The True Danger of Fake News

While I do not shy away from politics on my social media accounts, I’ve tried to keep my political blog posts to a minimum. However, this post is political, and regardless of your views, I hope you will read on. The True Danger of Fake News By Sara Codair No matter what side of theContinue reading “The True Danger of Fake News”

Micro Fiction: Be Better by Sara Codair

Note: This piece was originally written for Cracked Flash’s weekly writing contest. It didn’t win, but I still thought it was worth sharing since it is one of the first pieces I’ve written using gender neutral pronouns. I’ve been researching them for a while and often feel that if they were more known, I wouldContinue reading “Micro Fiction: Be Better by Sara Codair”

Flash Fiction: George and the Fatal Mistake

Earlier in the week, I blogged about a rejection I received for this story. No matter what I tell myself, at the end of the day, it really is fan fiction, and I need to stop sending it to places that don’t publish fan fiction. It belongs here, on my blog, where any one canContinue reading “Flash Fiction: George and the Fatal Mistake”

When a Form Rejection is Better…

I often find myself cringing at form rejections, wishing that editors would give just a snippet of insight into why they rejected my story. Today, I found myself wishing for a form rejection. Nearly a year ago, I wrote a story titled “George and the Fatal Mistake” merging George Lucas’ sale of the Star WarsContinue reading “When a Form Rejection is Better…”

Winning #NaNoWriMo2016

I have not been blogging as frequently as I once did. Aside from a busy semester, the other thing that can be blamed for that is National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). In the beginning of November, I wrote a couple posts about NaNoWriMo: one saying I was doing it “for real” and another about howContinue reading “Winning #NaNoWriMo2016”

Micro Fiction: Bullet Hole in a Yellow Window

Bullet Hole in a Yellow Window By Sara Codair Congealed sugar crystals. Bubbles captured in amber. Spider webs waiting to trap unsuspecting flies. A perfectly round path to another world where your blood isn’t splattered all over the sofa, sinking into the deepest part of the cushion staining pure white stuffing red. In that otherContinue reading “Micro Fiction: Bullet Hole in a Yellow Window”