Photography, Poetry

Haunted

If I could take it all back, all the wrong things I ever said, all at the wrong time, those unexpected moments where I bared my soul, I would. In those moments, I was vulnerable, hypnotized by your gaze as it locked with mine. At the time it was exhilarating, to feel you and how those deep eyes saw right through me. But now, I wish I could rewind and stop you from knocking down my defenses and shield myself from the pain of losing you. But I can’t. And I’m haunted by your memory. Haunted by all we were, all we could have been, and everything we lost.

© Sarah Doughty

For the ‘Support Insta Writers’ August Prompts
(based on books written by authors in the IG community)
hosted by Tracy and Journee.

Your Ink On My Soul by @c.strigas_sexyasspoet

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Home – Review

My friend F-K from fkregieblog came back with another glowing review. This time for Home, my third novel. I’m on cloud nine that the love is still strong for the series as a whole. But more than that, the depth of understanding that F-K shows in the underlying themes is almost uncanny.

Here’s the reviews for Just Breathe, Focus, Zoe, and Dream Spell. Read on for an in-depth review.

**Spoilers ahead, read at your own peril!**

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Author’s note: there are spoilers in this review.

Any writing must explain itself or you wonder what the reason was for writing it. As you read any writing, it is only natural therefore that you try to find answers to the questions in your head (raised by what you are reading) – fictional works included. As such, as I read Sarah Doughty’s Home several questions were bounding around in my head: How can someone with a crisis of identity and a sense of displacement become a home for restless souls?Is race and kind only a human construct; can animals be racist – towards humans?What is the true meaning of home? These questions, and the answers Doughty provides to them will form the premise of my review of Sarah Doughty’s Home.

Home is the gripping tale of the becoming of Angela Ines Williams, a young African-American Librarian and Guardian…

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Focus – Review

My friend F-K from fkregieblog came back with another glowing review. This time for Focus, my Second novel. I’m on cloud nine that the love is still strong for the main series. But more than that, the depth of understanding that F-K shows in the underlying themes is almost uncanny.

Here’s the reviews for Just Breathe, Zoe, and Dream Spell. Read on for an in-depth review.

**Spoilers ahead, read at your own peril!**

Focus

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Author’s note: there are spoilers in this review.

In Sarah Doughty’s Focus all hell is (metaphorically and literally) let loose. This is not your typical novel, due mainly to how the story is told – it is nobody’s tale as several narrators tell it. This is not your typical novel because the first-person (omniscient) narrators have more than one level of point-of-view (POV) in the observation of self and situations. This is not your typical novel because Sarah Doughty is more than a narrator, she is a great storyteller – period. Usually, narration is a clinical and dry way of stating a series of events – a flow of events connected to a theme. Usually, narration is a method and means of constructing the events of a story into a plot, which concerns itself with the sequence of the events, the medium on which they are told, and the way…

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Photography, Poetry

Glimmering Misery

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My dreams were crushed and incinerated, leaving behind an infinity of darkness. After so long, I see it. A little glimmer of hope. A diamond in the roughened distance. Perhaps it’s a mirage. Maybe I can find a way to reach it. But until then, I’m trapped in this oblivion of misery. Do I choose to feel? To let in all the pain and hurt? To acknowledge that my heart was ripped from me. That every last drop of ink was siphoned from it. And then I watched as it was tossed to the side like trash. With every breath I take — inhale, exhale — I am doing all I can to keep from crumbling into a million pieces of my broken soul.

© Sarah Doughty

For the ‘Support Insta Writers’ August Prompts
(based on books written by authors in the IG community)
hosted by Tracy and Journee.

Diamond In The Rough by @diamondmamipoems

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Foreshadowing

I woke up as the sky began to lighten in the mid-November sky. I was shivering. But I wasn’t cold. And it wasn’t fear I felt, either. It was an anticipation that something was coming. Something big.

© Sarah Doughty
A quote from Just Breathe,
book one of the
Earthen Witch Novels.

For the Word-High July Prompts
of Filipino words,
hosted by Rosema and Maria.

Yugto – (n.) transition or development of a story

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Just Breathe – Review

My friend F-K from fkregieblog came back with another glowing review. This time for Just Breathe, my first novel. I’m on cloud nine that the love has continued into the main series. But more than that, the depth of understanding that F-K shows in the underlying themes is almost uncanny. To see the reviews of Zoe and Dream Spell, click here and here. Read on for an in-depth review.

**Spoilers ahead, read at your own peril!**

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I treated Sarah Doughty’s Just Breathe the way I treat any book that holds my fascination – if books could speak the Holy Bible and Webster’s Advanced Dictionary wouldn’t want me near them. First, I read the novel three times, put it down for a couple of days, returned to it, reread it, put it down again, and returned to it today, reread it, and now I am ready to review it. I do this when I want to carry a book around in my head, as a source of reference – this novel is that good. Plus, after what I have put it through in one week I didn’t feel the book wanted me near it – I feel Sarah Doughty’s novel needs to just breathe.

What fascinates me about the novel is Doughty’s knowledge of witches. Through my second reading I realized this has to be some sort…

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Sepia

I was standing in an alley lit by that same eerie sepia light. Like the sun was permanently at the cusp of twilight, just setting over the horizon. Deep shadows cast over everything and even the bits of trash that littered the dirty street looked devoid of most of their color.

The Spirit Realm.

© Sarah Doughty
A quote from Home,
book one of the
Earthen Witch World Novels.

For the Word-High July Prompts
of Filipino words,
hosted by Rosema and Maria.

Tapiksilim – (n.) twilight, dusk

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Dream Spell – Review

It was a pleasant surprise to see that my friend over at fkregieblog read Dream Spell. Not only did he really enjoy it, but he’s back with another phenomenal review. It’s presented like a college essay, with quotes and even page citations to back up what he’s saying. I’m honored that he continues to enjoy my books and only hope that continues with Just Breathe, Focus, and Home.

**Read on at your own peril, because there are spoilers ahead.**

Dream Spell

My very first creative writing lecturer, Nurrudin Farah, once told me, “a good short story needs a good hook.” My fertile imagination at the time conjured up two images – that of punching your readers into some kind of blissful literary drunkenness or reeling them in like a good pike piranha. Imagination aside, whatever you […]

via Sarah Doughty’s Dream Spell – Review — fkregieblog

Photography, Poetry

Creeping Baseline

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I’m that creeping baseline,
that tremor in your bones.
I’m the one that will devour
every inch of your skin.
And you’ll feel every
second of my crescendo.
You’ll be nothing but a mindless,
chaotic mess of ecstasy,
and then I’ll let you come
undone with that last finale
that you’ll never forget.

© Sarah Doughty

This was published in Crossing Genres, a publication at Medium.

Flash and Micro Fiction, Photography

Significance Of Storms

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Storms are special. I love that charge that fills the air as those ominous clouds roll in at highway speeds.

I love watching the wind grow closer, dancing with the trees and feeling the warm air against my skin as the first of the clouds pass overhead.

As it travels over me, it’s like watching the sky make love to the land.

Those flashes of light, the cries of the rumbling thunder, all giving way to rain. It’s an unending release, begging for more.

Seeing those bolts of lightning arc across the sky and down to the ground below with no discernible direction or purpose, it’s like the world is taking a picture, electrified with heat and energy.

In those moments, I’m illuminated by it. I’m part of that instant in time. And if I’m lucky enough to feel the first warm rain drops hit my face, I remember. I remember those moments we spent together, creating our own storms.

Storms where every caress was a jolt of electricity, the sounds we made were eruptions of thunder, and when we came together, it was earth shattering. Like no other feeling in the world.

Those moments at the beginning of every storm are when I feel closest to you.

© Sarah Doughty

This was also published at UInk.ca.