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Blessing Unicorn naps seem magic;Blessing by ^Beccalicious
coo of foals snore.
each hair reflects sunshine,
each head dozing grace.
Even now, wild delphiniums
sway; yearlings sleep peaceful.
Lady youth has seldom met
temptation, now woes struggle,
each horse enchants,
she exalts.
The Cat Boss I know he lurks;The Cat Boss by ^Beccalicious
alert eyes behind the sofa
waiting, waiting.
Suddenly a paw torturing
these feet, yanking at
my socks
Crawling the pond edge
musing perhaps how cold
it might be, the creature
Pats delicate yet
Springs back in terror;
He won't be soaked today.
Stolen comfort, he
Places himself in prime
Spot- my chair
No longer
my chair. Only
the shake shake of biscuits
allow his ginger tail to bob
into the kitchen
expecting.
Begrudgingly, he plants
his purr-box up against
my side. The gentle scratch
behind his ear reminds
us both, he's always
in charge.
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Poprocksandcharlotte’s Workshop: ‘It’s elementary' In this news article: Results of :devlamonaca:’s Workshop: Punctuate with Purpose|:star: :devpoprocksandcharlotte:’s Workshop: ‘It’s elementary, my dear Watson; Crime writing and formulaic principles’ :star:|Happy Birthday :devwriters-workshop:! |First time you have heard to :devwriters-workshop:? This section is for you!
Results of the :devLamonaca:’s Workshop!
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Firstly a HUGE thank you to :devlamonaca: for hosting what has been a rather encouraging and thought provoking workshop. In fact, as you will see below, :devlamonaca: has written two extensive discussion guides
hypergraphia she writes in the empty spaces between the wordshypergraphia by ~consolecadet
between the world,
world-weary fingers and toes and pengrips, knives
letter-opener swords, typewriter machetes
arm-wrestling with fate and the universe on a piece of paper,
computer screens painting faces with colors
stained-glass hyphenated hue-tint-shade glory
she waits.
she is patient.
she's their patient, doctors and nurses
emergency room, operating room, clinical study
stethoscope children
they wish fervently to cut her open.
her insides will be beautiful, they say,
beautiful and pink and full of words.
unwords, she says.
she writes on her skin, on napkins and paper bags
i
A little bitter, aren't we? A: Over here.A little bitter, aren't we? by ~CityLightning
B: Ah, there you are. Stunning as ever, I see. {He sits down.} You -
A: Shut up.
A WAITER appears, seemingly out of thin air.
A: Black coffee, milk and two sugars.
B: Coke, thanks.
He nods, and vanishes.
A: So what took you so long to show?
B: School. Well, you know how it is; not all of us are completely adept at playing truant whenever we feel like it, you know.
A: It's a waste of fucking time. No-one bothers.
B: No-one you know. And so says the boy sitting sulky in a dark corner with a - frankly dazzling - shiner.
A does not respond, and avoids eye contact, scowling down at the gleaming tabletop. B gives up on wait
Origin of the Sisters In the land of Tavos stands a hill, and set into its side is the door to a secret prison. Only this door stands between the physical realm and its destruction, for the prison was constructed not to contain men but an ancient evil. Its name is Hunger, and it cannot be held by mere bars or chains.Origin of the Sisters by *TheBuggiest
It was the Flame, the great Flame that burns behind the sky and lights every star, that cast Hunger to the ground and locked it away from the rest of the world. But this was not enough; he knew that the evil being was not without allies in this world or any other, for many lusted after its power. Therefore
Pygmalion In some distant land there lived a king and his mind. In a time of steam and balloons and the defiance of Gods and Nature alike by Man, his people thrived in unbroken peace, and the king and his mind lived alone in his hall. No sentries guarded its doors, for the king felt safe in his home; no queen sat by him as he ate. Instead, the emptiness was filled with the treasures of the modern day: precious metals and glass moulded into technical tools and toys for his pleasure, and forces driven by sheer physics for that of his mind; a mechanical menagerie of metal lapdogs that barked when callePygmalion by ~Yitik
The art and technology of life Each day we awaken without a second thought. We complain of oversleeping, of under sleeping, of not sleeping right and contemplate getting just a few more minutes of rest. We go throughout our day, routines, seeing to our needs, responsibilities and wants. We think we are so aware, but are we really?The art and technology of life by =CatalystSpark
So seldom do we think of that works beneath the skin. From flesh to marrow, our body functions in ways unseen to us. Ways often forgotten until something goes wrong. As we eat our breakfast, such a simple action, the complexities of our body begin to go to work. Saliva flowing to break down our food, the muscles needed to swallow, how our esopha
in praise of scavengers Oh, those crows,in praise of scavengers by *moonflower-kimono
perceptive and wise and with a sense of time and season.
They know how emotional humans get
when Christmas comes.
What suckers they are for feeding the birds,
an act of love when they can give no love to others
The crows settle in apartment block parking lots
the way seagulls gather in shopping strips
next to fast food joints
or hover and flap in masses
on the scrapheaps of garbage scows
sent from the city
with the dregs of living
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 I am running 5k for Cancer Research UK on the 15th July 2012. This is my 4th year participating and extra important this year as it marks 10 years since my mother lost her best friend Janet to a long ongoing battle with Cancer sadly still affects for too many people, and the work Cancer Research does not only funds the science, it also supports more treatment centres, nurses and support for families. In total, I have raised just under £1500.00 in the past 3 races and would like to aim to pass this this year. Every Pound counts, even if you can just sponsor me just £2 I would appreciate it! Please visit my Race for life page: [link] Together, we CAN beat cancer! |
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#WritersInk
I am absolutely shocked. I got my first one a little over a year ago and was thinking it might have been a fluke till now. 
I am honored to be included in such a fine collection of art.
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And if your interested, I'd enjoy your input on any of my work
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