A short story October hung heavy over the town of Petrarsk. If one didn’t look hard enough, the grey, brutalist buildings could disappear into the overcast sky. Nina Alekseyeva raised the collar of her coat, to shield herself from the stinging rain that hadn’t ceased since Tuesday. Too distracted by her memories, she’d forgotten her…
First of all – Happy New Year! Frohes Neues! С Новым годом! 2024 was a wonderful year in many ways. It was full of writing, reading, making new connections and deepening my existing ones. I started a writing group. I made this solitary little hobby of mine a social one. I (sorta) tamed my coffee…
I am a firm believer that there is always room for improvement. In my daily life that often manifests itself as perfectionism, sometimes to a crippling degree. At work, I can spend what seems like a million years writing the same email over and over and over again, or performing the same test four times…
Priscilla Hogarth drew out the final note, letting it fill the saloon like smoke. There was no enchantment in her song tonight but still all eyes were on her, drawn to her as if she had cast one of her spells. Everything was still but the thick vibrato of her voice – glasses suspended just…
Hello! I am E. R. Presma, a Twin Cities-based independent author of adult and YA Fantasy. I’ve been writing my whole life – my earliest works include a riveting horror story, written when I was 8, about a mad scientist and the two siblings who set out to foil his evil plans – and after…
E. R. Presma 