Discussion Tuesday

Another week has come around and Tuesday’s discussion is upon us bloggers. 

This weeks topic

Write what you know.

At first, I thought it was referring to the genre. I know and love fantasy so I’ll write fantasy.

The more I have written, the more I have uncovered layers to this statement. 

For me I have found, it isn’t the know of genre to write, it is the themes within the story. Whether it is fantasy, romance, thriller, mystery, fiction or non-fiction. 

The themes of love, family, relationships and coming-of-age. These are the things I know, the things I have experienced.  

I could amend the original statement, and suggest 

Write what you have experienced. 

For discussion, comment the themes you have experienced? 

Is this how you interpret the original/ amended statement? Or was it something completely different? 

If you think someone has an interesting point of view, invite them or share this post to them.

#DWTSmith #writing 


Madness of Hallen 

The Madness of Hallen by Russell Meek.


It took too long to draw me in. The first ten chapters were really slow, alot of world building and telling instead of showing (except some scenes).
I wasn’t convinced with the relationship and hardship with Ohrl and Keysa. Maybe the second book will answer a few questions and cement the history, Meek tells us.

The reason I changed my review to 3 from 2 was some of the scenes. He shows them and made me feel immersed in those particular moments, especially the with the kaaldreer.

In saying all this, I still decided to finish for numerous reasons.

Firstly, I met him at a market in NZ selling his books. He told me the story of how it all begun, self-publishing story and his future plans. In that aspect, I admire him and respect him as an author.
Secondly, he is an indie author and self-published.
Thirdly, he designed and photographed the covers; and
Lastly, he is passionate about writing.

Overall, read the book but be prepared for a slow beginning.

Here is his website, Russell Meek.

and a trailer for Madness of Hallen.


Burimen Brothers – Part VI

I missed last Friday but #Fantasyfriday is back with an exciting new installment.

I hope you enjoy,

And here are all the previous installments!

I,     II,    III,   IV, and V

Happy reading and please leave feedback, (constructive criticism is never taken personally) like, or tweet if you enjoy it. Thank you.

P.s – for those who are reading and following the series, I changed the Brothers name. I wasn’t convienced sorry for any confusion. 

‘Are you crazy? I could’ve been killed,’ I yelled at them, struggling to stand up.

‘I told you he’d be mad Mother,’ Santhara smirked.

‘At least he isn’t dead.’

I bent over, holding my hands on my knees. Taking in deep breaths to calm down.

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Black Suits and Ties


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A year ago, I wrote this short story whilst waiting at Central Station for my train.

I did a lot of writing while I commuted, it passed the time and there was a diverse range of people showing different character traits that I a could, as a writer, observe and write.

I hope you enjoy. I would appreciate some feedback if anyone has some to offer; I love constructive criticism.


“Next stop, Central Station. This train terminates at Central Station; please take all your belongings and rubbish with you. Thank you,” said the voice of the city rail train.

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Short or/ and Long-term Goals

Hello everyone,

I’m back and it feels grand to be exploring blogs, absorbing ideas and, most of all, engaging with my followers online.

I had an interesting few days and I was dying to post new ideas and thoughts.

At the start of my blog I aimed for 50 followers and week, that was 6 weeks ago and I just reached 450! A lot more than I had intended and I am more than thrilled to know that I have attracted my blog across the 5 oceans. Thank you to all of you.

There was a reason for my boasting and that was to start the weekly Tuesday discussion.

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Apologies again.. 

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder”

To my loyal followers and new followers, I advise to you I have been absent with my blog as I am away with the in-laws. 

I will be returning on Sunday afternoon, and continue my weekly Burimen Brothers instalments and regular posts. 

Don’t worry I haven’t forgotten about you, as long as you haven’t forgotten me. 

#DWTSmith #absence 



Writing different forms of poetry tests your ability to write. Just like my other post with short stories; it’s writing outside your comfort zone.

Here is a villanelle, for those who don’t know what a villanelle poem is:

5 tercets (3 line stanzas) with ABA rhyme scheme, followed by 1 quatrain (4 line stanza) with ABAA rhyme scheme. The first and third lines of the tercet are alternately repeated as are the last lines of the remaining stanzas.

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Short Stories and Writing

Short Stories; a beginning, a middle and an end.

When I was at university I struggle to write short stories. To find a simple topic, expand in detail and conclude in a short space – while building a world, developing character and a plot.

The best thing I found with short stories, is stepping outside your comfort zone. I used to only write fantasy and now I am writing science-fiction, fiction, historical fiction, poetry and crime.

The more I write, the easier it has come to be happy with a plot, maybe because I read a lot of short stories. There is a lot skill behind each novel, in my opinion more so in short stories.

I made a short story page in my blog but it isn’t as engaging as the posts. So I will continue to share my stories in posts.

As a writer, where do you get inspiration from?

Do you like writing short stories/ flash fiction? and Why?

I hope you enjoy my short sci-fi story, I wrote it after playing the video game, Final Fantasy VII.


Remaining Life support ten minutes read the timer below the glass panel.

Who would’ve thought, being the first man to step foot on the moon would be drifting in space, cast into an eternity of darkness. With only my spacesuit and the voice recorder.

Fours days earlier it all seemed smooth, the take of went according to plan, the separation of the vessels broke off at the correct time, leaving me with only the tip of the space iceberg. Three days of traveling at high-speeds and a planned route towards the silver nights watchman, the moon. I landed safe, as one could, and leaped out of the shuttle, with the flag in one hand. “One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind”. I pierced the American flag into the rock surface and enjoyed the greatest view of all time.

Looking back at Earth, the very existence of life – I know that’s cheesy but it is my monologue. What does it matter anyway; no-one will find my floating corpse.

As I was saying, when I was younger, in grade six, I would stare at the globe in the library. Fascinated by this sphere that had enormous amounts of ocean, more than land. I was fascinated and curious to see if Earth actually looked like that. But now I know for sure, it is.

Remaining Life Support, Five minutes. The spacesuit reminded him.

Shit. Time travels faster than I drift, I better get to the point.

The eerie of uncertainty gripped onto my back as I climbed back into the space shuttle, something was wrong. I strapped in and just like my first car dad bought me, it took a few goes to start both of the shuttles engines. The launch felt weaker than the one three days ago, all of a sudden red lights started flashing, transmissions from the control tower came through the speakers but things escalated very fast.

Red lights started flashing, the piercing sirens echoed through the shuttle, sparks from the main engine start shooting all around me, and flames ignited causing the windscreen to break. As quick as I could I put my helmet on, the suction and broke my safety belt and I got sucked out with scattered glass like an ant caught in a vacuum. The shattered glass drifted around me, I watched the space shuttle drift off in the distance and eventually explode, along with any chance of making it home alive.

Remaining Life Support, zero minutes and 30seconds

Twenty-four hours of oxygen should be stored in each suit, maybe they will find this and adjust it. My time is up. There was so much I wanted to do – I am helpless and alone. I guess I am leaving this world how I came into it, an accident and gasping for oxygen.

Life Support Terminated.

Shit… my breath… is heavy… Goodbye… everyone… Thank you… This is Neil Armstrong… 1969… Apollo 11… …



#DWTSmith #Space

lost in space

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