Where are you Nasim?
A squeak, a thud, and a heavy rolling sound from upstairs sent alarms blaring in Jocelyn's head. She froze. Couldn't have been Nasim--he should still be at the dinner with pharmaceutical people. Or was that meant to be tomorrow night?
Driving test for AI in fiction writing
Testing how two AI programs fare in real writing
Party Animals Dig Dominoes
My flash fiction piece
Review of "Lying Eyes" by Ashish K Kulshreshth
Historical Fiction Book Review
Gone baby gone
What a classic 2007 movie teaches me about writing and plotting.