Poetry and Short Stories (Book) http://www.Writing.Com/main/books.php/item_id/1314591-Poetry-and-Short-Stories This form is my invention. 1. The poem MUST be about nature in some way. 3. The poem MUST be only one stanza. 2. The stanza MUST have 5 lines AND each line MUST contain a specific number of syllables: line 1: 5 syllables line 2: 4 syllables line 3: 3 syllables line 4: 2 syllables line 5: 1 syllable The lines do not have to be separate se...[Read Full Post] Sun, 22 Jun 2008 22:27:45 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/592543 Now that you've finished writing the story, what's next? You've spent hours, days, weeks, maybe months. You've sweated, chewed the eraser off of your pencil and paced. Finished. At last, you're finished. Your story starts, continues through the middle and has a satisfying conclusion. So now what do you do? Your immediate tend...[Read Full Post] Thu, 29 Nov 2007 06:01:29 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/552261 Everything changes. The sun rises and sets, the earth rotates, people get older, language morphs, and technology advances. Everything undergoes a continuous flow of change and nothing can prevent that. In most cases, change is welcomed however in various parts of business, change is frequently met with distrust and dislike Big Business builds its life...[Read Full Post] Tue, 04 Sep 2007 02:42:05 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/532720 I got to thinking about the question which is asked as the title of this piece, when I was reading an excerpt from a book today. The excerpt was two sentences long and the first sentence was a terrible run-on sentence. I immediately found myself wondering what sort of comments, ratings and reviews it would have gotten, had it been posted in someones port...[Read Full Post] Tue, 04 Sep 2007 02:41:35 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/532719 Fad Editing. Have you heard the term before? Probably not, since I believe I just coined it tonight. What do I mean by Fad Editing? First, lets define what a Fad is. According to the American Heritage Dictionary: A fashion that is taken up with great enthusiasm for a brief period of time; a craze. According to dictionary.com: a temporary fashi...[Read Full Post] Tue, 04 Sep 2007 02:41:00 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/532718 Olga the Ogress grunted and glared up at the afternoon sun. "Why is it," she muttered, rubbing her eyes, "that day has to come so early?" Olga wrinkled her nose, then sneezed and wiped it on one arm, smearing her face with dirt. "Food," Olga grunted, mostly to herself. "Time for brunch." She picked up her club, swung ...[Read Full Post] Tue, 04 Sep 2007 02:40:28 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/532717 Creak... Creak... Creak... The old swing moved slowly back and forth, propelled by the wind. The rusty hinges that held it fast to the beams protested at the unfamiliar activity. Creak. The swing hung in what was once a lovely Gazebo, covered with climbing roses. Perhaps it's color had been white or maybe a soft yellow. Now the paint had f...[Read Full Post] Tue, 04 Sep 2007 02:39:58 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/532716 "It's time." Those words sent icy chills down my spine and caused my heart to skip a beat. Not that it matters in the least. I looked up, through a thick veil of darkness which was rapidly descending and shook my head. "Come on!" Why me? I'd done nothing. Why was I here? Why was this happening? I wanted to scream, to p...[Read Full Post] Tue, 04 Sep 2007 02:39:13 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/532715 Twas a dark and stormy night, you know, like all the other nights. I sat in pj's at my desk, Just setting out to write. A shot rang out, well maybe not, A horseman did arrive. That's trite! Contrived! I just can't think! I have this awful head. An ache that beats around the brows, and makes me feel some dread. Perhaps a di...[Read Full Post] Tue, 04 Sep 2007 02:38:36 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/532714 Out where the wind Blows mournful and lonely. Out where the wind Sings its deadly sad song. Out where the wind Cries its heart out for nothing. Out where the wind Sighs and mourns all night long. Out there a man Can become something special. Out there a man Can learn his true name. Out there a man Tests his will against nature. Out there ...[Read Full Post] Tue, 04 Sep 2007 02:38:06 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/532713 It's kitty cat weather. The moon is shining bright. The evening is quite balmy. There's not a cloud in sight. It's kitty cat weather. They're prowling on the fence. They're singing 'neath my window. Their cries are quite intense. It's kitty cat weather. The night has come alive. There'll be kittens in a few w...[Read Full Post] Tue, 04 Sep 2007 02:37:38 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/532712 Little chocolate cat, With a soft furry head. And small dainty feet, Curled up on my bed. A chocolate cat, With delicate ears, A soft rumbling purr, Assuaging my fears. In the dark of night, When I am alone. This chocolate cat, Lets it be known. That chocolate cats, Are fluffy and warm. When they curl up tightly, And sleep on your ar...[Read Full Post] Tue, 04 Sep 2007 02:37:09 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/532711 Grey and white, Clean and bright, Snowy shapes abound. Frosty blues, Crystal hues, Frozen on the ground. Cobalt skies, Laughing eyes, Cherry cheeks of red. Brown and still, On the hill, Trees appear as dead. Winter's here, Ends the year, Soon will come the spring. Tue, 04 Sep 2007 02:36:39 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/532710 Your words touch my heart and ignite inspiration. Your thoughts blossom forth in my mind. Your vision gives birth within me. You create my creativity. My art grows from your planting. A picture takes form in the air. Paint, graphite, ink and chalk, Weave their magic between us. Our sharing brings forth greatness. Our souls touch and entwine....[Read Full Post] Tue, 04 Sep 2007 02:36:10 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/532709 Everything is bigger in Texas. That's how the saying goes at least. It's true too, but most folks don't brag about it none. Shoot, most Texans don't even notice things are bigger. Mostly cause that's just the normal size things are 'round here. Take fishin' fer instance. Most folks, when they go fishin', least-wi...[Read Full Post] Tue, 04 Sep 2007 02:35:35 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/532708 Sing a song of sixpence, Someone tell me, what is that? Could it be a wooden nickle? Could it be a mess of cats? Do you eat it, spend it, sniff it? Does it stick to you like glue? Does a sixpence come with pudding? Is it fried or boiled or blue? Sing a song of sixpence, I really don't know how. Is a sixpence something large, That'd y...[Read Full Post] Tue, 04 Sep 2007 02:33:55 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/532707 Brilliant light, slanting down, Scatters rainbows all around. Hits the glass and breaks apart, Shatters violently, like my heart. A prism sits, upon my desk, Testament to love's burlesque. You left it there, that day you quit, Walked from my life, you little twit! Tue, 04 Sep 2007 02:33:21 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/532706 I'm so bored, even them tumbleweeds out there blowin' cross the desert is havin' more fun! Ain't nothin' ta do in this two-bit town, not since ma cousin Lulu-Bell set the whole durn thing on fire! Used ta be, this was a right nice town. Had a pool hall, swimmin' pool and even a Chucky Cheese. Come an evenin' ya'd find t...[Read Full Post] Tue, 04 Sep 2007 02:32:53 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/532705 Don't mess with Texas. That there's a highway slogan, an' folks round here take it mighty serious. There's signs up and down the state with names o' people or clubs or groups what adopted this road 'er that un. They keep 'em right purty too, pick up all the trash what out-a-staters toss around, plant wild flowers and take p...[Read Full Post] Tue, 04 Sep 2007 02:32:15 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/532704 "I do not..." his eyes glinted with anger, "have to explain anything. To you or anyone else." "Jacob," a small, slender man tried patiently. "Please be reasonable. The police said..." "I don't care what they said," he interrupted. "I'm explaining nothing. End of discussion!" The smaller man shr...[Read Full Post] Tue, 04 Sep 2007 02:31:32 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/532703 Stryker grunted and shifted his position on a lumpy pile of coins. His cave had been roomy enough...many years before...but now it was starting to feel a little cramped. The pile slid suddenly, leaving him uncomfortable again. "Why do these things shift so much? Who's bright idea was it that dragons should sleep on this stuff, anyway?" ...[Read Full Post] Tue, 04 Sep 2007 02:31:05 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/532702 Secure in the shadows, My heart waits for you. A fire of yearning, A love that is true. Secure in the shadows, I whisper your name. I dream of our meeting, I call out in vain. Secure in the shadows, A life slowly fades. A person lies dying, Surrounded by shades. Our time is a shadow, We've only the now. Our moments are fleeting, ...[Read Full Post] Tue, 04 Sep 2007 02:30:29 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/532701 My cat Charley has incredibly sharp claws... especialy when she decides to kneed her paws against bare skin!) Little Charley Thornpaws got stuck to a mat, Little Charley Thornpaws caught a mouse and a bat. Little Charley Thornpaws snagged my pants and a sock. Little Charley Thornpaws likes to roam 'cross my block. Little Charley Thornpaws hunt...[Read Full Post] Tue, 04 Sep 2007 02:29:55 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/532700 Just down the way, I have a friend, A man of little means. A house he has, A garden too, With carrots, beets and beans. Just down the way, I know a man, Who hasn't very much He scrimps and saves, And just gets by, He says he has no luck. Just down the way, On eve the last, A fire it did blaze. A small house burned, A tiny pl...[Read Full Post] Tue, 04 Sep 2007 02:29:24 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/532699 There's a Lion in the living room, A Leopard on the floor, A Cheetah in my easy chair, I hear more at the door! An Elephant with great big tusks Is charging up my walk. A Monkey's on the curtain rod and overhead... a Hawk. Six Kangaroos are hopping In a line from room to room. Seven Squirrels and a Wallaby, Around the house they zo...[Read Full Post] Tue, 04 Sep 2007 02:28:49 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/532698