Creativity Brewing

|The Vial of Deziar| With the release of  Creativity Brewing  only a week away, I have begun to work on a follow up novella entitled "The Vial of Deziar." It showcases the darkness found in the unknown and how it lures us into the shadows. Will the ones found tempted by the siren song of the mountain pass find redemption or fall into despair? Coming Summer 2020. -Kevin Barrick 

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 

Everything is right on track for my March 1 release! Pre-order yours today! -Kevin Barrick 

You may have noticed I have not posted in here in a little while. While I haven't been active here, I have been actively writing! I am pleased to announce I will be publishing a collection of short stories on Amazon! You can pre-order today, a d when the book goes live on March 1, you will get it sent automatically to your Kindle account! Pre-order yours today!  Creativity Brewing available at Amazon -Kevin Barrick 

Prompt: “A gate left open, a bookshop, gold bars.” What a boring night. I was walking through the park when I got the text alert. Nothing big; just a sensor alarm at the bookshop. Despite the lasagna waiting for me in the fridge at home, I decided to check it out. I stuffed my phone back into my pocket and retraced my footsteps in the snow, pulling my scarf a bit tighter as a gust sliced through the icy evening. I listened to the sound of my feet crunching the snow. A welcome disturbance to the chilling silence that cloaked the park. The moon hid behind the clouds which gathered together for another bout of flurries. The flickering of the street lamp alone lit my path. Not that I needed it. The bookshop had been my home for quite some time ever since I inherited it from my uncle upon his passing. He had built this place from the ground up. He prided himself in that shamble of a store. Nevertheless, I kept it afloat for his sake. Business only just started picking up ...

Day 21 Prompt: “Where have you been?” The creaking of the porch swing lulled Lucy into a trance as she gazed out at the storm roiling in from the horizon. She reached a frail hand to the glass of iced tea beside her. A ring of condensation stained the chestnut tabletop, but her tired eyes barely took notice as flashes of lightning enraptured her. She saturated her parched mouth with a cool gulp of her beverage. She used to hate the stuff; “muddy water,” she used to call it. But her late husband would drink jugs of it as young newly weds. Even on the day he passed, she could recall brewing an especially strong pitcher of tea. Today would have been his birthday.  And so she drank. Not out of enjoyment, but out of remembrance. The ice clanked the sides of the glass as she set it back down, forming another ring. A warm breeze embraced her before moving on, kicking up a cyclone of dust down the driveway. Her weary eyes played tricks. Her exhausted soul invited the...

Day 20 Prompt: A creation myth using a thread and feathers. ATTN: My latest book is now available! Check it out! Creativity Brewing: 30 Short Stories Hand-Roasted to Perfection.  In the days when the skies were void and the lands were yet to be formed, there existed a great phoenix. Her plumes of bright orange feathers lit up the darkness that had engulfed our planet, reflecting off of the great expanse of ocean waves. Mother Phoenix emerged from the ashes of her dying planet and ventured throughout the cosmos in search of a refuge and home. Weary from her thousand-year journey, she descended upon Earth who was cloaked in water. Her fiery complexion hissed as she neared the surface, preventing her from resting upon the face of the waters. A feather landed in the deep. Searing heat met the refreshing cool of the ocean and an island emerged from their union. But this island was far to small for our Great Mother to rest upon, so she continued to hover over the rip...