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A Post Apocalyptic Siren’s Song
A soft humming rode the wind—strange, yet familiar. The tune teased his memory, as if it had followed him since childhood. He had never seen a person—or any creature—linked to the sound. For years, he dismissed it as a sound from the old power lines, long abandoned in this changed world. But today, the humming was different. There was a proper voice associated with it, if only he could find where that voice was coming from. He moved like a shadow through ruins he’d never dared to […]https://ceriashwardauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/27/a-post-apocalyptic-sirens-song/
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A Post Apocalyptic Siren’s Song
A soft humming rode the wind—strange, yet familiar. The tune teased his memory, as if it had followed him since childhood. He had never seen a person—or any creature—linked to the sound. For years, he dismissed it as a sound from the old power lines, long abandoned in this changed world. But today, the humming was different. There was a proper voice associated with it, if only he could find where that voice was coming from. He moved like a shadow through ruins he’d never dared to […]https://ceriashwardauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/27/a-post-apocalyptic-sirens-song/
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A Post Apocalyptic Siren’s Song
A soft humming rode the wind—strange, yet familiar. The tune teased his memory, as if it had followed him since childhood. He had never seen a person—or any creature—linked to the sound. For years, he dismissed it as a sound from the old power lines, long abandoned in this changed world. But today, the humming was different. There was a proper voice associated with it, if only he could find where that voice was coming from. He moved like a shadow through ruins he’d never dared to […]https://ceriashwardauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/27/a-post-apocalyptic-sirens-song/
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A Post Apocalyptic Siren’s Song
A soft humming rode the wind—strange, yet familiar. The tune teased his memory, as if it had followed him since childhood. He had never seen a person—or any creature—linked to the sound. For years, he dismissed it as a sound from the old power lines, long abandoned in this changed world. But today, the humming was different. There was a proper voice associated with it, if only he could find where that voice was coming from. He moved like a shadow through ruins he’d never dared to […]https://ceriashwardauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/27/a-post-apocalyptic-sirens-song/
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A Post Apocalyptic Siren’s Song
A soft humming rode the wind—strange, yet familiar. The tune teased his memory, as if it had followed him since childhood. He had never seen a person—or any creature—linked to the sound. For years, he dismissed it as a sound from the old power lines, long abandoned in this changed world. But today, the humming was different. There was a proper voice associated with it, if only he could find where that voice was coming from. He moved like a shadow through ruins he’d never dared to […]https://ceriashwardauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/27/a-post-apocalyptic-sirens-song/
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Creative Writing: … and Stormy Night
“If only they would tell the truth,” the lost girl mused. Katie watched as the teens in the group wandered into the woods. “If these children knew my story, they would never come out here.” Only a few would be returning, and they wouldn’t be returning whole. She knew this from the moment she issued the challenge over a hundred years ago. She was killed right here, in the woods, at the very spot where she used to tell the story and where the challenge always began. This firepit […]https://ceriashwardauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/25/creative-writing-and-stormy-night/
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Creative Writing: … and Stormy Night
“If only they would tell the truth,” the lost girl mused. Katie watched as the teens in the group wandered into the woods. “If these children knew my story, they would never come out here.” Only a few would be returning, and they wouldn’t be returning whole. She knew this from the moment she issued the challenge over a hundred years ago. She was killed right here, in the woods, at the very spot where she used to tell the story and where the challenge always began. This firepit […]https://ceriashwardauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/25/creative-writing-and-stormy-night/
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Creative Writing: … and Stormy Night
“If only they would tell the truth,” the lost girl mused. Katie watched as the teens in the group wandered into the woods. “If these children knew my story, they would never come out here.” Only a few would be returning, and they wouldn’t be returning whole. She knew this from the moment she issued the challenge over a hundred years ago. She was killed right here, in the woods, at the very spot where she used to tell the story and where the challenge always began. This firepit […]https://ceriashwardauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/25/creative-writing-and-stormy-night/
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Creative Writing: … and Stormy Night
“If only they would tell the truth,” the lost girl mused. Katie watched as the teens in the group wandered into the woods. “If these children knew my story, they would never come out here.” Only a few would be returning, and they wouldn’t be returning whole. She knew this from the moment she issued the challenge over a hundred years ago. She was killed right here, in the woods, at the very spot where she used to tell the story and where the challenge always began. This firepit […]https://ceriashwardauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/25/creative-writing-and-stormy-night/
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Creative Writing: … and Stormy Night
“If only they would tell the truth,” the lost girl mused. Katie watched as the teens in the group wandered into the woods. “If these children knew my story, they would never come out here.” Only a few would be returning, and they wouldn’t be returning whole. She knew this from the moment she issued the challenge over a hundred years ago. She was killed right here, in the woods, at the very spot where she used to tell the story and where the challenge always began. This firepit […]https://ceriashwardauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/25/creative-writing-and-stormy-night/
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Creative Writing: The Darkened…
The night, dark and stormy as always, felt cliché. And the first person who could find the totem left behind would be the winner of this strange game. They decided to play a game based on the stories they told as kids as a joke. The ones that made you think twice before sleeping in the dark of your bedroom. The spooky stories that were certain to give you a slight fright. But this little game was not based on any old story. It had its origins in an actual event that occurred nearby, in the […]https://ceriashwardauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/24/creative-writing-the-darkened/
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Creative Writing: The Darkened…
The night, dark and stormy as always, felt cliché. And the first person who could find the totem left behind would be the winner of this strange game. They decided to play a game based on the stories they told as kids as a joke. The ones that made you think twice before sleeping in the dark of your bedroom. The spooky stories that were certain to give you a slight fright. But this little game was not based on any old story. It had its origins in an actual event that occurred nearby, in the […]https://ceriashwardauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/24/creative-writing-the-darkened/
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Creative Writing: The Darkened…
The night, dark and stormy as always, felt cliché. And the first person who could find the totem left behind would be the winner of this strange game. They decided to play a game based on the stories they told as kids as a joke. The ones that made you think twice before sleeping in the dark of your bedroom. The spooky stories that were certain to give you a slight fright. But this little game was not based on any old story. It had its origins in an actual event that occurred nearby, in the […]https://ceriashwardauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/24/creative-writing-the-darkened/
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Creative Writing: The Darkened…
The night, dark and stormy as always, felt cliché. And the first person who could find the totem left behind would be the winner of this strange game. They decided to play a game based on the stories they told as kids as a joke. The ones that made you think twice before sleeping in the dark of your bedroom. The spooky stories that were certain to give you a slight fright. But this little game was not based on any old story. It had its origins in an actual event that occurred nearby, in the […]https://ceriashwardauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/24/creative-writing-the-darkened/
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Creative Writing: The Darkened…
The night, dark and stormy as always, felt cliché. And the first person who could find the totem left behind would be the winner of this strange game. They decided to play a game based on the stories they told as kids as a joke. The ones that made you think twice before sleeping in the dark of your bedroom. The spooky stories that were certain to give you a slight fright. But this little game was not based on any old story. It had its origins in an actual event that occurred nearby, in the […]https://ceriashwardauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/24/creative-writing-the-darkened/
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Drabble: Witch’s Moon
Once upon a moonlit night, when shadows followed close, I took a wander around my home. Sheltered under the bright full moon’s light, I saw as the world slumbered on. As I traveled owls flew by on whispered wings. And from time to time, a caterwaul, as hunting cats crossed paths. I am but a small sprite, not one to shy away from my curiosity. My favorite place is this lovely farm, the orchard with apples ready for cider. I will try to sneak one or two home after tonight’s celebrations […]https://ceriashwardauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/23/drabble-witchs-moon/
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A new hidden cost of accessibility I discovered this morning…
Today was supposed to be a day where I could get out and about through our local transit system. I was supposed to catch the cab out to my partner's work and the public bus home. Until we woke up and saw rivulets of rainwater flowing down our little side-street. A veritable downpour. I use forearm crutches (or a rollator) when I go out to shop, to wander, or to just be not at home. I have extensive issues with walking unaided--more than just normal clumsiness, I have been known to walk into […] -
A new hidden cost of accessibility I discovered this morning…
Today was supposed to be a day where I could get out and about through our local transit system. I was supposed to catch the cab out to my partner's work and the public bus home. Until we woke up and saw rivulets of rainwater flowing down our little side-street. A veritable downpour. I use forearm crutches (or a rollator) when I go out to shop, to wander, or to just be not at home. I have extensive issues with walking unaided--more than just normal clumsiness, I have been known to walk into […] -
A new hidden cost of accessibility I discovered this morning…
Today was supposed to be a day where I could get out and about through our local transit system. I was supposed to catch the cab out to my partner's work and the public bus home. Until we woke up and saw rivulets of rainwater flowing down our little side-street. A veritable downpour. I use forearm crutches (or a rollator) when I go out to shop, to wander, or to just be not at home. I have extensive issues with walking unaided--more than just normal clumsiness, I have been known to walk into […] -
A new hidden cost of accessibility I discovered this morning…
Today was supposed to be a day where I could get out and about through our local transit system. I was supposed to catch the cab out to my partner's work and the public bus home. Until we woke up and saw rivulets of rainwater flowing down our little side-street. A veritable downpour. I use forearm crutches (or a rollator) when I go out to shop, to wander, or to just be not at home. I have extensive issues with walking unaided--more than just normal clumsiness, I have been known to walk into […] -
Mapping My Writing Life: A Look Inside the Creative Atlas System
Today I want to share a look at the writing systems I’ve been building, and how they all work together under what I call my Creative Atlas System. On the surface, it might look like I’m juggling a lot of projects at once. In practice, it’s a structured way of rotating between different types of creative work depending on focus, energy, and curiosity for the day. Instead of staying locked into a single project, I move through different modes of writing—some days for deep novel work, […]