Caitlin McColl
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Radio Silence - Part 2
He took his keys out of his pocket and absent-mindedly put them on the small square side table next to the couch and not hanging up on the key rack by the front door. Joe looked out the window. In the darkness of the early morning, before the sun had even risen he could see his reflection. He looked even more pale than he usually did. He had felt a bit not himself the night before but nothing too out of the ordinary.
By Caitlin McColl3 years ago in Fiction
Strong at the Broken Places
Do any of you write post-apocalyptic fiction? I don’t know about you, but it feels very odd…a bit too close to the bone to write post apocalyptic fiction during the Covid-19 pandemic. Before 2020 it was just fiction and now, it’s kind of become reality (except if you’re writing about aliens or zombies or what-have-you, then that throws it back into the fiction realm, but only just). I just finished writing a post-apocalyptic fiction story that I’d stopped writing shortly after I started it in 2015, because my mom died (well, and also because I was kind of stuck too).
By Caitlin McColl3 years ago in Motivation
Radio Silence
*Authors Note* I started this story back in November 2015 (before the pandemic, eerily, considering the subject matter), and stopped writing it in December 2015 when my mom passed away. So I'm sharing it in parts, and hoping to finish it as I share it here (I have 50,000 words written so far, so a large chunk).
By Caitlin McColl3 years ago in Fiction
Contagion
Let’s start at the end, shall we? What remained of the city was now more wild than man-made, nature having fairly successfully reclaimed what used to all be hers. But buildings, for the most part, still stood, though faint shadows of the proud, strong structures they once were.
By Caitlin McColl3 years ago in Fiction