In honor of chronic pain awareness month I am holding a month long short story contest. It is open this whole month. Short stories must be on the topic of chronic pain, can’t exceeded 5,000 words, and must be age appropriate. The winner will be announced on the 10th of next month. To enter send me your short story through messenger on my page Morgan S. Ray. Include word count, story name, author, and any links you would like to be featured on the blog with your story(author page, blog, etc…). There is no cash prize because this is an awareness project, but your story with any links you want will be permanently featured on the blog.
Since we are only a couple weeks away from NaNoWriMo, I thought this would be a great topic to discuss. If you don’t know what NaNoWriMo is? You aren’t a real writer. Kidding! Calm down 😛 .
November is National Novel Writing Month and it’s a fun challenge to see if we have what it takes to write a novel (50,000 words) in one month. Though the challenge is geared toward newer writers, I can attest that writers of all levels join in and it is my favorite time of year. Even though I have written millions of words and five books, I love being part of the challenge because of the creative energy new people bring to the table.
Countless folks will join the challenge just to try and see if they have what it takes to seriously pursue the dream of going pro. Fifty thousand words isn’t…
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Today was my twenty-second birthday. It was also our wedding day. Marvin was fabulous as usual. He became proficient at sign language, just for me, even though he knows I can speak. He remained the only one who knew for eight whole years until today.
My first words out loud to anyone but him were, “I do.”
Mom and Dad think Marvin is responsible for a miracle. Only my husband (my husband! It’s going to take a while to get used to it!) knows my secret. He vowed today, privately during our first dance, to keep it to the grave, along with his everlasting love for me.
Our challenge at Story A Day September was to write in the first person.
Image via Flickr Creative Commons, courtesy of Mike Licht
Ah the blog. Some of you might perk up at the word. Others? Blog sounds like some radioactive creature that hatched from a meteor and is only there to feed. Feed on your energy, your hopes and your dreams.
Many writers start the blog with high hopes, then a few months in? You can’t bear to go to your computer because the screen is a reminder of that shiny blog you started…then abandoned to the spam bots.
A blog done properly is one of the most powerful tools in our social media arsenal.
Twitter could flitter and Facebook could face plant, but the blog will remain. In fact, blogs have been going strong since the 90s and have taken over much of what used to be the sole territory of traditional media outlets. Additionally, blogging is the only form of social…
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Today’s post once again is by my Writer-in-Residence Alex Limberg. After 10 posts, I’m slowly running out of witty introductions for him. But hey, if you haven’t checked out his free ebook yet, definitely go ahead and do it now. It will equip you with ‘44 test questions’ to examine your story and make it all-around tight and intriguing. This time, Alex shows us how to describe senses, so your reader feels like he is in the middle of your story. Go, Alex!
Do you know 5D-cinemas?
I mean these movie theatres that make your chair bump harshly, whip your ankles, and when somebody on the screen sneezes, it sprinkles your face… Yeah, they are basically legal torture chambers people pay entry for.
Why are they such a fun experience for many?
It’s because these theatres feel more real than your ordinary cinema. And…
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The photo prompt is provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode. thank you. my entry :
“Are you sure this is the right train, Stewart?” Alfred asked, jumping into the wagon.
“Yes, it’s the 75029 as you said.”
“The blame will be all on you if we don’t fill those bags with grains” the old mouse said.
“ Grandpa trust me, just this once.”
The doors closed, the train started to move. the two mice started to search for the crops in the dark.
“Excuse me, are you looking for something?” a gruff voice made them tremble.
Alfred snatched Stewart from his hand and whisper “it’s should be empty. Write the train number in my hand. I should’ve known, you’re not good with numbers.”
“STEWART I told you to look for 75029 not 75026. Now thanks to you dump, we are heading in the opposite direction.” Alfred shouted.
“Sorry, but who spoke grandpa?” Stewart asked.
“I’m Felix the lion, you are in a circus train. And you?” The voice replied.
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“Get behind this wall, nobody will think that two slaves can hide here.” Atilius said.
“Are you sure it will be safe? the guards are not allowed in this temple, right?” Marcus asked looking around.
“I don’t know, but we need to find a way out soon.” Atilius stopped scrutinizing the wall and continued “do you here that?”
“What? “Marcus shook his head.
Marcus leaned against the wall and slipped to the floor, tears in his eyes. “No I can’t do this anymore Atilius. Why? Just because we refused to follow order and kill.”
Atilius went down and caught him by the shoulder. “Marcus, get hold of yourself.” Marcus stared at him “What Marcus? Why are you looking at me like this?”
“No you can’t be thinking…” Atilius turned the other way but Marcus held his head.
“You do know what kind of torture is waiting for us.” Marcus said, Atilius changed of colour and his eyes became wider and asked “But how?”
“Let’s jump here.” Marcus pointed to a well.
“But this is small it will only get us injured.”
Marcus noticed Atilius waist belt then proceed “We can…. Hmm… we can use these.” Pointing to the daggers. They stood silent for a while and Marcus continued, “Here in the neck, we stab each other. It will be painless and immediate.”
“Fine.” Atilius took a deep breath.
“Lets’ do it.” Marcus said.
They hugged each other for the last time.
The guards finally found them, they were already dead. Their master was angry, he wanted to make them an example to other slaves.
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