September 2022
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Zero Draft
Hello friends and welcome to another lover of longhand edition of Just Another Struggling Writer. I’m just another struggling writer. Since turning in most recent, and possibly last for the year, romance novella last week I have found myself with the most curious thing: spare time. Wild, I know. Of course, I took a few… Continue reading
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The Ballad of Mercy May; 0012
Previous the creatures pursuing her are her answer. She has no other choice but to push her already exhausted body onward to the city on the hill. Surely they will tire, she tells herself, a sharp pain in her side like a knife between her ribs from the effort making it difficult to breathe, and… Continue reading
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Drabble Rock; Week 10
blame “Your mother never told you what she was doing in my city that day, did she?” Torrence’s voice was low and teasing, a sadistic smile tugging at their lips. Leema didn’t answer – couldn’t. But her silence was answer enough. “Of course she didn’t,” the spy continued, still circling her as an animal might… Continue reading
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Monday Motivations; Knight of Cups
Help friends and welcome to another wolfish week of writing. Friends, I am back after yet another unexpected week off thanks to yet another of my children coming down with appendicitis. For those keeping track at home, that’s two in two months. Fortunately, everything went well and I am back to the grind. Best of… Continue reading
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The Ballad of Mercy May; 0011
Previous their own volition, as if her body is possessed by a power that is at once both foreign and familiar. It is… strangely exhilarating. Eventually, the wild terrain gives way to tamed, yet unkempt farmland. A dirt path forms, a welcome relief to the woman’s aching feet after the undergrowth, and here and there… Continue reading
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Just Keep Swimming
Tenacity: the quality or state of being persistent Continue reading
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The Ballad of Mercy May; 0010
Previous as she passes. The hot panting breath of the monster on her heels steadily fades. A scream of frustration echoes through the trees. But she is leaving it behind. Slowly, the nigh on suffocating foliage begins to thin, and, a few strides later, she bursts through the thicket into bright sunshine and open space.… Continue reading
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Monday Motivations; Five of Pentacles
Hello friends and welcome to another wrangled week of writing. It’s officially back to real life this week and I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss the routine. While I fervently wish writing could be my routine, it’s not and so I have to make hay with the one I’ve got. Unfortunately,… Continue reading
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The Ballad of Mercy May; 0009
Previous this gods forsaken forest, this is the end. No. In that moment, it is the only word she knows. Whether it is her own determination, or that of the disembodied presence hovering at the back of her consciousness, it saves her — at least for the moment. A surge of energy courses through her,… Continue reading
About Me
Kerry Share’s love for writing started, as it so often does, as a love of reading at an early age. At age 11 she wrote her first short story, a Harry Potter knockoff of dubious quality, and her love for creative expression was born. Throughout her teen years she continued to foster that passion through derivative work, and at 23 she turned her eye to original fiction.
Now in her thirties, having taken a break from creative endeavors to cope with an ever changing life and landscape, she is determined to make her dream of a writing career reality.
