YA Fantasy & Science Fiction Stories
Hey, I'm Samantha.
Writing speculative fiction is a no-brainer for me because I live in “what if.” Characters, plots, and set pieces are erected in my mind for a single purpose.
To see a new perspective.
The Writing Lab
How Printing Your Book Draft Improves Your Editing
Writing has changed significantly in the last few decades. Where once people pulled out pen and paper, or even a typewriter, we now click away on keyboards as digital letters appear on our screens. Authors jot entire chapters into their phones or tablets, allowing autocorrect to fix whatever mishap we create. Even editing has become simpler with online tools like Grammarly correcting spelling, grammar, and verb usage.
But there is something vital about taking your draft from digital to print.
But there is something vital about taking your draft from digital to print.
Voice of the Action: Choosing POV for Your Novel
- Techniques
List of Last Names for Characters for Fiction Writers
- Lists
I'm a Published Author!
I’ve had the privilege of publishing a couple stories alongside some other writers. Check out these anthologies I’ve been published in!
Want to see some more stories? Check out my Substack or head to Wattpad.
The Typed Chronicles
An Undesired Extravagant Christmas
“Where are my dogs, John!”
John rolled his eyes while unpacking a box of plastic corgis with reindeer antlers. The infernal critters took their place in the flower bed, coming to life with barking sounds when he plugged them in. “I think we’ve done enough, babe.”
“Then you haven’t looked across the street,” Marie scolded over her shoulder. Her glittery red heels tapped on the sidewalk as her pampered nose turned up at the grandiloquence of the Kampoons’ front yard. The sun had barely begun to set, yet the street seemed ablaze with red and gold lights dancing along the white-washed columns and walls of their estate.
John rolled his eyes while unpacking a box of plastic corgis with reindeer antlers. The infernal critters took their place in the flower bed, coming to life with barking sounds when he plugged them in. “I think we’ve done enough, babe.”
“Then you haven’t looked across the street,” Marie scolded over her shoulder. Her glittery red heels tapped on the sidewalk as her pampered nose turned up at the grandiloquence of the Kampoons’ front yard. The sun had barely begun to set, yet the street seemed ablaze with red and gold lights dancing along the white-washed columns and walls of their estate.
An Extra Something to Spice Up Life
- Fiction
Expensive Appetite for Gratification
- Fiction