I made it to the second round of the 10th Annual NYC Short Story Challenge! My story, “Chumming for Sharks,” is a thriller about assuming a new identity with an unannounced house guest somewhere in it. I spent last weekend writing my second round story, a fairy tale about breaking a rule with a character…
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The Inkwell
This page links to the issues of The Inkwell edited by Kim Davis. The Inkwell is the twice yearly newsletter of the Madison County Writers Guild. The Inkwell – November 2011 The Inkwell – February 2012 The Inkwell – August 2012
My Story Won a Prize!
This summer I participated once again in the WritersWeekly.com 24-Hour Short Story contest, and I won a prize. Okay, I didn’t place in the top three, so the prize was not of the cash variety, but my story was recognized as “worthy” which is far more important to me. The story is titled, “The Meek…
News from the Raven
I just received my copy of News from the Raven: Essays from Sam Houston State University on Medieval and Renaissance Thought. I don’t have an essay in this book, but I designed the cover for my friend Dr. Darcy Hill. The book is a compilation of essays that were presented last year at the Conference…
Teaching Online: A Case Study
My paper, “Facing the Challenges Inherent in Teaching Online: A Case Study” was published in a scholarly journal produced by the University of Houston, Plaza: Dialogues in Language and Literature, 3.2 (2013). Download the full text of the article here.
Strings of Solace
By Kim Davis © 2011 Late, late, late! It seemed like no matter how early she started getting ready she just could not get out of the apartment on time. Now she was going to blow her interview with Dr. Bonham before she ever got there. Crap! Of course she had neglected to plan enough…
Point of View Exercise
Part 1: Two Voices: Person #1 It was 5:59 a.m. as Larry made his way from the back storeroom up the big center aisle past the heaped sales tables to the glass doors. He could feel the tension in the air as the press of women bore down on the plate glass. He hoped it…
Stoplight Fright
Two super-sized vampires ran the red light Looking neither left nor right. Pointing pick-up trucks like spears, They raced before the dawn. Red gash lips on snow-white faces, They didn’t see us there. We daytimers waited and they went by. by Kim Davis