S. A. Crawford
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Writer, reader, life-long student - being brave and finally taking the plunge by publishing some articles and fiction pieces.
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Void Walkers
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Unfortunately for Dolores Tan all she could hear when the airlock opened without warning was her own scream. It was pure luck that she was fastening her helmet when it did, but she couldn't find the silver lining in that as the stars pinwheeled around her in a nausea-inducing light show. Whatever she had grabbed in a vain attempt to save herself was hooked to a fold of the thick orange suit. She pulled it close as the Eternal Hope flashed by again and again. Hard, elongated, shining - instead of grabbing one of the rails she had torn a spare oxygen canister from its place in the case. This could work. The colossal form of the ship was now in darkness. Something was wrong, terribly wrong,
By S. A. Crawford4 years ago in Horror
The Body Isn't Something You Can Ruin
Scars, stretch marks, hyperpigmentation, acne, loose skin - I've had (or got) it all. At 28 years old my body has been through its fair share of damage and change already. From semi-violent sports, accidents, and injuries to genetic conditions, sensitive skin, and yo-yo weight gain and loss as a result of mental illness and binge-purge eating it's hard not to feel that I've ruined my body.
By S. A. Crawford4 years ago in Longevity
Widower's Peak
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." The shopkeepers face was a map of the world; crisscrossing laughter lines slashed through gorges created by worry and anger. He drummed his large, blunt-nailed hands on the counter as Iain set up the camera and narrowed his flinty eyes, tan face puckering around them as if considering whether to continue.
By S. A. Crawford4 years ago in Fiction
7 Quick and Dirty Writing Tips for Romance
Romance is something I spend a lot of time thinking about - mostly because I publish romantic erotica under a pseudonym - and that's led to some startling realizations about the staples of creating an effective romance, how to write effective sex scenes, and some key mistakes to avoid. Despite all this, the one thing that remains elusive is the ability to make a fictional romance feel real.
By S. A. Crawford4 years ago in Journal
The Croft
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It cast its sickly, flickering light sparsely across the stunted, gnarled gorse bushes that huddled close to its crumbling walls. Inside, a ragged, bedraggled man huddled close to the remnants of the fireplace and piled a pathetic tumble of moss and dead wood in its empty belly.
By S. A. Crawford4 years ago in Fiction
Growing Pains
The sun sits low in the sky during early autumn in Scotland - it seems to travel horizontally rather than in an arch, and the light it casts is like rich, golden honey. It drips over the world slowly and makes everything thick and hazy. When I think of my dad I think of this period; the gateway between the last, dying ebbs of the summer and the first gasps of autumn. I think of the dusty, cracked roads somewhere between the outskirts of the town and the forgotten byways past the last street lights. I think of campfires, tents, scraped knees, a hot, musty car, the smell of cigarette smoke and sharp aftershave and...
By S. A. Crawford4 years ago in Families
The Anatomy of an Ice Cream Float
Summer means St Andrews, and that, despite the passage of time, has always meant ice cream floats. The place, and taste, are so ingrained into my being that I can close my eyes and recall each change like a scar on the landscape of my world. A new building here, a cafe closed there - the expansion of the world and the shrinking of the family can all be held at bay by an ice cream float.
By S. A. Crawford4 years ago in Families
