Author: B. W. Martin

I write fiction, usually high fantasy but I have been known to explore other reaches of the fiction genre.

The Lens Between Wishes and Fact

Source: The Lens Between Wishes and Fact


Friday Night Flash

Friday’s are full of Askew fun and creativity at Rhetoric Askew on Facebook. We challenged our members with an image prompt full of heroes and flames ablaze. Here is what our talented Askew authors came up with. Emma T. Gitani: I welcomed one to our family. My daughter, a bride. Home, family and happiness are […]

via Friday Night Flash Challenge-03/31/2017 — Rhetoric Askew

Friday Night Flash

Rhetoric Askew’s Friday Night Flash Fiction


A rather new free event, held by the FaceBook group Rhetoric Askew, brings us to this weeks “Friday Night Flash”! The word limit is held to 500 words maximum, and a flash fiction or poem is acceptable.

This weeks event will be judged by Mandy Melanson, with the assistance from Terri VonFeldt. The winner(s) will be announced April 5th and will have their story or poem posted on the Rhetoric Askew Website along with a brief bio, picture, and contact information such as website or FaceBook pages, etc.

Not only is this a great way to practice your writing by being presented a somewhat random story requirement for free, you get to meet new people and possibly get a bit more publicity if your story or poem is selected.

You should never give up on your dreams. There are so many people in the world telling you what you should or shouldn’t do, and being negative. This is your life and you should live it by doing what makes you happy not everyone else.

As Always,

B. W. Martin

Rhetoric Askew ~

Blessing or a Curse?

Ask any author what’s stopping them from writing more novels, novellas, short stories, or poetry, and you’ll get a wide assortment of answers! Here are some of the most common answers: I have to work a day job to pay the bills while I’m building up my author platform. I don’t have the money to…

via Author Obstacles: A Blessing or a Curse? — Our Write Side

Stacy Overby’s Hearing Voices

No. I’m not talking about literal voices. What I am referring to are the different voices we refer to in writing. There are two specific voices, and a few notes on style, to consider. The first is character voice, and the second is author voice. Then there is author style and editing problems to consider. …

via On Hearing Voices — Our Write Side

The Weightless One written by Anais Chartschenko

Anais Chartschenko has numerous talents, and one of them has been brought to life once again in her most recent book release, “The Weightless One”! The newest of her book collection has already received multiple 5 star reviews on Amazon and Goodreads. Below you can find various links to Anais’s talents, as well as excerpts from “The Weightless One” below.


Find “The Weightless One” at Amazon and Goodreads now!


Anaïs Chartschenko hails from the Canadian wilderness. She has come to enjoy such modern things as electric tea kettles. Her published works include two collections of poetry, Bright Needles and The Whisper Collector as well as a novel in verse, The Weightless One. You can find Anais’s talents throughout the internet:

Excerpts from “The Weightless One”

Reasons I Have To Stay

 I was signed in,

I have no choice.

They tell me

My heart is failing.

They tell me

When you starve

Long enough, your body

Starts to eat your muscles.

Your heart is a muscle. It becomes

Your unwilling dinner.

They show me charts with

Low iron, low this and low that.

They tell me I need to take this


But it doesn’t seem real.

All that is real is my sudden

Total lack of control, total

Forced surrender, it feels

So broken it can never be


I can’t agree to any of these

Things. Not even when I

Feel my heart forget a beat.

Not even when I’m hooked

To machines.


Reasons I Should Get To Leave

I don’t count calories.

I don’t weigh myself.

I don’t obsess over models.

I don’t exercise.

I don’t take laxatives or


I don’t make myself

Throw up.

I don’t care what you think.

I think for myself.

I’m not this, I still have

My period.



Little Fish

We lay in a tight row

Like sardines,

Wrapped tight in

Blankets and thick

Fuzzy pajamas

Getting our blood

Pressure checked

Lay down, and close

My eyes to the other

Girls’ gossip, they

Try to include me,

But I have nothing

To say in the morning

This is a strange torment,

Laying so close to the others

Trapped between laughter

And the talk of having to

Drink ensures or not,

Of having to go to an

Increased nutrition plan,

Of family therapy sessions

Coming at the end of the




Kara began

Pulling out

Her hair


Bundles of

Blonde lay

On the floor,

Her lion mane

Alopecia found

“I’m sick of

 The lies!”  She

Twisted her

Face up her

Hands knotted

In hair

“Where did this

Come from?

I didn’t grow it!”

We watched

In horror

We watched

Unable to

Look away

From her


Underneath she

Was so small

Like a fragile glass


Her features too

Large for her head

Her hair was only

A few inches long

Thin dirty dishwater

Blonde strands like

Weeds dried out

In the sun

She smiled

She laughed

She burrowed

Her face in

Borrowed hair