hearing things, tasting things are a whole lot more powerful than most anything you can write about using just sight.

Enhance your descriptions by combining the senses. Make it that much more difficult for a reader to even think about skimming your hard earned words.

Choose but choose wisely

While you edit through your writing ask yourself,

What senses am I using here?”, 
Is it soley visual?” , 
What other senses can be used to enhance the image?

Take a moment to look at the following picture and describe it…

Thursday, September 27, 2012

InterroBANG - Grammar


Okay, so I was browsing through my email inbox and, yes I'm a subscriber of the word of the day from both and, I came across the word interrobang.

It was just such an intriguing word that I couldn't resist spreading the word of its existence.

The Interrobang Zine
I have, when I was younger, frequently combined a question mark with an exclamation point, for combined effort of both shock and question, but had NOOoo idea what the name for such a combination was. The definition of such an instance faded to the background as this combination was never used again after high school note passing ended.

Interro - Is the technical name for a question mark
Bang - Is the slang for the exclamation mark


Now I have this strong urge to always call an excited exclamation a BANG!

But it's still important to note that the Interrobang should be used with caution because not everything is worthy of the shock and awe factor of the combination of the question with a bang.

I also had this urge to find places with the word Interrobang... and found the Interrobang Zine and their twitter the @IBANG  <--- This one made my thoughts go down the gutter.

Anyways, I suppose my rant on the Interrobang is done for now.
@TheGlitterlady signing off

PS: Don't forget to drop by and check out the serial fiction WRATH ON EARTH  Young Adult - Urban - Fantasy - Paranormal - Romance

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Guest Post 3 Tips to a Good Spank

Go Over and Visit:

I'm featured on her blog with a guest post about 3 writing tips to a better story or in particular a better spanking story geared towards Celeste's particular niche. 

3 Tips are like the 3 basic Dance Steps
From these three steps you can create any dance move
So it's safe to assume that from these three writing tips
you can create any story!
Betty Paige - Spanking Photo
Included as a bonus to the 3 steps 
is my very own Flash Fiction Spanking Story

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Free Flash Fiction - A Moment

What is FreeFlashFiction?

An opportunity to submit your story of 200 to 1000 words for publication credit.

Do you get paid? Well no, but that's not what writing is about all the time. You have to give a little to gain a lot. It's about publicity, getting your name out there, and the gratification of knowing that an editor decided to publish your work instead of anything else flung into their slush pile.

Monday, August 6, 2012

Brother's Picnic - Flash Fiction

Brother's Picnic

Flash Fiction 
Side story to Wrath on Earth

“This is no Sunday school picnic!”

“Well I won’t be blessing anything, if that’s what you mean.” I rubbed my eyes to remove what seemed like black ink leaking from my pupils.

“This can’t be happening.” Panic rose in her voice.

“Would you have rather I let you be food for my brother?” The thought had crossed my mind to let him have her but then I had this nagging ache in my belly. It just proceeded to worsen as the seconds wore on. Phasing took a lot out of this body but I was gaining more control and becoming stronger.


“Vyllerei’s food isn’t just eating. It’s overindulgence of anything and everything including your flesh.” I knew my brother wouldn’t be satisfied unless she had died while eating the body he was wearing. He’s done it before with the pretty ones. So beautiful he could eat them up and he wanted them to think he was just as beautiful.

Part of me was angry that he had the option of discarding his body and finding another and another part of me was angry for the wrong reasons. It was sick to think I would be so upset if he had used Elsa that way.

Something was wrong with me.

“You’re eyes are black.” Elsa stepped forward and touched my cheek.

I don’t feel like the demon I was months ago.

“You’re safe.” I held her hand to my face then pulled her close. I won’t let him have her.

250 words

Stevie McCoy

Note: Vyllerei = German for Gluttony

This Flash Fiction inspired by #unZombie prompt by

The prompt I chose to include in my piece was : “This is no Sunday school picnic!”
What Flash Fiction can you come up with using this prompt phrase?

This Flash Fiction is based on the story WRATH ON EARTH, You can follow along with this paranormal romance every Thursday and Friday.

Friday, August 3, 2012

Into the Living Part 6

Into the Living - Chap 1 Part 6

I’d leave to avoid whatever life this boy had but this body was so weak and after using my materialization technique. I could hardly lift this new head of mine to see these human’s faces as they dragged me out the door. Using my abilities too soon after death must’ve been the breaking point for this fragile vessel.

Humanity was too fragile.

How could I, the second son of seven, be brought to such a state of being?

I am now a Being…

But only in part so I shall continue my mission and then return to my throne. Yes, I’ll continue and then return. This was only temporary.

“Mom.” My head lay on her lap in the backseat of the vehicle.


“What if he barfs on me?” She looked down at my vacant eyes. All I could do was stare absently.

“You’re easy to clean, the car isn’t. So you’d better hope he barfs on you instead of the car.”

“What?” She acted surprised, “What is this?”

“What’re you talking about?”

“He has fresh burns on his face.” Her hand lifted to brush the hair behind my ear to see the end of my father’s mark. Such soft hands. They glazed across my burn and a loud noise echoed within the car.

“What did you do?!” Her mom pressed the gas pedal in panic.

“I…I touched it.” Her hand was held within her other hand looking at it in shock. It was as if she were punishing her hand for touching me.

“Why did you do that? It could get infected!”

“I don’t know. I just… I just felt I had to. Mom hurry, I think I did something bad. His neck is bleeding!”

“We’re almost there. Tell him to hang in there.” I could sense her grip on the steering wheel and the tension in the car made my new body hum.

This was what I was looking for.

I craved to feel them excite and tighten their muscles in an act of compensation for the wrong in their life. How boring it was to have them just sit there like puppets feeling sorry for themselves.

“How beautiful.” The words escaped my lips as I felt the car continue to fill with anxiety. How wonderful.

“Don’t leave. Hold on!” She took my face in her hands and stared deeply into my eyes, “You have a choice to live.” Her eyes swelled with moisture.

This too was beautiful.

410 words

Chapter 1 mission completed

(To be continued...with Chapter 2 )
The journey of the demon Wrath has only just begun: Preview: "“So his parents are on their way? Thank goodness.” Mrs. Cloud collapsed into the chair.

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Into the Living Part 5

 Into the Living - Chapter 1 Part 5

 “I am…” My words were stunted as the contents of this boy’s stomach were excreted to pavement. He had swallowed so much water that for the most part that’s what it was.

“Uhhh.” She looked at her shoes with a pained expression, “Can you make it to the restroom?”

I looked around my brain was muddled.

“It’s over here.” She answered assisting my barely mobile body into a building, “Mom! Can you help me? This boy was outside our house barfing. He got it on my shoes!”

Footsteps stomped down the stairs, “What are you doing bringing him into our home?” She looked concerned, “He could’ve been drinking. He could be preparing to…”

“Does he look like he’s capable right now? He’s barely standing. Look.” She said as I felt my body falling. The wood flooring seemed soft then her mother gasped as a groan escaped my lips.

“Would you rather I left him to be like this outside our house?”

“We’re not taking him inside our home. I’m grabbing my keys we’ll take him to the hospital.”

“He might get into trouble that way.” She looked at me with sympathetic eyes. I rolled my own as I felt this body ache in ways I couldn’t even remember feeling before. Getting in trouble with this world’s authority was the least of any worries if I had them.

“Well then that was his own doing but we’ll not stand around pretending we’re doctors when he could need a stomach pumping or something.”
251 words

(To be continued... click next)
The journey of the demon Wrath has only just begun: Preview: "She took my face in her hands and stared deeply into my eyes, “You have a choice to live.”


Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Papercut- Flashfiction

Day 1 – Thinking
Though I do not plan on posting every day this month for BlogFlash2012 this particular prompt has inspired quite a few awesome flash fiction pieces around the webosphere. Thus inspiring me to contribute. A couple of my favorites that I have read were from @JDWenzel  Titled Hard and @Rowanwolf66 titled The Thinker

 Check them out for sure and now for my own inspired Flash Fiction piece. 

By Stevie McCoy

I was merely a boy but I didn’t feel like this was my fate. There was a battle within me between the reactions this body wanted from me and the reactions I wanted to give.

“Did that paper piss you off?” A sweet voice called to me. It was like sugar melting in my ears but like most sweets I didn’t want any part of it. Too much was bound to make me bleed.

“Excuse me?” I looked away from my desk and into her simple human eyes.

“If you stare at it much longer like that it may as well burst into flames.” She giggled while playfully snatching the ruled paper from beneath my gaze.

I was a demon trapped within the confines of this boy’s body forced to follow the human standards of school and socialization. I hadn’t decided whether my father was torturing me or giving me a gift that I haven’t quite realized how to utilize yet.

“It might be more useful that way.” I slowly slide the paper from her fingers knowing full well that at the last second it would give her a bloodless cut.

“In flames?” She winced and pulled her hand away, “Ow.”

“Yes?” I looked at her waiting for her reaction.

“Papercut… It’s nothing.” She placed her finger in her mouth and suckled on her wound. This, I thought, was beautiful. Maybe Earth won’t be so bad after all.

238 words

This Flash Fiction is based on the story WRATH ON EARTH, You can follow along with this paranormal romance every Thursday and Friday.

Friday, July 27, 2012

Into the Living Part 4

Into the Living - Chapter 1 Part 4

A darkness saturated my eyes and I looked down at the cracked ground below me. Laughing I used what strength I had left to part through the barriers of this world’s material matter to avoid his questions. I hated answering stupid questions. Why else would a boy be under a bridge? Suicide attempt gone wrong or perhaps I was just up to no good. Either one would’ve been true. I wasn’t about to explain myself to him but mostly that man wasn’t what I was after.

There’re too many laws, too many protocols, and too much red tape to cross in this world to do just about anything. But that’s what made this place so wonderful. The more barriers broken the more they tore themselves up inside. To see them struggle was so much more entertaining than to see their hollow shell by the time they came to me.

I could feel this sensation turning inside me like the heat of my existence was boiling my insides. I stopped to lean against a wall. My stomach churned and its contents bubbled to the surface.

“Are you alright?” The wall asked.

It gave way as I fell upon it. I looked up to see a girl.

“I said, are you alright?” She asked again.

Such a stupid question, really. If I was alright would I be leaning on her? Let alone mistaking her for a wall?

(To be continued...Click Next)
The journey of the demon Wrath has only just begun: Preview: "Footsteps stomped down the stairs, “What are you doing bringing him into our home?”



Thursday, July 26, 2012

Into the Living Part 3

Into the Living -Chapter 1 Part 3

“So you shall have.” The sound rumbled in my ears and I could see him in my mind smiling wickedly. Displeased with my actions I knew this wouldn’t be the last time I heard from him.

The Earth beneath me cracked and lifted assisting me to a standing position. My knees gave way and as I fell I could feel the water ravage my throat as it rushed from my lungs. Grabbing for my neck the shock had me gasp for air. Breathing. I’d never had the need before.

A sharp pain shuttered through my chest like lightening had struck that very spot. Nails tore through my soaked shirt, my nails, revealing a jagged rise in flesh across my chest and it crawled up my neck sizzling to a stop beside my ear. I heard a scream distant in my mind and becoming louder until I realized that it was my own screams tormenting my ears. This body was in pain. How fascinating. I reveled in the change and smiled as the burn coursed through my veins.

My heart was beating.

My brain was throbbing.

My body ached.

He had made me living.

I was alive.

My hand lifted to touch the burn on my neck. A momentary touch sent my head lurching away. I felt the pain. The burn still felt fresh with fire and I laughed.

“I am alive.”

“Hey! What are you doing down there?” A man that looked to be in an official uniform called out to me.

252 words
(To be continued... click next)
The journey of the demon Wrath has only just begun: Preview: "I hated answering stupid questions. Why else would a boy be under a bridge." 


Friday, July 20, 2012

Into the Living Part 2


Into the Living - Chapter 1 Part 2

He won’t survive the fall.

I’ll take over where he left off.

Moisture in the air lapped at my closed eyelids. It surprised me and I opened my mouth to feel it on my tongue. I then opened my eyes and I could see the water collapsing around me. My body began to twitch and then I remembered why. Air.

It’s something I needed.

The new me needed air.

I could feel him writhe around aimlessly searching for this substance. His feet were kicking, arms flailing, and then I could feel the resign. Finally, I was free.

Whoever this boy was; it didn’t matter. He’s spirit had left the vessel. I struggled to move each weighed limb to shore. Each muscle was swollen and felt like sacks of molten rocks. The body floated to the surface and I lied there in silence face down in the dirt ridden water. I stared at the flecks of leaves rotating around me and wondered why this body was so difficult. Once the spirit was gone I was told that controlling the body should’ve been so much easier, no resistance.

“What are you doing?” A voice called to me.

The resonance in the tone reminded me of my father.

And no doubt that was exactly who it was.

Angered by how uncooperative the body was I held out the hand and concentrated. The water boiled and recoiled against me flinging the lifeless form to the concrete shore.

“Doing what I should’ve done a long time ago.” The words gurgled from my mouth as the water overflowed from the sides of my lips.

268 words
(to be next)
The journey of the demon Wrath has only just begun: Preview: "A sharp pain shuttered through my chest like lightening had struck that very spot."


Writer's Prompt: Becoming a zombie, in 250 words or less make a flash fiction piece about the process of becoming or creating a zombie.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Into the Living Part 1

Heaven's Fiction

Paranormal Romance provided in easily digestible flash fiction doses

Into the Living

Chapter 1 Part 1

A salt mine lived in my throat absorbing any moisture and creating a burning ache as the dead flesh cracked. Like my throat life was barren with a yearning for more. More of anything and everything but mostly I craved a type of entertainment.

As I watched the tormented souls recount their living errors I sighed. The deserts of my home held nothing of importance. I held no meaning for these souls. I didn’t bring them here. I don’t do anything but make sure they continued to suffer in their own misery. It was boring and the mere look of constant sorrow on their faces boiled my blood.

The Inbetween was another story. The more happiness they had the more the sorrow of their mistakes ate them up inside. I’d heard so many stories about being one of them with all of their imperfections.

That’s what made them so wonderfully beautiful.

All of those failures, insecurities, and flaws.


But the only way to go there and play with them was to partially be one of them. Take on human form. Sure I’ve had plenty of them here but their souls were already so shattered even before they reached me. It was time for a change. It was time to do more than just watch.

I held up a shard of glass and smirked.

A boy appeared leaning over the edge of a bridge. His fingers were lightly clinging to the rails with the wind upon his face.

248 words
to be next

The journey of the demon Wrath has only just begun:
Preview: "My body began to twitch and then I remembered why... Air, it’s something I need."


Writer's Prompt:  Beauty of Imperfection - Be inspired by imperfection and the beauty in it to create your own flash fiction piece of 250 words or less.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012


Welcome to Heaven's Fiction

Paranormal Romance 

blogged in easily digestible pieces

Story updated every Thursday and Friday with around 250 more words per post.
Current story is: WRATH ON EARTH

The second son of the Devil, Wrath, was overcome with the need to influence humans on a more direct basis as a young boy fell to his death. What was only going to be a short vacation on the Inbetween "Earth" became the start of his life as part human when his father decided to merge his tainted soul with the rental body making him... Alive. Thrown into more than just a human host Wrath was forced to take part in high school where his existence was for the first time a choice to between being good or remaining evil.

Join Heaven's Fiction on Thursday and Friday.
  Wrath on Earth, the first book in a series each based on a fallen angel either rediscovering their goodness or reaffirming their demonized half.