Up in the morning, Up in the evening Picking down clocks When the birds come out to eat... Up on the mountain Down in the king's lair Pushing these blocks In the heat of the afternoon... We were never welcome here at all, no It's who we are Doesn't matter if we've gone too far Doesn't matter if it's all okay Doesn't matter if it's not our day... — ![]() ![]() ![]() note ▼ |
Recently I took my first WdC story and wrote a lean, mean, revamped version. I submitted the new one to a magazine—my first ever. It wasn't accepted, which is why I'm sharing, but I'm proud of finally taking that step to getting published (on my phone, using Google Docs ![]() I need to thank everyone here for guiding me in my evolution from V1 to V2; they shouldn't necessarily be compared, but this new story utilizes what I've learned from my mentors while keeping a word count in mind. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
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Congratulations, my friend, you've taken the first steps down a road of unpredictability, of which it can only be said will be exciting and just possibly fulfilling. I had nothing to do with the polishing of this story, but it will be at the top of my list when I return to do reviews, most likely tomorrow. This is a great story. Don't give up on it; this is the kind of quality that finds a home eventually... ![]() |
Congratulations on your submission! I was told by a professor not long ago that he also went through a few rejections of his submissions. But he just kept at it and finally made it through. I have not yet submitted anything. That first one is the biggest hurdle, according to these recent replies I've read. |
You rock that look, Amethyst Angel 💐 ![]() ![]() |
A fly and a flea in a flue Were imprisoned—what could they do? Said the fly "let us flee!" "Let us fly!" said the flea So they flew through a flaw in the flue. — Ogden Nash (purportedly...) ![]() |
Typos? Should it be: . Said the fly, "Let us flee!" Said the flea, "Let us fly!" . Apologies for my impertinence. |
This had to be written by a parent or grandparent... it rings so Papa said... |
Hey y'all, I need more entries at
I'm the only person there so far this month ![]() The April prompt is: Nature Do you find there to be a connection between spirituality and nature? If so, what does this connection look like for you? Words up to 2500, lines up to 40. Can be a poem, story, essay or blog post, small or large. Come join the fun ![]() |
As someone of no belief, nature is probably where I come closest to feeling some sense of "connection" but in a very old, pagan manner. I also don't do contests. But here is a poem from last year that fits this theme: "Just The Temple" ![]() |
I've added a new entry to my book, "Angel Feathers" ![]() "Judas or Peter?" ![]() A bit late for Easter, but no matter ![]() ![]() |
I’m super excited about this one… remember the song I shared yesterday? "Note: My mom's current obsession:
[Embed //www.y..." I was trying to decide on a theme for this week’s PPC5 form prompt, and it hit me to take that earworm and make it into a proper English poem! It works perfectly with the refrain requirement ![]() ![]() ![]() That Woman from Promptly Poetry ![]() |
My mom's current obsession: Interesting melody, and I learned that the sky can be "turquoise..." And in case anyone's wondering, here's both a good translation and presumably a fairly accurate original lyrics: https://lyricstranslate.com/en/chella-lla-woman.html |
Great melody as you say! Your mom's cool but a little scary because of this translated lyric; "If he thinks I'm crazy and then I'll shoot him!" Please tell her I said she's cool. I did not say she's crazy, OK?! |
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I've added a new entry to my book, "Promptly Poetry" ![]() "Tuscan Afternoon" ![]() |