A Bright Future (A Short Story)

by K. Kris Loomis in Fiction

“Mr. Harris, Ms. Jenkins will be right with you.” Jack thanked the secretary and popped a breath mint into his mouth as he walked over to the bulletin board to pass the time. Not much had changed, he thought as he looked at the club sign up sheets on the large cork-board. Chess club. Three […]

A Night Before Christmas Drabble

by K. Kris Loomis in Fiction

It was the night before Christmas and she was going dancing. Shayla studied her tired reflection as she applied her bright red lipstick. Years of ballet. Jazz. Tap. So many recitals. Tutus. Blistered toes. Class after class. Trophy after trophy. Her parents’ disappointment when she turned down the generous dance scholarship to the prestigious Adelphi […]

Why Writers Must Occasionally Vomit

by K. Kris Loomis in Writing

I recently announced to some of my friends and readers online that I had finished the “vomit” draft of my first novel. Did I get a few strange comments? Yep. One good friend asked what the heck a vomit draft was, what purpose did it serve, and what was the big deal in finishing it. […]

Lessons from My Latest Book Marketing Experiment

by K. Kris Loomis in Writing

The struggle is real. We authors like to spend our time writing, not marketing. I get it. I’d much rather be at my standing desk deciding how my suicidal character offs herself or designing a new world for my dragons to romp in than spending my precious time marketing. But the hard truth is we […]

34 Readers Reveal the Books that Hook

by K. Kris Loomis in Inspiration

Why do some people read so much? You’ve seen them. The ones who read on the bus or while standing in line at the grocery store. In the doctor’s office or at their kid’s soccer game. These people wouldn’t be caught dead without a book within arms reach. I know about these people, you see, because […]

6 Reasons I Will Continue Writing Both Fiction and Nonfiction

by K. Kris Loomis in Writing

One of the first things I get asked when someone discovers I’m a writer is, “Oh, do you write fiction or nonfiction?” This question used to confuse me a little because I didn’t understand why I had to choose a category. I mean, can’t a writer write both fiction and nonfiction? Seems there is no […]

Already Dead (A Short Story)

by K. Kris Loomis in Fiction

The dwarf called out to the man in the adjoining cell, “Hey, human. What is your name?” Ian strained against the chains to reach the itch on his left shoulder. He didn’t like dwarfs and their stupid little voices so he didn’t answer. “Human!” the dwarf shouted. “I need someone to talk to. Please. I […]

Stuck in a Language Rut

by K. Kris Loomis in Writing

I’m not the only person who gets stuck in a language rut. I know, because I hear it in other’s speech all the time. You know, those annoying words and phrases we insert into our speech because our brains and mouths aren’t working at the same speed? Um, uh, and ah are just the tip of […]

The Cage (A Flash Fiction Piece)

by K. Kris Loomis in Fiction

Every time she tried to flex her feet she felt the restriction. She had not been able to move her legs for several hours. Her lower body resembled a stump, bound all the way up to her rib cage. The windows had been blackened out with heavy fabric and the lack of illumination ensured her […]

Five Yoga Lessons That Are Helping Me Rehab My Frozen Shoulder

by K. Kris Loomis in Yoga

“But you can’t have a frozen shoulder. You do yoga!” I heard this from some of my friends several weeks ago after I was diagnosed with a frozen shoulder. Come to find out, even a dedicated yogini can get a frozen shoulder. I’m living proof. Now, if you aren’t familiar with this shoulder affliction, yay! […]

A Tough Decision (A Flash Fiction Piece)

by K. Kris Loomis in Fiction

He had a tough decision to make, no question about it. He had faced similar threats before and had managed (miraculously) to recover so he tried to stave off the pumping adrenaline before panic set in. After all, this is what you get for playing with the big boys. Think, he said to himself. Just […]