ByNick AlimonosDropiana lived on a small patch of cultivated land in the hills marking the beginning, or end—depending on where one was coming from—of the Endless Plains. She lived where her parents and parents’ parents had, centuries before. With the deserts of the Dead Zones to the West and the Pewter Mountains to the North,... Continue Reading →
Written by: Fourteen year old Nick Alimonos Edited (for clarity) by: Thirty-six year old Nick Alimonos Forward: After posting Thangar II, which I wrote when I was 11, I thought it'd be fun to go back and revisit another story from my youth. In many ways, Dynotus is a precursor to Xandr, embodying much of... Continue Reading →
My apologies to my readers for not posting much lately. Thinking about the publishing world and trying to "measure up" to just about everything I read got me really burned out. Sometimes it's good for a writer to stop and smell the roses, so to speak, to remember why it is we got into this... Continue Reading →
I love The Phantom Menace. There. My secret's out. Saying that feels like saying I love Al-Qaeda. On the Internet, you might think hate for George Lucas has surpassed hatred for Osama Bin-Laden, particularly after his recent decision to yet again alter the Star Wars Saga for the upcoming Blu-Ray release. The controversy between what some call Lucas... Continue Reading →
Let me tell you how I killed her—how I killed the only woman I ever loved. I am a wretched thing, truly, and have little else to offer but this story. Hear me out, if you are wanting for a tragedy, but I give you fair warning: this is no tale for children or the... Continue Reading →
Pizza PlanetBy Nick AlimonosXenobiologists still debate the reasons, but there is no denying that of the myriad forms of organic sustenance found throughout the galaxy, none is better loved than pizza. Perhaps the basic composition speaks universally to all species, the way its elliptical shape imitates the pressure gravity exerts on heavenly bodies, or how... Continue Reading →
If you manage to find your name on my blog, Mr. Keyes, I would like you to know how much your book, The Writer's Book of Hope, means to me. I often joke about the Writer's Disease and its ailments, yet there are some serious psychological effects to being a struggling writer. You really hit... Continue Reading →
One textbook from my USF days was the 1992 edition of Flash Fiction, featuring 72 short stories under 1000 words. Although I didn't give it much thought at the time, since I was only interested in writing novels, I have since found really short stories ideal for the attention-deficit, information-saturated internet age. And so let me introduce... Continue Reading →
I went to my parent's house last week to interview my father for his biography, and I ended up rummaging through the attic again to find a real treasure, the Writer's Market 1991. It was from my first real stab at publication. I sent four query letters for my first novella, Dynotus Adventures, the story of... Continue Reading →
Arthur Alimonos in NYC, 1952One day my father called me at work to tell me about Bill Clinton's new autobiography. "He made 10 million dollars!" he told me. "You see, that's what people want to read, true stories!" For decades, my father has harped on me about how people don't want "fake" stories. In his... Continue Reading →
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