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Winner Announcement: New Contest For May, Featuring Your Very Own Deranged Lighthouse Keeper!
It took me a while to judge all of the lovely entries into the New Contest For May, Featuring Your Very Own Deranged Lighthouse Keeper! contest, but I've finally done it! Here's a link to that contest, for the uninitiated:
By Laura Pruett8 months ago in Writers
All Hobbits Share A Love Of Things That Grow
“Ride for ruin! Ride now!” And forth charged the riders of Rohan! Spear and horse clashed into the line of cowering orcs, stretching out all across the horizon. Glorious sunlight streamed through the breaks in the clouds; breaks ushered forth by the might and honor of men.
By Matthew J. Fromm8 months ago in Writers
Sinking to a New Level
I’ve always been a water person. I grew up in Minnesota, the Land of 10,000 lakes. I always had a river in my backyard. My brothers and sister and I were always swimming or fishing in the summer, running around barefoot. Until around my sixth-grade year, our place had a hill leading down to the Fish Hook River, which froze solidly enough to drive on every winter, which people did, to haul out their icehouses. Neighbors came from all around to sled our hill, making jumps off the docks onto the ice. Fun times!
By Julie Lacksonen8 months ago in Writers
I've had PTSD. Honorable Mention in I Wrote This Challenge. Content Warning.
PTSD is flooring me at the moment, making me feel a bit insane, whilst detached AND over-emotional. It's the first time I've experienced it fully as an 'entity' in probably twenty years. I feel separated from myself, whilst also fully logical. It's a strange sensation. It's frightening. I'm frightening myself.
By Karen Cave8 months ago in Writers
Contested
And here I go again... June is here, and with it my yearly entry into the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation (CBC)'s Poetry Contest. They also have ones for Non-Fiction and Short Stories, but I think most wistfully over the one devoted to poetry. First, the deadlines are always the same, this one coming just as summer is about to begin (one of the coldest days in Montréal, but still). Second, I feel like I do my best work at the end of the semester with the pressure of term work and grading taken away and placed on someone else's back.
By Kendall Defoe 8 months ago in Writers
Back in the Summer of 77
In my youth in British Columbia, I loved to snorkel in the ocean waters. Much of my time was spent when I prepared to attend private school, snorkelling under the White Rock Pier in all sorts of weather. During my youth, crabs were still plentiful around the White Rock Pier and in the rugged breakwater that protected the pier.
By Bruce Curle `8 months ago in Writers
