The air was frigid
Pungent with must
Odors of mold
Abandoned and untold
From her bleeding lips
Her wobbly hips
I want to introduce you to Silouan Sautter from the blog http://wordsinsidemysoul.wordpress.com/ .
He submitted this short story to my call out for guest bloggers.
I really hope you enjoy this read as much as I do!
I was captivated by his story!
He sat in the shade of a great log, fallen beside the road. Hooded, with his cloak spread around him, he seemed a statue in the shade of the log. He had not stirred for some time. The sun infused the noisome swamp mists with a hazy golden light. Insects hummed and chirped. Leaves drifted lazily on the slow breezes. Time slowed to an unbearable crawl. Under his hood the young fighter smiled. The demon was strong. Continue reading
Hi, my name is Christine Campbell and you can find me on my blog at http://cicampbellblog.wordpress.com/ or my Facebook author page: Christine Campbell, Author WriteWhereYouAre
Here is my poetry submission for your blog.
I have ongoing serious health problems and this poem was written on one of my more difficult days.
I wonder if it resonates with others.
Thank you for this opportunity.
© Christine Campbell, 2013
I want to introduce you all to Haley Schluter.
She is a vibrant, young, promising college student with a ‘voice’ that makes you feel like you are sitting across from her at a coffee shop having a chat. Her writing style is fun, comfortable, confident and she is a riot! Oh and did I mention she has curly hair? I’m a fan of curly hair. Watch for her and her curly hair, I’m sure you will be seeing more of her in the years to come!
Why Your Blog’s Voice Speaks Volumes
I have decided to start a new weekly feature.
I will be accepting poems from anyone one interested.
I will post one poem per week onto my blog (my blog has 57,000 views and 5,600 followers) and
I will also share the poems with my Twitter account and my face book page fans.
I will post the poem featured on Fridays under:
Fridays Featured Poet
To participate please like and submit your poetry on my face book page. Click on the link below to get there.
I look forward to reading your submissions!
As you probably know, hundreds of thousands of writers sign up for National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) each year — essentially volunteering to write one 50,000-word novel from scratch in a month’s time. That’s a lot of writing for authors who may want to participate in NaNoWriMo, but are running short on free time. (Like ME)
Have you all heard about the Grammarly Group writing project coming up this November?
If not take a look.
They plan to organize the largest group of authors to ever collaborate on a novel; they’re calling the project #GammoWriMo.
For more information on this unique and oh so creative opportunity please check out the link I provided below.
Happy writing to you all!
- GrammoWriMo – Join Largest Number of Authors to Write a Novel Together (joanyedwards.wordpress.com)
- Tiredness and NaNoWriMo (inkprintmagazine.wordpress.com)
- It’s NaNoWriMo time again! (womenspages.wordpress.com)
- NaNoWriMo! (minasalcove.wordpress.com)
You can find my Smashwords interview in the link above.
It is for my upcoming poetry anthology coming out soon.
Keep an eye out for it!
Have a wonderful weekend.
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Also your name and credit to creating the cover! I have a few ideas but nothing set in stone…
Please let me know if you or anyone that you know would be interested!
Thanks so much!
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She lays there and wonders
As she plays with the knife
Why she plunders with worry and strife
It pounds at her like thunder
As she lays under