Callum Summers
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I love reading and writing about fantasy and fantasy worlds.
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I use Inktober as a Writing Aid
If you are a writer reading this, you know just how hard it is to find content to write about. Oftentimes, we have writing groups that employ various methods such as word sprints to get that creativity flowing. However, I have been in many of these groups that died out due to the curse of inactivity. Another source we often use are writing prompt groups such as r/writingprompts on Reddit, but the very specific prompts on there can be limiting, or may not inspire creativity. There are plenty of other resources writers use to practice, but let me throw my personal resource out there: Inktober52.
By Callum Summersabout 18 hours ago in Writers
That Unfettered Desire
My evening started when an axe swung down on me. The axe had almost taken my face, half my skull, and certainly my brain with it. It had been wielded by no hands that were human. A learned man might say it was perhaps gravity that beset that axe upon me. To which I would ask: how has gravity moved the hatchet that I used to chop firewood this morning above the door outside my parlor? My explanation is backed up by months of observation. You see, when I moved into this mansion three months ago, many a selcouth occurrence had befallen me.
By Callum Summers3 months ago in Fiction
Trapped by the Spider. Content Warning.
**Warning: Contains depiction of kidnapping and torture.** I knocked on the door three times. Knock. Knock. Knock. My presence was greeted by a dog barking, and within a minute, the sound of locks fumbling. The door swung open and I was greeted by the acrid smell of Marlboro red’s–what Grandpa used to smoke. A man stood in the doorway with a mess of curly grey and smoke-dyed hair. A slop of a beard decorated his face with his high cheekbones that pushed on narrow, beady brown eyes. He stood taller than me, but was short for a man. His red and black flannel fit poorly over his round belly.
By Callum Summers4 months ago in Fiction
