Sorry, Sorry, Sorry, and I Love You – L’Erin Ogle

The cave sits in a hillside, with its mouth yawed wide open. It is the kind of cave suited for raising the dead. Shadows move across dark spaces as the witch drags the shattered spines of small trees across the entrance. She stacks them high, leaving a small space to wedge herself through. Soon a fire is lit, its dull glow chasing away the lingering shadows. The fire flickers, and smoke curls in ribbons towards …

Yet another question for L’Erin Ogle

Q: Do you generally start with mood, title, character, concept, …?

A: Stories come to me as one character caught up in a bad situation. I see my main character/characters as possessing a good heart, caught in impossible situations. I build the story around the idea that while people may be good, the world is not, and that leads to making decisions in which there is never a perfect resolution. In the story, I hope to illustrate that we are all doing the best we can with what we are given to work with. I love my characters, but I know they always have a difficult journey ahead of them. I want to show that while at times the world is dark, there is always hope.


L’Erin Ogle’s story “Sorry, Sorry, Sorry, and I Love You” was
published on Friday, 23 November 2018.

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Even more about L’Erin Ogle

L’Erin is a mother and writer living in Lawrence, KS. She writes speculative fiction in between shifts saving lives in the ER. She has stories at Metaphorosis, Syntax & Salt, Vastarien, and Trampset. She can be found at lerinogle.com.

@lerinjo


L’Erin Ogle’s story “Sorry, Sorry, Sorry, and I Love You” was
published on Friday, 23 November 2018.

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Cover art by Saleha Chowdhury.

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All the Colors I Cannot See – L’Erin Ogle

I remember everyone being lit up in colors when I was a little kid. They wore vivid blues and pinks and greens and yellows. Everyone dripped in thoughts and feelings. They were painted with sky blue happy or scarlet red mad, thunderhead gray sad and bright orange excited. I loved looking at everyone wearing their hearts out like that, and mostly everyone had real nice shines. Then I met a man with no color at …