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Two New Exercises & Feature!!!

Journal Entry: Mon Sep 22, 2008, 5:14 AM




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***WE ARE EXPERIEINCING DIFFICULTIES WITH THE JOURNAL AND HAVE NOTIFIED DA OF THE SITUATION - WE HAD TO ERASE AN OLD JOURNAL TO POST THIS ONE AND IN SOME VIEWS, IT APPEARS VERY WRONG. BEAR WITH US!

:spotlight-left::deviation:Member Feature!:deviation::spotlight-right:

Special feature this week for a member who has been with us for a while and is very active in the club!
:#1:Thank you CGholy!!!:#1:
:iconcgholy:
And I'll be thinking of you I'm your friend
You're my crush
I love you
You love me too, but not in that way.
And I'll be thinking of you.

I'm so nervous when I talk to you.
I love you so much, but you know that.
You've seen me naked before and you liked it.
You're voice is so sexy.
I love it when you say my name and when you say 'I love you.'
I love it when you return my hugs and kisses.
I love it when I blow a kiss, you blow one back.
And I'll be thinking of you.

We both think we're sexy.
We're both very close.
When I ask you out, you reject me.
I was expecting the rejection for some reason.
I have to move on
And I'll be thinking of you

I'm still Our hearts
Emotionally, it can break, shatter and become nothing but tiny pieces
Technically, it supports the blood that forever flows in our veins
As it beats continually, we love, hate, laugh, cry, lie, steal, befriend and go on with our lives.
Heart disease is fatal, weather it would be in the mind, body or soul.
However a shattered heart can be healed.
Our hearts can be healed by joy and a little happiness.
From our love, what we heart and adore, and what is special to us all.
 Moonlight kiss The moonlight Chisato and Miyu stared upon was showered with diamond shaped stars. Chisato leaned happily on the brunette's shoulder stroking Miyu's red ribbon at the very same time. Miyu smiled as she looked down on the girl admiring her cuteness. She felt Chisato's reddish brown locks rub against her shoulder very lightly and delicately whilst she felt her shiver from the cold air. Miyu decided to wrap her arm calmly around Chisato.

“Are you ok Chisato?” Miyu asked, she watched Chisato look up with glowing red cheeks. “Are you ill?”
Chisato shook her head and giggled. “I’m fine Miyu,” She replied. “

:star::star:Member Announcements!!!!:star::star:

Please send us a note regarding any accomplishments, announcements or successes as a writer/author/club so that we might feature you!




Two Exercises!


:new:First Writing Challege:

Halloween is just around the corner!:pumpkin:
We challenge our members to write a poem with a Halloween theme! Can be scary or funny and in any form.:skull:

Send a note titled Halloween Exercise and with a link to your work, and we will feature it here in the journal.

This exercise runs through October 2nd!

TenshiKoneko  :icontenshikoneko:    :thumb98694819:
Neko-Priestess :iconneko-priestess: Halloween Girl Fly on the devil's wings
land on the graveyard soil
learn to walk, eat a few corpses
might as well forget your ideas
this will be a Halloween like no other
illusions are no more, know this I am real
I will slay you tonight, so look behind you
In every shadow I will be lurking, waiting
Behind you, quick, watch for me
my precious hands wrap around your throat
choke the air out of you, make you my minion
Oh, deep now love me, forever to be
Silly children, I'll poison your candy
Don't forget the razor blades in your candy apples.
Don't worry my pretty girls, I won't harm you
You'll just be part of my harem with a snap
Smell my dea


:new:Second Exercise:

For those of you adept at creating stamps!

Come up with a stamp for The Writer's Meow!:silentkitty:

Send a note titled Stamp Exercise and a link to your work, and we will feature it here in the journal and permanently on our Shoutboard!:winner:

This exercise runs through September 28th!

TenshiKoneko  :icontenshikoneko:  :thumb98733085:


Thanks to those who participated in the last exercise!


Poppy Blood Amongst the calm, standing still in a field of green
all alone, blurred out from reality
Like a razor, this blade of grass is ever so sharp
waiting to cut me to shreds,
Splatter my blood on the cold ground
Oddly ironic, something whose scent calms me
the color, which is my personal favorite, is now to slay me
Slay me as harshly as her words slayed my wounded heart
my blood so bright and red, it shattered my blissful imagined life
Now it comes again, shattering the greens sold color
sprinkling out like red poppies in a field :iconneko-priestess: Neko-Priestess :clap:

Single poppy Single Poppy

The aquamarine sky was gentle as the white clouds were almost transparent. The green grass was  gently swaying to the rhythm of the wind. A unique couple was watching the single poppy dance with the grass as it's pure red petals fell on Carol's face. If there was one word to describe this setting, it would be very peaceful.

The beautiful brunette, Carol had always liked poppies and felt she had something in common with them. Particularly this one, the only poppy in the field was stood out. Carol also used to be the one who stood out from the crowd, but not in a very good way. She was  pretty lonely since her sister died and nev :iconcgholy: CGholy :clap:

Thanks to :iconbeyond-frames: Beyond-frames for letting us use her photo. :hug:




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SUBMISSIONS


LINK TO SEPTEMBER 21 - 27- [link]
The Worm The dirt beneath your shadow
Does writhe and thrash and squirm
That angel you did worship, dear
Is now the basest worm

Movements, ugly, unrefined
Its grace appalls at best
But it still writhes within your soul
Which never shall know rest

Your decency's dead carcass
Sustains his lowly form
His once caressing spirit, love
Does now reflect the worm's

And you may seek the Holy Father
Or sacrifice His Lamb
You may purify that wretched soul
Reminiscent of the damned
You may wander, you may waiver
Across the Promised Land
But every rock that grants reprieve
Shall crumble into sand

For I am your parasite
That thing that writhes a My last Good-Bye When I think of you I see eyes of amber shining through the darkness,
illuminating the surrounding blackness .

A smile appears on my face as I can see that you are gleaming from inside.
Thy eyes sparkle and a smile brightens up the night.

"Don't cry for me, my little one! Don't cry 'cause I am not gone ...
I am still here for you ... thinking of you and watching you
Now I go on my way ... I have to leave I can't stay."

You lift your arm and wave at me ...
I wave back until you are gone ... and there is nothing more I can see.

My smile fades away and I stare into the sky ...
Whispering in the wind my last good-bye.
Between Static and Dead Air The image moved quickly back and forth between the several flat, glowing monitors. It was distressed. The entrance to its home opened and the Architect came in. The image stopped pacing and looked towards the Architect.

"Your facial expression does not ease my worries," the image said softly.

The Architect took a deep breath. "Look, we're sorry. Really. We're losing just as much as you are."

The image raised its voice at that. "How can you say that! An entire week I will lose! A week of my life!"

Reaching behind him slightly he pulled a chair towards him and sat down, facing the row of monitors the image occupied. He rubbed the metal side 1. Introduction Who are you now?
Why can’t you find yourself?
Within this complicated world
You have lost who you are.
Where did you go?
What did you do?
You are not who I used to know.
You have become someone else.
Where did all this come from?
Where did you hide it all these years?
You have become unrecognizable.
Your old self is gone.
But wait...
What is this side of you?
Why do I recognize it?
Of course you are still you.
You have just changed.
Where was this hiding?
Why did I not notice?
You are definitely you
I was just too busy to see.
What made me think different?
Why didn’t I care to see?
Everyone changes
But the

LINK TO SEPTEMBER 14 - 20 -
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SPUNKY'S CORNER


Need a Book Editor?

At the beginning of this year, I queried numerous book editors. I found two with whom I felt comfortable and eventually selected Bob Spear out of Leavenworth, KS.

Since that time he has already edited four of my books and I have been very pleased with his services and skill. And certainly no one can beat his turnaround time, because when he gets an assignment, he focuses solely on that project until it's done!

Bob has been in the industry for over twenty years and does a lot more than just editing, too:
"Sharp Spear Enterprises is a marketing and publishing support company
dedicated to providing reasonably priced, professional services
to the marketing and business communities and the writing and publishing communities."

So if you're looking for an editor or any of the above, please contact Bob:
(913) 772-8253
sharpspear@kc.rr.com
www.sharpspear.com

For daily tips, visit her blog: [link]






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Mood: Amazed ~Neko-Priestess Sep 12, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
I'm the only one so far?
= O.o =

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Guess that means you're on top of things!!

More will come - they always do.

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~Neko-Priestess Sep 14, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
I'll keep watch!
I usually don't do the writing exercises though, idk..it's hard for me to write when told.

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#TheWritersMeow Sep 15, 2008
You were on the ball this time though!

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~Neko-Priestess Sep 15, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
= ^_^ =

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