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Writer,   We observe everything, neatly, and at precisely the right time in our world. Writing it into meaning is the side-effect of the writing process.   Faulkner said: Don't be a "writer", but instead be writing.   How much freedom does that give you?! Imagine, just...

Written by Collette Cottingham; Boot Hill   "Ring around the Rosie, pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes, we all fall down." "What are you falling down into Grace?" "I am not really sure. It is something from my childhood. A silly kid thing I...

Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Jupiter's Hive   Thomas Azure Borealis was as blue as a boy could be: blue shoes blue socks blue shorts blue hoodie even his hair was blue new last Summer girlfriend did it he sent pics of himself to his sister in up-province Ontario in real Carnie Country every Sunday...

Writer,   Get your best Carnie-kit on, and get ready to feel your oats. This is going to be an inspiration challenge mash-up!   First, pick, get chosen, or create a character. Who are you wanting to tell a story about? Or better, who...

Written by: Adrienne Yeardye   what if you were  a 2000 year old tree no such thing and me neither there would be days of sunshine days of rain in Summer all the other trees would bloom around you green glowing fireflies would light the evening  moving their stars within your reach and you would call to them the...

Writer,   April showers bring May flowers, except that we missed a lot of April, due to the creative re-org! We're strapped in now though, and it feels amazing.   This week's challenge is dedicated to all those moments driving around, walking around, running...

Written by: Collette Cottingham   Wnztar found a blue rose hanging in the mist of the frozen forest. This was a sign. A life amongst the frost and frozen ground. Wnztar loved the cold. It brought calm, stillness and quiet. You can...

Written by: Adrienne Yeardye   you know there's that part of you  that is like an old friend you know that one who knew you  in the beginning you know that one who knew if you leapt from a tree you would land already laughing you know like clockwork and tomato aspic    ...