Writers Are Parents
K.M Allan is a writer I have been following since before she became that beautiful mistress of words; an author. Time and time again I have been inspired by her tried and true writing tips. So, when she published her first book, The Beginning, I had to read it, if only to see her writing techniques in action.
A blind boy contemplates the arrival of his newborn sibling without favor based off the whispered experiences of a school bully.
A gentleman but not a gentleman was what Edward always was, given the 'no smoking' signs pasted to the ghastly lavender walls.
E is for Epic . . .
V is for Valiant . . .
Fingers tap the window, made of ghosts and mist. It wants me.
She slides into the silk, the maid's fingers on the buttons. Hundreds of buttons . . .
She is that which never wavers, silent in the face of bloodshed, smiling in the face of the storm. She is loyalty; forever inspiring.
She came from the woods, her hair deserving of jewels and her face as sad as a dying tulip.
A foster child, Jay Baker has been alone since birth. With no one to talk to, his journal pages become his family as he chronicles his journey toward adoption.
Worlds come to life, as with the written word, a picture captured in dreams.
B is Butterfly . . .
"Is it true you do not spank me because I am blind?"
Father said nothing. Only his breathing sounded as Miles' heart sank. It was true, after all. It was not love; it was because he was blind. Disabled. Different.Â
Our roots are deep, vines between the knitting needles.
One is cursed. The other is not. Is it staff or man?
