Once again, it’s that time of year REUTies! As writers all around the country gear up for NaNoWriMo, we’re busy behind-the-scenes, prepping for another fabulous round of short story madness! After an amazing outpouring of participation and support last year, we’re ecstatic to announce the 2nd annual Project REUTSway…
The news could be heard from across the village; reports of a wolf roaming the woods close by – too close – and, finally, a body had been found. It was only a matter of time, you tell me from the window. I shudder, recalling what I had seen…
Hi REUTies—long time, no blog.
We have an exciting announcement to make about a current author of REUTS: Melody Winter. If the title of this blog post didn’t give it away, we are excited to share the good news of having acquired the entire FOUR books of The Mine Series, with the…
Lea was the first to go. I remember missing the distraction her honeyed curls provided; they were just a breath away, practically begging to be pulled. It was such a simple yet acute loss. Even if her voice was pinched with frustration, I wolfed down any words she sent…
Swirling flutters of ice cold heaven fell to the ground. More and more, they formed into a blanket of undulating brightness contrasting against the grey of a darkening sky.
Lingering in my hiding place, a dark, litter strewn shop doorway tucked away down a side street, I scanned the blinding…
Slivers of silver dance in the moonlight on the other side of the glass. Would it cover the carnage, I wonder…bury my secrets under a blanket of white, leaving a clean slate of freshly fallen ignorance?
A throat clears behind me, sending my thoughts skittering into the hidden corners of…
Bel took hold of the icepick and silenced her uncle with a calmness that felt queer for such a bloody event. It wasn’t until she put the pick down and stood up, looking at the blood that had begun to pool on the bed sheets that her stomach quivered….
“Arthur.”
Green fields stretching outward as far as the eye could see. Sun streaming down comfortably warm. One could almost think this is paradise.
“Arthur.”
Her voice calls, echoing along the sea of grass, drawing me forward. Suddenly I am in a wood, wildlife singing all around. One foot in front of…
What the Web Tells Us About Writer’s Block
Writer’s block is often portrayed as a crippling state in which the writer simply cannot write. As a result, It is the writer’s most feared adversary.
Furthermore, it is often thought that the cure to writers block is either to write whatever gibberish…