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  1. A Story For Another Time

    by , February 27th, 2021 at 12:28 AM (Scrawlings From The East)
    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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    Updated February 28th, 2021 at 01:54 PM by TheMightyAz

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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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