Updates on My Book

Everything is still looking strong for my March 1st release! 30 stories to give you 30 moments of wonder.
I will be posting samples of the book sometime this week. Until then, enjoy this picture of about a paragraph worth of my new book!

You can pre-order today and get your copy digitally sent to your Kindle account on March 1st. You'll have first access to Creativity Brewing Vol. I!
Follow this link to pre-order!

As always, your support in my work is deeply valued. Until March 1, go ahead and catch up on some older stories throughout this blog. Creativity Brewing will bring you completely new stories (with the exception of three previously published stories from this blog).

Like, share, and enjoy!

-Kevin Barrick

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Holy Witches: A Salem Retelling

We were hunted for our spells. They accused us of using black magic; they torched our sisters for their involvement in witchcraft. Our flesh burnt while children and other villagers watched through the haze. We were monsters, deviants, devil-worshipers. We were the bane of the sanctity of our village. We were humanity’s last hope. Salem was a hallowed land, endowed by the auras of the ancient ones to protect the world from the dark void that threatened to devour all life. The void vacuumed the life from our sister planet, Mars, several centuries ago. Only we witches knew of the fate of the ancient world. We saw through the cosmos and mourned for Mars. We began practicing a holy art that would wrestle against the void. We sang enchantments beneath the full moon; we infused nature in our alchemy cauldrons. We sought to create, to nourish, to rejuvenate. We were the ambassadors to the sacred life that breathed in every part of Mother Earth. But the mortals of Salem were the ...

What More Could I Want? (Flash Fiction)

My toes waded in the cool waters of the cove. I breathed in the scents that could only be experienced in this small part of the world. The moss on the rocks behind me. The upturned soil in the field where creatures burrowed about looking for their next meal. The droplets of dew that fell from the brightly green leaves of various giant plants jutting forth from the ground like some victors of a desert race, for in fact that was what they were. Strange, lonely winners unknown to the barren world around them. I was their guardian. Their keeper. Their gardener. I alone knew of this hidden oasis, buried beneath the sands of time, neglect, and radiation. It was always funny to me the way the others of this dying world would fight over land and wares until there was nothing left for which to wage war. My entire existence, I have always chosen peace over violence. Thi...

DAY 13 - Sapphire Eyes in an Interstellar Zoo

Have you ever been held in an interstellar zoo? I only ask because you are staring at me with those wide eyes, pitying my poor soul. Sure, it’s cramped in here and the weather is hot. But what do you expect? We are traveling between the Five Stars to host live shows. We couldn’t possibly be staying in some upscale, state-of-the-art resort, now, could we? It’s a nice life, you might like it. You’re still commiserating me. Stop it. I’m fine, really. What, with all the free food and free lodging in the greatest galaxies in the universe? What more could a man hope for? Ah, yes. I guess I am not so much of a man as I am a Riggotor: part human part Martian. And yes, I see you staring. These are my real eyes. Beautiful aren’t they? You think I couldn’t spy with my seven little eyes that you are ogling these sapphires? Why, they are from my human side, of course. Martians have a boring burnt red color for eyes, but my blessed ancestors from my father’s side have quite the varie...

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