Mackenzie Davis
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Most stories are reverted to Drafts, but will keep up resources & posts that hold community significance. May drop in for tips or updates.
My love & gratitude to you all.
It's time to pivot.
Boycott ALL A.I. \ Copyright Mackenzie Davis
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Do You Have a Glimmer Journal?
When I was at community college, a guest speaker came. I don’t recall her name, and barely her face, though I think she had blonde hair…She spoke about her life living on a ranch, how she had dropped her urban upbringing and went to live on a ranch in Montana, learning the hard work of keeping horses and cows and everything else. That’s why she came, you see—to talk about the book she wrote.
By Mackenzie Davis3 years ago in Writers
The Spyglass. Runner-Up in Mythmaker Challenge. Top Story - August 2023.
The Spyglass, Or Myth of the First Orphan The house stands strong despite its sandy foundation. Miles of digging had yielded a layer fit for the necessary starting place. Now, level with the dune runoffs, a patch of grass frames the boundaries of what had become possible in such a wasteland: an oasis, home to an eccentric hermit and his flower garden. He tends to it now, frail spine comforted in familiar bend, spade in hand. A forgotten smile tugs at his stroke-afflicted mouth, but an intensity circles his irises, evidencing the internal battle to rediscover just a memory or two.
By Mackenzie Davis3 years ago in Fiction
How to Embed a Link on Vocal
The mystery of link embedding can be challenge to both conceptualize and manifest. I don't even really understand how it works, but certainly there was a time I couldn't have told you what "embed" actually does. How could a particular link could place a visual, clickable element right there on a webpage, when another would only paste the URL plainly?
By Mackenzie Davis3 years ago in Resources
Ultra Violet Augury
Of that purple light I was afraid. I crouched in the street, covered by shadows from a devilish star, weeping at the purity that was once my shoulders. White. I thought the parasols would illuminate the alleyways and passerby in variegated shades. I wanted to soak in those secrets. But they were white. I stood, burdened by their ironic diffuse.
By Mackenzie Davis3 years ago in Fiction
