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Deborah Hawkins, penned Debra Renée Byrd, began writing after a blank book project in elementary school and never stopped, fashioning stories based on her favorite TV shows and movies before creating more original works. She studied at the University of the Arts and Florida State University before settling down and graduating from Temple University. She now resides in her hometown of Dover, DE, where she spends most of her time at work or at church. She loves fantasies, superheroes, is a trekkie and a brown coat. She loves television and lives for Final Fantasy video games, having collected most of them. She has read a myriad of authors, and her favorite authors change whenever she finds a new book that changes her life... "When you can't run, you crawl. When you can't crawl...well, you know the rest." -Tracey, Firefly, "The Message"

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Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Wednesday Words: Cactus Heart Press vol. 11

Happy Earth Day, Admin. Professionals Day, and WEDNESDAY!

As an administrative assistant, I am now stuffed with breakfast and presents (I didn't eat the presents), but that won't stop me from sharing with you all what I am reading this week!



This week, I'm finally reading the Speculative Issue of Cactus Heart Press, the edition in which you can find my short story "Origin"! I can't stress enough how much I love the tone of this press, and I'm so glad I was given the opportunity to become a part of it.

But enough about me! Using Random.org, I will choose one of the 155 pages in this edition. Random has chosen..........................page 148.

LOL. That's the cover page for the Bios. Let's try again....................page 86.

That's better. The short story is "The Lies Trees Tell," and Kate mentioned this one in the introduction, so I'd been waiting to read it. A young woman ran into a tree, and the tree seemed to swallow her!

There are about 19 lines on this page, and Random has chosen.......................1. So here's the whole paragraph. lol

Alex had started to cry. She hadn't meant to, but the conversation had turned from one of Aunt Bev's charmingly silly Old World folktales to scary. And her dad was dead, and she didn't want to deal with this.

This was right after her grandmother told her that trees lie, and her father didn't escape them. It's a very interesting and eerie story.

7 comments:

Vanessa Morgan said...

I love that title - "The Lies Trees Tell". I'm intruiged.

Tyrean Martinson said...

That sounds like a really cool story! Congrats on the publish!

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Congratulations!
This Alex doesn't cry. Well, maybe almost never.

Heather R. Holden said...

How cool that a story of yours is in this magazine! That other story, "The Lies Trees Tell," sounds fascinating, too...

Anonymous said...

Happy (day late) Administrative Asst. day. I had a great boss who called me his asst on the day instead of property manager so we could all stuff our faces. Worked out well for all of us. :)

Anonymous said...

Men. lol

Anonymous said...

That's so sweet!