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Porous, Chapter 15: Blooming Of Madness

By: Amira K. May 12, 2014May 12, 2014

For those followers new to my blog, this is the newest installment of POROUS, a paranormal / psychological story of a girl named Noomi, who is battling shadows that have haunted her all her life. Are they visual manifestations of a psychological disease, or are they real creatures, determined to suck the life from the world she…

You And I: A Poem

By: Amira K. May 9, 2014May 9, 2014

Compositions, Poemscomposition, dawn, loneliness, love lost, memoir, nighttime, poems, Poetry, romance6 Comments

Fingers to the candle Moth to the flame Visions of another life A different kind of pain. A canyon in the alley Between these crowded streets A thousand faces dissipate Hidden in deceit. You and I, ephemeral– Were petrol in the rain Shimmering reflections I’ll never see again. And though that day has fallen With…

On Gratitude

By: Amira K. May 8, 2014May 7, 2014

Musings12 Comments

My dearest reader, you who have occasionally, or frequently, perused the pages of this blog – read on. This is for you. I think very often that there’s a certain untruth to the phrase “It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks.” We’re taught from a young age to believe in ourselves, and we should. We’re taught…

POROUS, Chapter 14: Cracked Lines, Shattered Glass

By: Amira K. May 5, 2014May 5, 2014

Musings5 Comments

Cracked lines. Shattered glass. Light distorted through water, waves bent and twisted so my eyes do not understand. Grating like shearing metal and screeching tires. Fingernails across steel. And the sterile, gaunt scent of alcohol and latex. I focus on sensations rather than sight. A hand grips my own, so hard I can feel bone…

Half-Marathon; Or, How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love My Body

By: Amira K. April 28, 2014April 27, 2014

Musingsanorexia, Body image, confidence, fashion, half-marathon, health, media, modeling, race, running, strength, tabloids, weight526 Comments

I’ve never told anyone these things. My parents, my sister, my friends – no one. So heads up. You’re the first to know. For the last few years, I have grown, slowly but steadily, to despise the way my body looks. When I was a kid, I was always told how skinny I was. I…

Captivate Your Reader In Three Easy Steps: Guest Post by Peter Samet

By: Amira K. April 21, 2014April 21, 2014

Guest Postcreative writing, fiction, film, stories, storytelling, write tip, writingLeave a Comment

I’d like to welcome to The Z-Axis one Peter Samet, newly-published author of ZERO ECHO SHADOW PRIME. Peter’s compelling debut proves how well he knows how to tell a good story – here, he shares his insight into the keys to crafting a narrative, and how writers can capitalize on our human nature as storytellers. Why…

Culling: A Poem

By: Amira K. April 18, 2014May 11, 2014

Compositions, Poems9 Comments

Some moments are so bittersweet They taste like a drop of honey on the tongue, and A pinprick on the finger, The bee’s sting, reminding me that Beauty comes with a price. They linger, these moments, through the dawn Foggy, settling into the valley for the night. They creep, these moments, culling memories from the…

Writing and Running: On Triumph And Sacrifice

By: Amira K. April 16, 2014April 16, 2014

Musings, Publishing, The Seeds Trilogybooks, novella, publishing, reading, running, Soren, Soren Skaarsgard, The Prelude, The Seeds Trilogy, The Sowing, writing10 Comments

Writing a book is like running a marathon. You start out feeling great. You’re flying. You’re not tired yet (not even a little bit!) and you fucking love what you’re doing. That’s the first few miles, the first few chapters, dominated by euphoria, the thrill of your story, the thrill of activity. Then you get…

A Sun-Drenched Moment

By: Amira K. April 9, 2014May 11, 2014

Compositions, Poemsblack eyed susan, flowers, memory, National Poetry Month, nature, poem, Poetry, reminiscence, sunflower3 Comments

A sun-drenched moment in the afternoon When the black eyes of the field light into a thousand candles, Sweaty and shining pure green, Illuminates my memory With thoughts of those who have come and gone. Ghosts walk between these trees Lingering, Stygian, tucked into shadows, into The space between the raindrops And the veined blooming leaves.…

A Poem: Thirst

By: Amira K. April 7, 2014May 11, 2014

Compositions, Poemsmemoir, National Poetry Month, nature, Poetry, Thoreau, water5 Comments

Never would Thoreau have thought That one day, the sight of a simple creek Would be so rare, so strange, so uncommon That it might bring tears to the eyes of a passer-by As I was. Thirsty, Awestruck by the green grass, the minnows flickering The crinkled sound of water dripping over grey rock A…