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Hello, It's me againHello, It’s me againHello, It's me again by ~Gotterdam16
If you’re listening
Here’s to saying “I’m sorry”
Here’s to saying “I will never do that ever again so help me”
Here’s to saying “Thank you”
Here’s to saying “We are all in this together”
Here’s to saying “Always”
The KnifeIt would kill the past, and when that was dead he would be free. It would kill this monstrous soul-life, and, without its hideous warnings, he would be at peace. He seized the thing…The Knife by ~Gotterdam16
…and lunged forward at the painting, only to be interrupted by a polite cough.
Dorian frantically looked about the room “Francis?”, and in a smaller voice “Basil?” And sighed in relief after realizing there were nonexistent signs of entry on the door. He turned to the portrait and almost dropped the knife in shock.
The portrait, the Other-Soul, waved back politely and proceeded to cough violently.
“Who are you!,&rd
On the Bad Writer and to Those Asking for CritiqueIf you ask me for critique, you better be ready to question your writing.On the Bad Writer and to Those Asking for Critique by ~TheGlassIris
I've been critiquing others' works online for about two years now and it doesn't seem to get any easier. One of the hardest things to do in a critique is to know when to swallow your own pride and just admit that something is good. But that rarely comes along. More common is when you come up to a piece that is just bad. And there are all sorts of bad pieces. Bad is a subjectivity and as such I should delineate the exact scope of which I refer to.
What I'm talking about is the amateurishly-written but otherwise decent piece of prose or poetry. These are the usual kinds I get over at groups and get thrown at me through the random people who just find me through the writers and editors group. While it takes a great deal of care not to write a critique that is abhorrently sweet or unnecessarily harsh, it takes an even greater deal of patience to deal with people who simply don't care at all. In the face of your own o
5 Tips for Aspiring writers...The five most important tips for an aspiring writer:5 Tips for Aspiring writers... by *JacintaMaree
My name is Jacinta Maree and I am just me.
This is basically how I am going to start this entire post. I am me and there isn't anything special about me that make's publishing an easier or harder goal to achieve. I wasn't born with talent pouring into my diaper and I sure as hell wasn't a top notch student, voted to becoming the next president or anything. I am ordinary and just like everyone else out there.
Publishing is hard. You're meant to struggle so don't feel disheartened because you haven't been 'discovered' yet. It's just a timing thing. It's meant to be very hard and you have to
Marcus and the Love Song“Dr. Metellus just arrived. He’ll see you now.”Marcus and the Love Song by ~TheGlassIris
Marcus’ mom nodded and hurried him into the office. Her head was bowed as if she had calculated the exact position her head had to be in the event of a stranger’s stare. Marcus himself clutched to her leg, unsure of what all these shiny plaques meant.
As she scooted Marcus to the second seat, Sue Ming placed herself down in the chair, bracing as if it were made of glass. The doctor, a tall man, arrived promptly.
Then bumped his head against the frame of the door, causing Sue to jump as she would hearing a gunshot.
“Shit!” he said, a goose-egg already fo
Why I Laughed at His FuneralIt was nothing I could help, the sound of itWhy I Laughed at His Funeral by ~TheGlassIris
left me. And in the moving crowd of black
around collars and scarves and
the formless grays of our town
that resemble bowel movement
broken by a laugh, then two, then
a whole cascade. Who is to say
I wasn’t just crazy or mad
from wanting to be?
Was I crazy for wanting to laugh?
Rather than listen to Pastor Johnson
dissolving in the limbo of his old prayer books
that talk about carbon and ash
in their variety of forms. I think,
who cares about the body,
when the person we knew was gone?
Hey, Father Johnson!
Don’t tell us another prayer!
Don’t give us another dust-powdered ser
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