"The reason there is evil in the world is because people don't get to tell their stories." (Carl Jung)
Let's hope Shakespeare was right about the sword pen thingy. Swords may rattle but pens do battle.
We have expectations for ourselves and for our children. We claim that we don't. That is certainly PC. But the proof of the statement is that we recognize we had expectations the moment those expectations are not met. "So take me to the station, and put me on a train. I got no expectations, to pass this way, again." (Mick Jagger)
I asked this guy what happened to the gold earring, but he wouldn't come clean.
have been greatly exacerbated
All five of our finalists have posted their entries. How persuasive were they in convincing you the trophy should be theirs? You decide, but do so BEFORE Friday NOON!
Tiffany checked her in box, and I have checked mine: not so easy to do ... here at the towers we are quaffing smoke from wildfires in Washington blowing this way. (the OTHER Washington also blows smoke, but beneath the surface!) I was missing California, and now that I can't see the sun for all the smoke I feel right at home....oh...the boxes are empty...meaning ALL the stories have been posted!
Literati! File this under the no good deed unpublished--oops! unpunished
Literati!. Aladdin -so the legend goes- rubbed the lamp to awaken the genie. Sabu, aka the Thief of Bagdad, uncorked a bottle on the beach. Kristy Webster had a more visceral approach to releasing dragon girl. How do YOU summon the muse that lies just beneath your surface? Read on.
Pain is the assortment of colors on the palette, not their application to the canvas, and some people confuse the two, thinking that the mere expression of pain is art. It is not.
Literati. I pulled a story I myself wrote out of the archives. (yes, in addition to snarky comments, I really do write!) Though not written to our "Beneath the Surface" theme, it exemplifies what I am looking for. Here is a nine year old boy being taught how to swim by his father, but beneath the surface he will eventually discover krakens and sharks. My greatest hope for this website and for all who enter story submissions is that they confront in themselves and our society what really goes on beneath the surface of our lives. Great literature digs deep. Can you dig it?
At last Saturday's Moscow's Farmer's Market I got re-acquainted with Ryan Urie, a lad half my age with twice the talent. He leads a critique group along with Tanya Gale called the Palouse Writers'[ League, and I learned of this upcoming event. A Word with You Press(that would be moi and vouz) share with the Palouse Writers' League the simple mission: Save the World. And you can do it in the company of other wild/tame writers and tame/wild animals on August 15th.