Category Archives: Fiction

R. Todd Henrichs — Imagining More…

Hey, go check out my contribution to Epic Fantasy Writer’s monthly theme, “Epic Fights and Battles”, where a group of fantasy writers share their thoughts on different aspects of writing fantasy.

John Robin: an editor's ramblings

Today, R.Todd Henrichs returns to talk about the two main types of fight scenes: Sword fights and epic battles. Want to know how to make your fight scenes exciting and fun to read? Read on to find out his 4 points for creating action scenes, whether small or epic. To read more by R.Todd, go HERE

I write how I see things. Or imagine. Because let’s face it, some of the things I imagine just don’t exist. Like dragons! And for the three of you who got that… you’re welcome.

When it comes to a lot of my writing, this actually works out really well. I map out the room, I see the setting, I watch the characters, and all I have to do is keep replaying in my mind what it is I see as I get it down on paper. Much like a painter doing a still life, I would assume…

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Beginnings

I wrote this to help someone else out with a story they were working on. Figured I would just share it with you. I think the concept for the story is really good and am hoping to one day have the opportunity to read the finished product.

 

E-0-0-0-E-G.

He ran his thumb over the nametag on his uniform blouse, feeling the thread from the embroidered stitching as he smoothed out the material. He curtly pulled at the bottom hem, pulling out any remaining material that might cause his uniform to look out of sorts. As he did, he gave himself one last glance in the mirror, a quick skim of his outfit to make sure everything was in place and that no wrinkles or bunched cloth would cost him a mark on the inspection.

The uniform was crisp. The grey material contrasted against his pale skin. His bony fingers down by his side reflexively scrunching as he fought against the rise of anxiety that started to creep in. His eyes, blue and sharp, stared back at himself. He thought “Get a hold of yourself, they mustn’t know you are nervous. You will become a Weed if they see.” Just the mere thought of Weeds set his mind to thinking of the 6 dozen or more failed members of his class. Continue reading Beginnings