Beyond the Blog with Pamela Beach
One theme, many worlds. Exploring resilience, from lived experience to imagined stories.
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“Hello, I’m Pam. I’m an author, a storyteller, and this is where I explore one big theme: resilience. My writing is born from a life of navigating challenges, from foster care and homelessness to single motherhood. Here, we’re in the business of turning scars into strength.”
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An urban explorer breaks into the decommissioned Morro Bay power plant to film the legendary “burning stacks.” He makes a terrifying discovery about what the stacks truly burn and the supernatural purpose they serve for the fog’s trapped souls.
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Ben squinted, following her finger. On the opposing ridge, at least a mile away, stood two silhouettes. They were impossibly tall, dark figures, standing perfectly still against the bright, white backdrop of the fog. They looked like men, but stretched, their limbs too long, their shoulders too broad. They wore no color. They were just……
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She kept walking, following the invisible tether. It led her down the far side of the dune, into a deep hollow, a bowl-shaped depression sheltered from the non-existent wind. And here, the fog was different. It was denser, heavier, and it lay perfectly still, settled in the hollow like water in a basin. It came…
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Excerpt from Chapter 3: The Loneliness Trap (And How to Disarm It) This is the bully’s secret weapon. Bullies often target people who are on their own. They want you to feel like you have only two choices: Put up with their mean behavior. Be completely, totally alone. This is a trap. The truth is,…
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“The Whisperwood isn’t just a magical forest in a book; it’s the ultimate version of the forts I built in the hills. It’s a place that is alive, that guards, and that protects. And Bronwyn? Bronwyn is the girl who knows every path, every tree, and every secret of that sanctuary. She isn’t the 12-year-old…
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He was tied. He kicked out. His feet were bound too, lashed together at the ankles. He was trussed, helpless. He strained against the ropes, the sudden, desperate struggle of a trapped animal. … A cascade of green and red stars exploded overhead, visible through the gaps in the wooden roof of his cage. The…
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The truth finally dawns on his face, a slow, horrifying sunrise of comprehension. “So you’re… a garbage collector.” The words, so mundane, so utterly devoid of myth, hang in the vastness of the cavern. “I am a reclamation engine. A bio-organic warden. My ‘fire’ is a plasma furnace, designed to break down the molecular bonds…
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My bones are granite and my blood is the slow, cool magic of the earth. I have never taken a breath, but I have felt the wind of a thousand winters wear at my skin. My heart has never beaten, but it has pulsed with the deep, resonant toll of the Great Bell in the…
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The strength you seek is yours to find, To leave the haunting lies behind. Deep in your soul, a warrior sleeps, A vow your own brave spirit keeps.
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“By creek-side tent, the moon my guide, With scrubbing hands, my spirit cried – Not for defeat, but for the climb, To reclaim footing, conquer time.”