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WRITER’S WEBSITE: WRITER BEWARE BLOG
WEBSITES FOR WRITERS
Every year WRITER’S DIGEST published 100 best websites for writers. I took the list published in 2025 and selected what I thought were some of the best for this year and not repeated from last year. Here is one of them.
Before I post the next website for writers, which I feel is extremely important, I want to mention two other websites, one which no longer exists and one which does.
The one which no longer exists was Editors & Predators. This was an excellent website to check on publishers and agents to see what their reputation looks like. The reason I mention it is that I check it every so often since it ceased posting but every time I check I get a message that they are coming back.
The other website that still does exist which is of great importance is Absolute Water Cooler. This is a site for authors by authors. If you are going to deal with a publisher or agent you can go to this site and see what experience other authors have had with them. I will post a more extensive discussion of this site in the future.
Writer Beware Blog
WriterBeware.org
Covers scams and suspicious businesses that prey on writers.
Supported by Science Fiction & Fantasy Association, the Writer Beware Blog and WriterBeware.com aides writers in recognition frauds. Also helps writers stay current on publishing news.
WRITER’S WEBSITE: AUTHORS GUILD
WEBSITES FOR WRITERS
Every year WRITER’S DIGEST published 100 best websites for writers. I took the list published in 2025 and selected what I thought were some of the best for this year and not repeated from last year. Here is one of them.
The Authors Guild
AuthorsGuild.org
Oldest and largest organization for published authors.
Supports free speech and advocates for fair contracts. Also protects against AI.
Has five membership levels of varying price points.
WRITER’S WEBSITE: EQUITY DIRECTORY
WEBSITES FOR WRITERS
Every year WRITER’S DIGEST published 100 best websites for writers. I took the list published in 2025 and selected what I thought were some of the best for this year and not repeated from last year. Here is one of them.
Equity Directory
EquityDirectory.org
Created by Literary Agents of Change and it’s free. Helps querying authors find BIPOC (Black, Indigenous and People of Color) agents.
Gives information on agents participating in various communities such as the Association of American Literary Agents as to what queries they are seeking and offers connections to their websites.
THE BEST WRITER’S WEBSITE: DUOTROPE
WEBSITES FOR WRITERS
Every year WRITER’S DIGEST published 100 best websites for writers. I took the list published in 2025 and selected what I thought were some of the best for this year and not repeated from last year. Here is one of them.
Duotrope
Duotrope.com
If you follow my blog you have heard about Duotrope. I have used this website for years to find publishers. It is a powerful tool. Once free, it now costs $50 a year, but if you are a serious writer or artist or in need of an agent, this website is a must.
They list over 7,600 active agents and publishers. They also offer a submission tracker.
To find a publisher, agent or outlet for your work you fill out a form detailing what type of outlet you are looking for. Then you run a search and a list of places which could use your work is produced. With each site listed is a link to that site. This list is also constantly updated.
If you are serious about your craft this website is a must.
I might also add, from an article in Poets & Writers, there are 4000 literary journals in this country.
So many opportunities to get your work published.
WRITER”S WEBSITES: TV TROPES
WEBSITES FOR WRITERS
Every year WRITER’S DIGEST published 100 best websites for writers. I took the list published in 2025 and selected what I thought were some of the best for this year and not repeated from last year. Here is one of them.
TV Tropes
TVTropes.org
This website supplies more than just TV Tropes. You can research genres, media types, narration types to find sub-indexes of various tropes detailing potential problems with those tropes.
Also available are folders featuring film, TV, literature and music.
WEBSITES FOR WRITERS: LANGUAGE IS A VIRUS
WEBSITES FOR WRITERS
Every year WRITER’S DIGEST published 100 best websites for writers. I took the list published in 2025 and selected what I thought were some of the best for this year and not repeated from last year. Here is one of them.
Language Is a Virus
LanguageIsAVirus.com
This website states that it helps cure writer’s block. Also, it can release you from your current project for a while.
It helps to inspire creativity with interactive writing games, story writing, poem writing and various other writing topics including writing prompts. It also provides creative writing exercises. Helpful in generating characters and plot twists.
WEBSITES FOR WRITERS
WEBSITES FOR WRITERS
Every year WRITER’S DIGEST published 100 best websites for writers. I took the list published in 2025 and selected what I thought were some of the best for this year and not repeated from last year. Here is one of them.
Language Is a Virus
LanguageIsAVirus.com
This website states that it helps cure writer’s block. Also, it can release you from your current project for a while.
It helps to inspire creativity with interactive writing games, story writing, poem writing and various other writing topics including writing prompts. It also provides creative writing exercises. Helpful in generating characters and plot twists.
UNHOLY GROUND, A HORROR SHORT STORY, CHAPTER IX
UNHOLY GROUND
THE BARN
Moonlight illuminated the night. A full moon hovered over the rolling Pennsylvania hills as Chris and Junior snuck out of their houses to carry out Chris’ artistic callings. As Chris made his way down the road, he could see Junior up ahead. Finding the barn by daylight was difficult enough, at night, if Chris was alone, it would be impossible.
“How’s it going, Junior? Ready to do a little painting?”
“I’m telling you, Chris, this is not a good idea.”
Junior could see the determination in his friend’s eyes. Armed with five cans of spray paint and flashlights, they made their way down the dirt road toward the barn.
Initially, the boys let the moonlight guide them. Crickets filled the night with their song, joined by the occasional frog. When they were farther along, they illuminated the forest to their right with their flashlights. Chris knew it would be difficult to find where the path branched off the road. Junior told him, “There are two tall maple trees, one on either side of the path. Keep a lookout for those trees.”
The walk seemed longer than the last time to Chris. Maybe it was the night or maybe it was doing something that Junior and old-man Alexander warned him against.
Junior found the two maples. Now their flashlights have become a necessity. The dense forest blocked the moonlight just as it did the sun. The nighttime forest had an intensified air of mystery, more sinister than during the day. The soft rustlings on either side of the path only served to increase the sense of dread. More than once, Chris considered turning back. But he could not, would not give in to the seeds of fear planted by the locals. As he walked next to Junior, he sensed a tension in the forest, something he had not felt during his daytime visit. He also knew Junior was terrified. At one point his friend was actually whimpering. Then the boys thought they heard distant voices.
“You hear that, Chris? Let’s turn back.”
Chris shoved him in the back. “Keep going,” he said.
Up ahead, Chris saw a moonlit area through the trees. He knew he was approaching the clearing and the barn. The boys stepped out of the forest.
Chris walked up to the barn. Junior hung behind shaking with fear. From his backpack, Chris produced cans of spray paint and began to deface one side of the wooden structure. He laughed as he painted his name in outlandish letters and added a multitude of designs. The painting went on until the cans ran dry.
He turned to Junior. “Now that is what I call art.”
Junior’s response was, “Let’s get the hell out of here!”
* * *
For the next week all Chris could think about was how great it felt to spread his graffiti over the white walls of the barn. With the image of the three remaining virgin walls in his mind, he decided to purchase more paint and complete the project. He approached Junior and asked, “What do you say we decorate the barn a little more? I’ll let you share bragging rights when we go back to school. I’ll meet you tonight.” Chris turned, not giving Junior a chance to reply.
The boys met on the road. This time the moon was only a sliver, and they had to use their flashlights much earlier.
“This will be awesome,” Chris told Junior. He could see his friend shaking with fear while he experienced an adrenaline rush.
The boys made it to the clearing and the barn. Junior elected to remain amongst the trees while Chris approached the barn. “Shit, what the hell?” Chris said. He looked in disbelief. There wasn’t a sign of the painting he had done. The wall of the barn glowed a pristine white.
Then he heard voices coming from within. He could see blood-red light through the joints in the wall. He wanted to confront whoever spoiled his artwork. Something was taking place in the lower confines of the building. Suddenly, the place just didn’t feel right. Chris’ courage dissolved in a need for flight. That’s when his eye caught a figure standing before him where none had been a moment ago.
It was a boy dressed in an odd costume – old fashioned. Even more peculiar was that the boy glowed from within.
“My name is Thomas Young. My family and I have been waiting for a visitor, someone to help us protect this ground”
Junior shouted, “Chris, run!” But Chris was frozen to the spot.
The boy continued, “I welcome you to the land of the Ancients. You have angered them, and it is with them that you will dwell forever.”
The glowing youth stepped closer. Soon the boys stood face to face. As Chris stood stark still, the boy took another step and went through Chris. He suddenly felt cold; falling to the ground he underwent the conversion to a sentry of the Ancients.
“You are one of us now. You will dwell in this barn and guard the land. To leave this clearing is to enter oblivion.” Thomas turned and walked through the barn wall.
Chris stood alone in the moonlight, unable to comprehend what had happened. He looked toward the welcoming forest, and in an instant, felt the loss of his life and his future, feared the existence that awaited him.
Junior ran back into the forest, never to enter the territory of the Ancients again.
* * *
Junior never told anyone about the incident at the barn, even when the police questioned him about his friend’s disappearance. Never said a word until one day his grandson asked, “Gramps, do you know about the haunted barn?
THE END
UNHOLY GROUND, A HORROR SHORT STORY, CHAPTER VIII
UNHOLY GROUND
Old-man Alexander
“Get the hell out of here,” came a shout.
“Shit,” said Junior. “It’s old-man Alexander.”
“What the hell is he doing here? I thought this place was sooo scary.”
“I don’t know,” said Junior. “Let’s get out of here.”
Chris replied, “This is turning into a regular convention. I want to know what he’s doing out here.”
The old man stumbled toward the boys dressed in his standard uniform. Years ago, the sweatshirt he wore had been gray; now it was a mottled camouflage of grime. His worn stained bib overalls completed the outfit. As he approached, he took sips from a large bottle. The boys could see that his eyes were glazed, and they could smell the alcohol on his breath as he weaved toward them.
“I said what the hell are you doing here?”
“What the hell are you doing here?” asked Chris.
This stopped the old man; his withered face formed a grizzled smile. Swaying, he said, “I like places where no one else is. I likes my privacy, my drinking privacy.”
* * *
As a teenager, Kermit Alexander had few friends. He was a loner, kept to himself and was already making his way down the road to alcoholism. He was sometimes teased, “Go out to that old barn in the woods. No one will bother you there.”
That’s what he decided to do. He had heard strange stories about the barn. None of which he believed. Kermit decided to trek out there and check things out for himself.
He had trouble finding the structure. He eventually stumbled into a clearing and there it stood, looking like it had just been built. As soon as he entered the clearing, he felt strange, frightened. He couldn’t figure out why. Kermit’s fear became so intense he ran back into the trees. “Shit,” he said to himself, “What the hell is wrong with me?”
Kermit had recently developed a taste for wine. “Next time, I’ll fortify myself on the way through the woods.”
From then on, during his journeys to the barn, his fear was replaced by numbness, a numbness he would maintain for the rest of his life.
* * *
Aren’t you afraid to be out here alone?” asked Junior. “Doesn’t this place give you the creeps?”
“Nope,” said Alexander. He held up his bottle and said, “I bring along my courage.” The old man mellowed as he began to talk about his past to the boys.
“Started coming out here when I was about you boys’ age. Matter of fact started drinking about that time too. First couple of times I come out here I was sort of scared; don’t honestly know why. Then I started priming the pump as I walked through the woods. By the time I reached the clearing, I wasn’t scared of nothin’. ‘Cept one time had a little too much courage. Fell asleep. Voices woke me up.”
“What voices?” asked the boys in unison.
“Don’t rightly know. It was near dusk. The voices were coming from the barn, strange voices. They were calling me. Got my ass out of there fast. Never stayed late again.”
Chris asked, “Sure you weren’t hearing things, old man?”
“Don’t shit with me, punk. I know the stories about this place. Damn barn sits on unholy ground, Injun ground. No one comes out here at night no matter how much courage they had.”
“Let’s go home,” said Junior. “I’ve still got chores to do.”
The boys turned and left. Behind them, they could hear old-man Alexander laughing.
Once they were deep into the forest, Junior remarked, “I told you that was a scary place.”
“Right,” Chris said sarcastically. He was pissed that the old man was laughing as they left. It only made him more determined to revisit the barn. Chris could not get those pristine white walls out of his mind. Those walls were just screaming to him to be decorated. And now that he knew they were protected during the day, so daytime visits were out. He also knew that no one would be there at night.
“What do you say we visit the barn at night?” Chris asked Junior.
“Are you crazy? I’m not going there at night!”
“You’re going to let the stories of an old drunk scare you? Didn’t you hear how he was laughing? He was laughing because he thinks he frightened us away. Let’s check out the barn at night and see what’s really going on inside.”
Junior replied, “I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
“I do,” said Chris. “I’ll meet you on the dirt road tonight. Bring a flashlight.”
Junior shook his head and turned for home knowing he could not let his friend down.
UNHOLY GROUND, A HORROR SHORT STORY, CHAPTER VI
UNHOLY GROUND
Chris Walters, fourteen, was a recent arrival to the rural town of Pinebrook. His dad, Bob, and mom, Rachel, were originally from the area. Shortly after they were married, they decided to move to Philadelphia and start a new life. They created a new life; his name was Chris. In the meantime, their dreams of life in the city were in shambles. They both had high school degrees but found their education lacking and the city unforgiving. Bob stumbled from one job to another. And being the most recent hire, whenever there was a layoff, he was the first to go.
Rachel found work as a secretary, until Chris came along, then the cost of daycare was more than she earned, so she quit her job and became a stay-at-home mom.
Then Bob’s father died unexpectedly.
After Bob received the news, he sat with Rachel in their tiny kitchen and discussed their future. “You know, Rach,” Bob said as he put down his coffee cup, “we’re not living the life I thought we would. I’ve got to be honest. We’re not making it here.”
Rachel responded, “You are your dad’s only living relative. His farm will go to you. With the money we should get for it, we could build that better life.”
“Rachel, the money won’t last long. Then we’d be back to where we are now. I don’t want to sell the farm. I want to work on. The land is good, and I helped my dad enough years that I could manage it and make it pay.”
There were many more discussions about their future, and gradually Rachel weakened. In reality, she was not all that fond of Philadelphia. And Bob was right. The money would not mean much of a change to their long-term future in the city. The more they talked, the more she discovered how much she missed her family and friends. One night, as they lay next to each other, Rachel said, “It’s hard to admit defeat, but maybe we should move back to Pinebrook. I think the move would do us good and it would be good for Chris too. He’s been spending time with some bad company lately and I don’t like the direction he’s heading.”
Bob smiled at his wife and then caressed her. “We’ll tell Chris in the morning,” Bob said.
They made love as a full moon illuminated the bedroom.
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