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Sometimes you just need a push to get yourself writing. Or a pull maybe. (Hey! Do you remember the push-me-pull-you from Dr Doolittle? That creature both unnerved me as a kid and…yeah, no, they just unnerved me. They're unnerving me as we speak. (Is me bringing this up going to help you write? Who is to say?)) So anyway, sometimes we need a pull up or a push forward to get words on the page, and Improbable's going to aim to offer a prompt every other week (or weekly if anyone expresses interest in that frequency) to help you do...

By Atlin Merrick Okay, this is a tricksy blog entry because I'm going to: * Ask the writers of our most recent anthology, Anna Karenina Isn't Dead to do a thing I'm not willing to do; * But only after I a little bit do the thing I just said I'm not willing to do. And that thing is play favorites with our recent anthology Anna Karenina Isn't Dead. Not Really But a Little Bit Kind Of First I disclaimer all over everything: obviously all of the stories in the anthology are my favorites because these thirty-two tales were selected from...

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By Ali Coyle The three stories that made it to the final version of Chrysalides have been in my head for a long time, rubbing shoulders and occasionally swapping pieces of themselves with all the other stories that live up there. I have never been able simply to sit down and write a story. I need to think it out first, daydream it, tune out whatever is going on around me and imagine my characters occupying their universe in a myriad different ways. I write it all down, big chunks at a time, when their lives are spilling out of my...

"That's all very well," Lydia said with an exasperated sigh. "But I really wanted someone with their own transport. What if there was an emergency?" As the words left Lydia's lips, a roar blossomed outside and cut off suddenly. Tuli scrambled upstairs to look out the window. Below, a petite figure stood on the gravel drive beside a dirt bike, took off a scuffed red helmet and shook out long, black hair before twisting her tresses up again in a scarf. Tuli almost squealed. "Is that her? I like this one, mum. Mum? Mum!" "She's on a motorbike! Tuli, you...