Anyone see a dense fog settle over the road below you as you drive down a mountain pass and watch the cars ahead of you just get swallowed up - gloop! - into that misty veil? Ever had your mind go wild with all the possible things that may be hidden along that foggy road? Oaks and Walnuts and Maples peeking their limbs out, like fingers pressed against a glass. It's no longer the commute to work, it's now the mythical place between your dreams, and the held breath before the cannon fire of an ancient battle ground! Right? You've all experienced that before? It's not just me?! :D
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Had a latin phrase come to me today after reading some sci-fi stuff. Next thing I knew a sonnet was forming in my mind to fit the phrase. Through struggle we reach God, through God we reach the stars.
I imagined these words as a family motto or slogan, and then followed that thread to this moment. Hope you enjoy! |
I sat down to draft my second installment to Ballads for Bullets and it just kept going! This story is a weird western fantasy from the point of view of a young man named Thomas, attempting to prove himself and begin his own journey. He signs on as a caravan guard, doing work his father taught him as a boy. Thomas is very quickly pulled in over his head and must fight to survive with the help of a pale stranger.
This is a draft and quite rough. It is a continuation of story elements, themes, and some characters from The Wounded knight (also recently updated!) and any feedback is, as always, GREATLY appreciated! Thanks and Write on! (I may have to just create a book soon and keep all this organized) |
I’ve updated the opening of The Wounded Knight to hopefully improve clarity in this short weird western. Let me know if it works better with or without the additional content. A tilde (~) separates the opening paragraphs from the original story. I’m new to short stories so there’s plenty of trial and error at the moment! 😬😅
As always, write on! |
Nice to meet you. "disABILITY WRITERS GROUP" ![]() |
Experience the story of the passengers of the spaceship Arvad as they are forced to change course and seek out a different star system for their new home, discover a terrible truth, and realize it's hidden opportunity. I tried to capture the entire emotional journey in 10 lines of poetry. "Adalia!" ![]() Hope you enjoy! |
I've added a short story to my portfolio and would love some feedback.
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Angelica Weatherby- Bday WDC 5 ![]() |
Hosted by Red Wheelbarrow Poetry Group (RWB), a contest celebrating invincibility.
#1390406 by Brian K Compton