Sunday, July 31, 2011
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Friday, July 22, 2011
It's the start of a new Flash Fiction Challenge! The prompts are up in the Flash Fiction Tab. Remember to time yourself. Flash Fiction needs to be 1,000 words or less written in no more than one hour using all the prompts.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Only ten days left to get The Sapphire Flute with it's beautiful new cover as a free e-book. Take advantage of it while you can!
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Always a tomboy
A woman's body, so young
I played football
with the guys
and tried to ignore the changes
that made me grow up
One day I played in a shirt too tight
I thrust my arms into the air
waiting for the ball to sail my way
and as the ball flew
I felt my buttons go
pop, pop, pop
until my shirt hung open
exposing my womanly fo
rm to any who looked
The ball hit the ground and bounced
a pass failed but I no longer cared
Panicked, I turned away and buttoned up
But never again
did I play football
Monday, July 18, 2011
I've been coming across this theme that really speaks to me lately. One that I've considered many times before but haven't really known how to implement. It's the theme of forgetting ones self and serving others.
Friday, July 15, 2011
I'm a little late in the day getting this up. I apologize. One of those days, you know? Hope it's not too late! Anyway, here's my blog hop flash fiction for the challenge.
Every year, ever since I can remember, we lay out on the roof of the garage to watch the fireworks on the fourth of July. The reds and greens merging with the purples and whistling whites are but a stocatto to the chest thumping booms that set off the car alarms throughout the neighborhood.
None of us could hardly wait to see what they came up with for the finale. Every year it was something new. We watched with baited breath as the show commenced, getting ever more complex and loud until the final series of non-stop explosions hammered at us until we felt flattened to the garage.
And that was when I heard it. A high pitched scream that at first sounded like a whistler rocket, but it didn't stop. The scream just went on and on. I looked at my brother and he looked at me, then we looked back at the sky just in time to see a man falling toward us, a huge parachute billowing behind him. The guy was dressed like he came from World War II, and when he thumped onto the roof and started to skid we grabbed him and held on tight. He squatted down and pulled a gun around to the front of him, looking at the sky with absolute terror. "Where are they? Where's my troop? Oh, my, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die!"
Time travel in the midst of a fireworks show. Who would have thought? Best. Show. Ever!
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Ali Cross is hosting a blog hop over at her blog and I signed up, partially because I absolutely adore Ali and it sounded like a fun idea, and partially because she asked us to write flash fiction. Now, most people don't know this about me, but I adore flash fiction. I was first introduced to it by a group of online writers called "Liberty Hall," of which Mary Robinette Kowall was a member of long before she became a famous author. (I probably spelled her name wrong. Sorry Mary!)
Hello my friends. I apologize for not addressing this sooner, but with the holidays and all, we had a distinct lack of submissions this time around, so I'm extending the Poetry Challenge for one more week. We'd love to have more participation and you've got some great choices for prompts. So, if you plan to participate, have your poems to me by Friday at midnight at email@example.com. And remember, it's all in fun! Hope to have you join us!
Thursday, July 7, 2011
And it's time for another poetry challenge! I'm sorry I'm a day late getting this posted, but better late than not at all, right?