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  1. A Story For Another Time

    The Glass Tulip



    The fallow child did not know he cast a shadow. It rested profoundly on his story, diminished the colours—warped them. The earth, the heavens, and everything between, left him detached, bereft of wonder. But Tommy did not know.

    His clothes reflected the same perspective: faded denim jeans and jacket, grey V-necked jumper, and white shirt, buttoned to the very top. Plimsolls, once white with blue edging, now scuffed and discoloured by frequent
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  2. All done but the cover (mostly)

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    After a long several days of edits on my first read through, proofreading with my app, and then additional adjustments after I took the manuscript from Scrivener to Word, I have a manuscript fit for others to see. There might be a few typos left, but I try to get it down to what I've read are NY house standards ... approximately seven or fewer for a full length novel. Then the first few readers fill those in.

    Now I have to work on a cover, ...
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  3. Happy Birthday, Holly!

    Quote Originally Posted by James Hercules Sutton View Post
    HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HOLLY!


    You wouldn’t think of it as a warm fuzzy place; it’s a bank, after all. But it’s been having hard times, and morale is low. So when the day began, a supervisor sent an e-mail that read, “Happy Birthday, Holly” and copied it to Holly’s co-workers, asking them to wish likewise.


    It wasn’t long before they responded in grand style. Holly was a cheerful sort, and they were ready to cheer her up. Each sent Holly an e-mail wishing her
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  4. A Short Horror Story

    by , February 18th, 2021 at 11:47 AM (Scrawlings From The East)
    The Mirror Man


    For three weeks, all the mirrors in my house had been turned to face the wall. Perhaps, I speculated, he would lose interest and leave me alone. He had been there all along of course, but I never really considered him anything more than a figment of my imagination. I pictured him sniggering at my inability to exorcise him, waiting and waiting for that day when I could pluck up the courage to face him again. Today was that day.

    Oh yes, I thought
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  5. The House That Love Built

    A home
    for my family
    laughter
    love
    gatherings
    turned to dust before my eyes
    scared
    yelling
    A loss
    I rock
    finding a new path
    Foreign road
    picking up pieces along the way
    To my children’s new home.
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  6. To end or not to end?

    thoughtful.jpgI've been at a sticking point in my WIP for a couple of days now.

    I'm near the end of the novel (98K words of a planned approximately 100K).

    * I've just wrapped up three subplots.

    * I have two minor plot points I might address, or I might touch on them and leave their resolution for a possible sequel ... these are character arcs.

    * I have one subplot left to address, but like the character arcs, I could touch on it ...
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  7. How happy is your story?

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    We've been having a raging debate in the Tips and Tricks Forum about "Smiles in Writing". It started as complaint by Foxee about an author who wrote a weird scene about a character smiling a lot where it didn't seem to fit. Foxee's post and a few which followed were tongue in cheek, but of course it could not stay that way. It soon got serious:
    https://www.writingforums.com/thread...head-character

    Time to put ...

    Updated February 11th, 2021 at 04:46 PM by vranger

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  8. He Tries

    He tries
    everyday
    to control me
    my life
    to find me
    to manage me
    to threaten me
    He scares me
    To take things from me
    My Children
    My home
    Our money
    My sanity
    I live in fear
    He wants to hurt me.
    he tries.
    he tries.
    He will not.
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  9. Buried Beneath (WIP)



    So, I've hit a bit of a wall with this.

    In the past two sessions, I worked on a logical rhythm to follow, and last time, the bass player and I managed to work out something cohesive but not practical for the following section.

    I should hopefully be able to play again on Monday, so I'm gonna try to put this bitch together SOON.
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  10. A Poem For The Disenfranchised

    by , February 6th, 2021 at 08:27 AM (Scrawlings From The East)
    Fag and a can

    Got me sen a fag and a can
    Two black eyes cos I’m the man
    Tattoos and dots on me face
    Scars and jeans to hide me grace
    Sovereign rings on every knuckle
    Think we’re cool but our mover’s chuckle
    Payin’ through their eyes and nose
    So we can trash it with the bros
    Shake it out and strut our stuff
    Violence is a poor man’s bluff

    Got me sen a fag and a can
    A girlfriend and a brand new pram
    Six
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    Updated February 18th, 2021 at 11:50 AM by TheMightyAz

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  11. A Sea Shanty Poem

    by , February 4th, 2021 at 11:59 PM (Scrawlings From The East)
    Bumbling Burrow

    In bumbling’ burrow of barrowill wood
    Where the bumblebee Bernard was mumbling
    An oath of a groat for cutting ones throat
    While kicking a juggler jugglin’

    “I swear I will kill’ ‘im,” he spat while a-swillin’
    And croonered a pooch name of saphron
    The swirls of her hair shished shoulders of pearl
    As she pranced by the splash of a lantern

    Now Bernard’s big belly was fizzlin’ and swelly
    Cos he’d gulped
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    Updated February 5th, 2021 at 02:30 PM by PiP

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  12. An experimental narrative poem

    by , February 4th, 2021 at 11:32 PM (Scrawlings From The East)
    Coats For Wings


    I watch the others from the window of my second floor flat, engaged – as they often are – in aimless chitchat. They have scripted intent and are preoccupied with the humdrum activities that stuff an ordinary life. I envy those flat stones, the way they skim across the surface of this vast, bottomless ocean.

    I lift a cigarette to my mouth and hold it steady for exactly three beats before drawing. Smoke fills my lungs and gathers there, before
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    Updated February 18th, 2021 at 11:52 AM by TheMightyAz

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  13. Fear

    We all have fears.
    It’s an inborn trait.
    We must know fear to survive.
    To a certain extent.
    If I touch the pot without a mitt my hand will burn.
    What about unseen fear
    A seed planted in ones mind to grow
    Doubt
    They water the seed with whispers of failure
    How the seed had no chance of growing,,,sprouting.
    They own your fear 6E0E0571-801E-497D-838E-FF0C7C6EA96E.jpg
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  14. Longest Night

    I am a mom.
    It’s my life. I know all mom’s say that. And it’s true. Our children,,,for me anyway,,,are the most important part of my life. I conceived them. I carried them. I birthed them. I nursed them. Carried them on my back or front,,,sometimes both as I have 8 children. So I have seen a lot. Happy tears, sad tears, sickness, diagnosis of certain food allergies,,,one heart defect. I thought this little mamma had seen most everything until last week Wed night as my 15 yr old second son ...
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  15. " Google Keep " Block notes, for quick notes.

    I discovered this service, Google, totally free.
    You can use it, on all devices, using your Gmail.
    The advantage of this application, what I like:
    is the ability to use it anywhere, with the same account.
    I use it when I'm not at the PC.
    I get an idea, I'll write it on my cell phone if I'm not at home.
    I can also use them on the Tablet.
    I find it at home, on the pc. I just need to copy and paste afterwards.
    At home I copy everything on Scrivener. ...
  16. I'm baaack

    Maybe a handful of you has seen me on. Most of you probably haven't. Nevertheless... I'm Back! After getting struck by writers inspiration I decided to start writing a new story. A fiction fantasy written in third person limited. I've only been working on it for two days but have gotten 2.5k words deep so far. I'm still an incredibly fresh writer but I have every intention of getting better. I'm having fun at least, so who knows. Maybe once I finish it I can publish it somewhere online for people ...
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  17. Christmas present

    by , December 21st, 2020 at 04:26 PM (Each n every day)
    Local radio had a phone in about naff crimbo presents and one caller said...on my dinner break I went to get tickets for Johnny Mathis at the Liverpool Empire for me mum because every year she always said my favourite Christmas song was when a child is born....when Christmas Eve arrived all the family met up in the pub for a drink and the song came on and he said to his mum thats the song you love and his mum replied...I like this song but a can't stand him.
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  18. The cocktail of despair

    The cocktail of despair [ADULT SWEARING ADVISION]

    The Cocktail of Despair.
    Trouble brewed in our airs.
    Ingredients:
    • Chastisement of wife for her securement of obese Christmas tree.
    • Supermarket pizza.


    ‘Firstly You buy a fat Christmas tree, and then, woman, expect me to dine upon Sainsbury’s staff spread pizza? Do you want me to die?’ I said not unreasonably after my six day endurance of night shifting at the psychiatric pole.
    Regular readers
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  19. Slice of Diary

    Slice of Diary

    The foghorn moans through the white sky.

    The land is grey, of pebble-dash, and is saturated and sad. Both man and a dog scamper over cliff top before the fall, and there unseen at the base of a cliff lies the cagoule, his face placed in the stones. The dog barks, mad, bad, back and forth he climbs the cliff face, chases obscene scent of nothing, chases his tail.

    ‘Over here, good boy,’ I cry from my window ledge, yet the fog occludes [hew]
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  20. MOTHER

    This is home where I scribble. Sometimes I live there a lot. When things are rocky I close the site down, like when I embarrass myself, y'know, or when the despair rings my every rocking. In my rocker. My rocker ringed in black ribbon, black dog at my knee, black Peter visiting once a year, Black Betty every night, black powder piled in my cellar.

    https://drysailorboy.wordpress.com/

    Love, Betty
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  21. Christmas Dinner 2020

    Christmas Dinner 2020

    by brightonsauce

    dr1, 20 minutes, will transform toward great novel, in literature. Group gargle scene is presently in progress…

    Christmas Dinner 2020

    Ethel and Frank stood in the porch, the many wrapped gifts at their feet.

    ‘Well Ethel, finally, and finally the opportunity to dispense these fine boxes from Amazon.’

    ‘From Santa,’ chided Ethel. ‘We made it, Honey for Christmas with the family.’
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    Updated November 20th, 2020 at 02:33 PM by Matchu

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  22. A Letter Home

    by , November 18th, 2020 at 11:49 PM (A Creative Spirit in Portugal)
    In February, I joined a local writing group which we managed to keep alive via Zoom once the Coronavirus struck. One of our assignments was to write a letter.

    Hi Mum,

    We have finally arrived in the Moorish town of Aljezur on the West Coast of Portugal. Despite Dad’s reservations, Jason’s decrepit, converted bus served us well as both a means of transport and accommodation. However, Dad was right about one thing: I do miss my creature comforts such as regular showers and ...
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  23. Show & Tell 3 of Many

    How about a little me time
    A good place to turn the chicken loose to scratch the bottom of my cage

    Considering me, how much time do I put into being just me and not just who I should be or an adaptation for pleasing other
    In my day job this aspect was substantial as you needed to project a trust me I know what I'm doing persona

    But Im talking just being me

    Other than orientating for others most of the time I'm more like water I flow into the shapes ...

    Updated November 12th, 2020 at 11:52 PM by Gofa (Spelling)

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  24. Show and Tell 2 of Many

    Number two

    Thanks Dither, your comment is much appreciated.

    Im here remembering again.

    The piece I will get to was written in hospital 5 or so years ago after falling or actually stepping off a motorised skate board at say 30 to 40 kph. I hyper extended both knees split my tibia and basically crashed head over heels a fair few times. I was wearing full motor cross body armour helmet wrist knee elbow supports or lets face I would been dead

    In ...
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  25. Show and Tell 1 of Many

    This is not easy

    I'm surprised at how truly gut wrenchingly difficult it is
    I’ve written and posted this blog once before and deleted it
    I am trying to reframe to myself that this is a good idea for me as it crystallizes self identity and self acceptance

    but but but

    Telling the truth about my life and experiences has been a no go area even to good friends

    Why

    People like me are fun on TV but pretty disturbing in real
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