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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
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Drabble Rock, Week 10
kettle The tea kettle whistled then, the shrill sound piercing the air, but still the old woman did not release Arcelie from her grip – or her sightless gaze. “Have they told you what happens to us?” The woman asked, her voice a harsh whisper. “Have they warned you what your power will do to… Continue reading
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Drabble Rock, Week 9
reckless Of all the endeavors she’d undertaken in her heretofore fruitless search for her wayward twin sister, this was far and away the most reckless scheme she’d ever hatched. In the shadows of the abandoned market stall that stood across from the gatehouse where newly indentured servants bound for the Silent Empire were processed, Yvenna… Continue reading
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Monday Motivations; Seven of Pentacles
Hello friends and welcome to another working week of writing. Well, I am now in the back half of my final vacation of the year, and when I set out on these day-job free days I had intended to do a lot of writing so I could wrap up my current freelance contract ahead of… Continue reading
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The Ballad of Mercy May; 0008
Previous her empty mind could have possibly conceived. The beast cannot possibly be of this world, she knows at once. It might be called a canine, as it pursues her on four long limbs bent at unnatural angles and is possessed of a slavering snout full of massive, serrated teeth. It has no fur, however,… Continue reading
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Shameless Self-Promotion: Patreon Launch
To say I never imagined I would end up here, proudly presenting my novellas to the world at large is a huge understatement. Continue reading
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Drabble Rock, Week 8
captivate “Marvelous,” said Lord Conteville and he swept forward to greet Marceline, planting sloppy, wine-soaked kisses on each cheek. “Simply captivating, my dear. I daresay you have caught the eye of every eligible man here. And some ineligible, I might add.” He chortled at his own little joke, while Marceline watched, smiling politely, though, privately,… 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.
Just Another Struggling Writer 