Sensual Overload, Emotional Push Back.
The Snow Storm
I remember it so well, although it was so many years ago.
Falling, falling. Alone. Not caring. Floating. Being buffeted. My jump suit rattling. My eyes drinking it all in. My mind, mesmerized, whispering the one word, over and over:
It was in France, at a skydiving school...
Jeanette Merqua's alarm clock set for seven a.m. broke the silence of her apartment. With a groan, she pulled an arm from beneath the covers, and without lifting her head from the pillow, shut it up with a smack. She lay inert for several more minutes, enjoying the post-slumber warmth of her bed, before she urged her body into action. Still half asleep and with eyes barely open, operating on...
She plays with fire
and dances with flames,
This ball and chain
she wishes to break free from -
to have them tossed into a bottomless pit,
to have them burned
at the inner core of the Earth.
"I'm only a tiny creature," she murmurs.
"I'm powerless, powerless, powerless!"
"I'm doing the best I...
I thought I might share my experiences with writing sites to begin with. The first I joined (for free) was called Urbis.com. I don't know if you know it. It was created by a fellow called Steve Spargo (who actually got to the cover of Esquire Magazine) and run by he and his sister. It was New York based. He called it a `creative democracy'. It continued to develop over the number of years I was...
Sunday, September 25th, 2011
Writing Challenge (1)
What do YOU think? Where are YOU at?
For my part, I've been reading quite a bit the last while, and doing some studying. Here follow, in no special order of significance, some areas of thought and non-thought. "Thunk & Muddle, let's get in a Huddle". I'll cover some areas I have...
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