Hello, and Welcome.

You've made it to the Forty-Fifth Paradox, and now you sit reading at the halfway point between truth and fiction. Enjoy your time here, I know I will. Lean back as far as you dare on your chair, prop up your feet, and relax as sensory images and various feelings wash over your person. I, your host, am a creative writing major which found a place to polish my writing, and to let my imagination pour out in all directions for your reading pleasure.

Here at the Forty-Fifth Paradox, we have a different system, but a simple one.. A few posts will be chapters, or portions of chapters of a novel idea I've been tossing around. It involves a cold case, a confessed killer (or an unconfessed liar?), a prison ministry participant, faith, skepticism, and of course, teenagers. ;P . Other posts will be drabbles (200 words or less), one shots (300+ words) and poetry. You, the reader and guest, play a key role in the upkeep of the Forty-Fifth Paradox.

• Your favorite post thus far: a comment saying why

But wait! Sit by the fire a bit longer, and I'll let you know of another way your input makes a difference. Leave a comment with a keyword you want the next post (drabble, one shot, or poem) the first five will be bolded in the next post. By the flip of a coin, I'll choose between poetry and prose, and then between one shot and  drabble. (In some circumstances, drabble will be more likely, due to time constraints.)

Alas, your hostess must end yet another day, and head to the back for some well deserved rest. Feel free to linger by the fire, but please put out the flames if they threaten to burn down this lovely paradox. The fire's bite is always worse than its bark.