Challenging Gods in all their glory
Remember poor Arachne’s story
compelled to weave eternally
threads on the loom of humanity
as a consequence of her vanity
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Weekend writing #60 #Weave
Filed under Factual, History, Inspired by fable, Old knowledge, Self compositions
Another submission call from the pages of ShortStops
The Aleph Writing Prize
THE ALEPH WRITING PRIZE 2018
About The Aleph Writing Prize
The Aleph Writing Prize is an annual writing competition. The prize awards a limited publication to the best piece of writing. There are no barriers to this competition, anybody of any age can enter regardless if they are published or unpublished.
The winning piece will be published in a limited number of handmade booklets and all copies/proceeds will go to the winner.
The competition is free to enter.
The judges will be looking for innovative and creative writing that explores and expand the possibilities of the book. We encourage submissions from all literary genres, and there are no restrictions on theme or subject matter.
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SUBMISSION DEADLINE:
– The prize opens to submissions on 1 July 2018.
– Submissions will close on 1 September 2018. No entries will be considered if submitted after 1 September 2018 (12 noon GMT).
WINNERS ANNOUNCED:
1st November 2018
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Terms and Conditions
Please read these eligibility and entry rules carefully before beginning the online entry process. Submission of an entry is taken as acceptance of the entry rules. For any queries not covered below, please email thealephstore@gmail.com
1) The competition is open to unpublished and published writers residing anywhere.
2) Only submissions receivedby 12 noon September 1st (GMT)
will be considered.
3) The entry must be the entrant’s own original creation and must not infringe upon the right or copyright of any person or entity.
4) There is no minimum word count, but the maximum word count is 10,000.
5) Writers may submit one piece of work each. Illustrations accepted.
6) The story must be written in English (Translations accepted).
7) Submissions must be made by the author of the short story.
8) There are no age restrictions.
9) When submitting, please include a short covering letter including your contact details, your name and the title of your story.
10) The first page should include the title of the story and the number of words.
11) All submissions should include page numbers.
12) Entries will accepted via email thealpehstore@gmail.com . Please put SUBMISSION in the subject. Submissions must be in one of the following formats: .pdf.
13) Unsuccessful entrants will not be contacted.
14) No editorial feedback will be provided.
15) Only submissions which meet all Terms and Conditions will be considered.
More details here: http://thealeph.limitedrun.com/
Filed under Events and diary dates, Re-blogged, Submission calls
MlMM’s #First Line Friday 22 June
The strangers with her on the rooftop paused in unison. They seemed confused, unsure what to do next. They had got her this far and so far no hint of what their intentions for her were.
Her mind raced. Looking about her wildly she couldn’t, in fact refused to believe that twenty minutes ago she had been walking through the cobbled streets of the finely preserved National Trust show village.
There had been no sign that there was some form of medieval pageant but she had found herself grabbed bu a pair of swarthy, dark-skinned men in what looked like authentic peasant’s smocks. If the dirt was anything to go by.
Despite her protests the two men had grabbed her and speaking in a strange accent, at least it sounded like an accent but the words weren’t even recognisable, had put a rope round her waist and started to lead her towards the public house she had just passed, “The vine.”
It had seemed empty before but now she found it to be full of the costumed townsfolk. Baleful eyes were cast in her direction as she was roughly dragged through the door.
Still unable to make her captors understand what she was saying and in total confusion, tears started to form; they pulled her through an archway at the side of the old wooden bar. Despite her situation she found herself marvelling at the authenticity of the bar. It really was like stepping back in time as she noted the two large oak barrels standing on the dark brown, knotted, roughly sawn plank that doubled as a bar counter. Behind which there were a range of earthenware pots with unknown contents. There wasn’t even a price list. Then they started to ascend a granite staircase between two rough whitewashed walls.
The people had formed a procession behind them, there were giggles and shrieks of laughter but it was more at her than with her and there was no humour in their loud clamour. From the dark staircase they burst out into the light and she saw that they were on a wooden balcony that overlooked the street at least two storeys below. A rough shaped beam was crudely attached to the handrail and looking up she saw the rope that hung from it over the edge. It was knotted at the bottom with a noose.
Only then did she start to scream.
Filed under Alternative history, Flash fiction, Self compositions
G haiku
With a lazy twitch
thin lace gently taps the glass
cooling Summer breeze
Filed under Haiku, Seasons, Temperatures rising
COLLEEN’S WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 89, “DRY & WET,” #SYNONYMSONLY
bathed in despair,
our hopes and wishes arid,
whilst traversing
the desert of ignorance
in the search for forgiveness
Filed under faith, Self compositions, Tanka
Twittering Tales #89 – 19 June 2018
You’ve been doing it again haven’t you?
Who me, I don’t know what you mean.
Breaking into those eggs, don’t deny it, your whiskers are all yellow and sticky, yeuk!
Well, you have to get in when they’re still fresh or they’re all chewy. 236 characters
Filed under Flash fiction, nature inspired, Whimsical
Lessons in Small-Garden Design From 11 English Entryways
I cannot fail to be impressed by these imaginative uses for small spaces, poetry in planting.
Filed under Factual, nature inspired, Photographic, Re-blogged
Ronovan writes #weekly poetry challenge #206 #Haiku
Nose twitching in bliss
watch the butcher slicing brawn
a treat for teatime
Filed under Factual, Haiku, Self compositions
Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto #tanka Sky swimming
Swollen scarlet shoals
swim in the pale blue waters
framed for an instant
the golden halo stretches
out it’s hands to cradle them
Filed under Otherworldly, Self compositions, Tanka
