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Drivel Fine Drivel

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By Stuart Leventhal

Drivel, nothing but drivel
Words for words sake.
The author’s a bore and a fake.
Sold his artistic soul to the devil
There’s always commercials to make.

Now all painting and sketches have been replaced by computer images.
Advertisements hang in all of our frames.
Singing and dancing’s been outlawed
Books and poems set aflame.

The only colors we’re allowed to wear
Are white, black and grey.
Humanity abused the arts they say.
And now we all must pay.

Less smiles, more frowns. 
No laughter, no more clowns.
All comedians run out of town,
on a rail…..

Photographers scorned, sculptors warned.
Quit or be thrown into jail.
Some say reality shows and phone texting
were the start of societies decay.

Radio and television’s lack of scruples,
Caused our precious arts to start to fade away.
Now if you’re caught tinkering with words that rhyme. 
Even during your own spare time.
Our courts will consider this a serious crime.
Frowned upon with a hefty fine.

Vases sit empty, no flowers.
Park statues ripped out by the root.
Workers toil in silence for hours.
What I’d give for the sound of one flute.

The right wing burned all the museums down.
The left ordered our Theaters bulldozed to the ground.
We have Church bells that ring but don’t make a sound.
When Bloggers all crowned their own babble profound.

The arts we admired, the dreams they inspired,
are now all expired.
Oh what a shame.
The arts are all dead. The arts are all gone.

While we all sit around pointing the blame.
The book stores and newspapers were the first to close.
As the amount of drivel for drivel on the internet rose.
Every drone who can moan has a cellular phone.

The super highway’s in grid lock from my ex’s text messages alone.
Universities and colleges were the next to decline
Why spend all that money? Why waste all that time
I’ll just order up me, one brain surgery degree
Down load it for free, On line!

All fun is considered evil, relaxation scorned.
A man could get stoned
for telling a knock-knock joke.
Don’t say you haven’t been warned.

Wipe that smile off your face
There’s no humming or strumming of fingers allowed in this place.
Skipping and hopping could get you banded in disgrace.
Babble nothing but babble. We’re all addicted to dabble.
even though we have nothing to say.

We click on our favorite site and type half the night
then come back to type more crap the very next day.

And all of us self proclaimed geniuses
Experts on everything from Jersey corn to unicorns to political reforms.

We got no diploma, no certificates, no licenses…But hey!
Everyone should read all the stuff we’ve been itching to say.

Drivel, nothing but drivel
Words for words sake
This poem was written by a flake and a bore
Who sold his artistic soul to the devil
Another fine, illiterate whore
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                     This season's
          Featured Literary Style
     Flash Fiction     -     under 250 words!

Little quickie fiction is big, when it comes to Creative Writing Stories Online! With the continued progression of e-technologies, blogging, My Space, Twitter, the evolution of the cell phone and its ever expanding features and by products, Blackberries and text messaging the need for quality, brief, entertaining creative writing stories online have truly emerged. A word maximum of 250 words is a hard challenge for a mystery or science fiction writer but with today’s e’culture growing in importance, society’s attention spans are getting shorter and shorter.

Googling and clicking on and off twenty or more different web sites in a few minutes being the norm, writers must entertain with just a few paragraphs, win over the e’browsers right from the start and make every word count. Long winded, self-indulgence is not tolerated. Click, the computer savvy moves on.

Read almost purely for recreation and not bound by any rules of diction, flash fiction, tiny, short, entertaining stories under 250 words are a true evolving art form and their authors, Flashers are truly, gifted, special artists.

Read on in awe as top flash fiction writers make you giggle, cry, sigh or just pause to think, using 250 words or less!  Enjoy and get ready for the coming explosion of public interest in short, shorts of all kinds. Mysteries, science fiction, westerns, this market is going to be huge. Let us know what you think of this charming style.
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Voted #1 Best Short, Short Stories

The neighborhood watch group
            By Shlomoe Michael 



“Oh, so this is where it happened.” Gabe gazed through the wrought iron bars of the gate, at the creepy looking gothic pillars standing crookedly among the over grown weeds in the court yard.

“Yes, twenty years ago today.” Gabe’s partner Harry informed. “I was a Rookie like you are now kid, walking this same beat.”

“The last great battle of the street gangs. It’s hard to believe, two gangs could fight each other and every member of both die. Not one survivor? They say it was bloody?”

“The bloodiest.” Harry stuck the long skeleton key in the lock then twisted. The old gate creaked as it swung open. They stepped onto the yard. Across the way people came out of an alcove carrying glowing candles. “Shush!” Harry held his finger across his mouth then whispered. “Since this is going to be your beat, I thought you should know…” They watched the group carry their candles to the center of the pillars. “One candle for every member of the gangs that were slaughtered here.”

“Who are they?”

“My friends, the neighborhood watch group. The one’s really responsible for cleaning up this town. After the gangs came into the square, I locked the gates so no one could get back out. The gangs rumbled and did a lot of damage to each other. Then these neighbors came in and finished the tired, wounded gang members off.” He pressed the key into the rookie’s palm. "Congratulations, new watch group leader.”

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“Why’s the door locked?”

“Beats me. Knock louder. Maybe the professor’s in his back room or the bathroom. His hearing ain’t great.”

POUND! POUND!

“I’d hate to have to wheel all this mail back to the post office.”

“Go check next door, maybe they know something.”

“But why would Proffesor Tuckerman commit suicide?” Asked the postman. “When everything’s starting to go so well for him.”

“If you’re referring to his new invention.” Informed the parking garage attendant. “They say, he wrote in his suicide note his machine never worked. It was a fake and he couldn’t bare to face everyone.”

But I saw it work, two nights ago. He extracted gold dust out of ordinary sea water.”

“If you really witnessed the gold machine work, the police are going to want to hear. Use my phone in the back.”

“Where’s the phone?”

“Sorry.” The attendant pulled a gun. “We’re the only people who know the professor’s machine actually works.”

“You killed the professor?”

“A guy can do a lot with a machine that makes gold out of water.” He aimed the gun.

“Wait!...My partner knows I’m here.”

“I’ll tell him something.”

SMASH!…”Police! Drop the gun!”

“Huh! How?…”

The postman lifted his shirt then pointed to a device on his belt. “Professor Tuckerman designed these for us back during that rash of mailman robberies. It’s a homing beeper hooked up to the police station with a transmitter. The cops heard everything we said.”

“You’re under arrest!”


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                       Golden Eggs
                     By Mike Stuart


Scott parted the weeds so Mira could see the goose frolicking in the water. “Every night.” He whispered. “The King’s guards take her out to the mote to enjoy a quick swim then it’s back down to the castle’s basement where she works laying golden eggs for the king.”

“You really believe she lays golden eggs?”

“Would all these guards be watching a regular goose?”

“And, you got a good plan this time?”

“You create a diversion to lure the guards away. While I lure the bird in the other direction using a smelly floating dead fish tied to a long string. I toss a net over her and we’re rich.”

“This don’t involve me taking my clothes off again?”

“Well, how else are we going to lead men away from their posts?”

“Oh Scott!”

One week later, Scott and Mira were locked in the top room of the north tower of the castle. Through the tiny window they heard the king’s speech. “The thieves have been caught. And, I’ve instructed our wizard to turn them both into Geese.” He pointed at two Geese swimming in the mote.

“Liar!” Mira screamed. “We’re up here! There never was a Goose that could lay golden eggs!”

“They can’t hear you Dear. But I’ve thought of a plan to get us out of here. We’ll expose the King and his Wizard for the frauds they are.”

“I hope it doesn’t involve me getting naked again.” Scott stared at her. “Oh Scott!”


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                       Family   (300 words)
                     By Ester Gale

“Bastards! The Judge promised we wouldn’t be split!” I, eleven years old, yelled.

“No couple will take all three of ya!” The hunchback, head of the orphanage shouted back.

“It’s better for ya brother if he goes wid da rich folk.” Added Milton the toothless overseer.

“No!”

“It’s a done deal!” I was dragged kicking and screaming to the attic. Through barred windows I watched the tall skinny nicely dressed man count out some paper currency into Toothless’s hand, then they loaded little Peter, age six into the fancy carriage.

“Someday we’ll be a family again!” I vowed then cried.

One month earlier, me, Peter and our sister Emily, age nine stood in the back of the courtroom holding hands as the judge sentenced our parents. “For your parts acted in the robbery and murder of a mail courier, I sentence thee both to the gallows…Any last requests?”

“Your Honer, please don’t separate my children!” Begged Mom. “Don’t send them to separate homes!” Pa begged for a glass of whiskey. The Judge informed. “I’ll grant both wishes.” But what happened?

Sis and I, too old for adoption, slaved for three years in a laundry factory washin and mendin clothes, dawn to dusk. The night Sis died of pneumonia, I broke into the file room, took the address of my brother’s stepparents then fled.

Plotting, I cased the mansion for a week. I poisoned the guard dogs, jumped the fence then broke the basement window. I climbed through. I crept up the stairs, saw the panda bear poster pinned to what had to be my little brother’s bedroom door. I reached for the doorknob.

I was in my brother’s bedroom, standing beside his bed. “Wake up little Pete! I’ve come to rescue you!”

“Who are you!?” Pete didn’t recognize me. “And who’s Pete?…Help!!!….Help!!!”


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        CREATIVE WRITING

                               By Edward (Dictionary) Itor   

Creative writing is writing that goes outside the bounds of normal professional, journalistic, academic, or technical forms of literature. Typically identified by an emphasis on inventive, narrative, craft technique, unique character development or an innovative new use of a long established literary device or through creatively manufacturing a totally new literary device. Due to the looseness of the definition, it is possible for any innovative text or cleverly composed prose or poetry to be considered creative writing. Both fictional and non-fictional works fall into the category, including any format; novels, biographies, short stories, music lyrics, and poems. Likewise, artistic pieces from every Literary genre have been categorized as creative writing; mysteries, westerns, science fiction, inspirational fiction. Audience age of the writing work is no barrier; children’s stories, teenage theme works, adult literature have all been given the honor of being tagged creative writing. Long winded epic tales as well as the newly popular flash fiction stories of under 250 words have been badged creative fiction.

In the academic world, colleges and universities usually offer creative writing courses narrowing down their definition to mean decisively fiction and poetry classes. The instruction focuses on writing a story in an original style, as opposed to imitating pre-existing genres such as armchair crime stories or gothic horror. The creative writing courses teach the story writer to have an open attitude towards breaking down the traditional boundaries between established genres and not being scared to combine two or more existing genres in the same piece.  Writing best new fiction for the TV screen and movie stage arena has become extremely lucrative. Hollywood producers are constantly seeking additional creative writers who specialize in writing the best new fiction that is both fresh and ground breaking. Screenwriting, playwriting, radio scripts are all industries always on the lookout for discovering the next big creative writing sensation. 

Creative writing can technically be considered any writing of originality whether contemporary or traditional, virtually any written literature that is expressed in a novel form that’s never been done quite the same before.

Teaching students to compose work based on the long established rules of language and literature helps develop the needed skills of their writing craft. Creative writing focuses on developing new and original means for the students to view their self-expression and then portray their unique views to the rest of the world.

Now is the best, most exciting time in the enchanting history of literature for the truly creative story writer. With the emergence of the internet, the world is truly at its most permissive and open-minded stage ever. Just about anything goes on the world wide web now a days. A creative writer can ply his/her trade without concerns of being edited, stifled, restricted or banned. There’s a place and a need for creative writing of all kinds like never before. For the first time in the glorious history of the world of writing, the creative writer has truely been untethered to explore and experiment whole heartedly. Innovativeness of the creative writer is being celebrated in the digital world. Unique minds with startling, different imaginations are in high demand, saught after by marketing corporations, the entertainment industries as well as being honored by the general public

Creative writing has grown so much in popularity that Creative Writing programs of study are now even being made available to authors, story writers, poets, song lyricists and advertising and marketing copy experts who seek to pursue their Master of Fine Arts degree in Creative Writing. There’s even a PhD. Program for die-hard creative writers.


For the amateur, part time, recreational creative writer attempting to bridge the gap between their academic studies and their artistic pursuits, there are numerous courses in fiction and poetry usually starting with short stories and simple poems. High schools and grade schools offer creative writing literature classes and numerous workshops to strengthen creative ones' writing skills and techniques. Adults can attend social, writing colonies and there are even creative writing conventions.

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    Loyalty by Rocky Springer

The Police cruiser pulled up outside the English Tudor home. BEEP! BEEP! Two cops climbed out then stood by the car waiting. A petite woman jogged out the front door carrying a small carry-all slung over her shoulder. The young officer took her bag. The older officer opened the car's back door. "Get in Mamm, hurry. We got orders to get you out of here quickly and safely." He glanced around nervously.

Traveling down highway 56, the woman was checking her makeup in her purse mirror. "So where are you taking me?"

"Some place safe."

"And, where would that be?" She patted her cheeks with a cotton puff full of powder rouge.

"We don't know that Mamm. We're only your escorts as far as the state line then we turn you over to Federal Agents."

"Oh." She twisted the bottom of her lipstick to extend the tip. She swiped the lip stick across her upper lip then held the mirror up to see how it looked. SCRREEEECHH!! In her little makeup mirror, she saw a pick up truck speed out, swerving onto the highway behind the police car. "Oh my! They got guns!"

"Guess we got company Ralph." The husky, younger police officer in the front passenger seat pulled his pistol then turned around leaning on the back of the front seat. "Lie down on the floor Miss." He pushed her down. BOOOMM! The back window exploded, raining glass all over her back. The older policeman jerked the steering wheel making the cruiser swerve to the right then left while the younger officer tried to aim. BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! He fired his pistol through the back window.

The driver slammed on the brakes. SCCREEECH!! The police car skidded to a halt. The momentum threw the young officer back banging his head against the front windshield. He dropped his pistol. The pickup truck sped past them. "Uhgg!" The young guy rubbed his head.

The driver pulled out his own pistol. "Don't move Larry."

"Huh? What's this?" He stared over at the driver. "You're with them Ralph?"

"Six hundred thousand dollars, even split three ways, goes a long way Pal."

"But what about me? We've been partners for almost eight years and you're gonna just sell me out!?"

"No Larry. They just want the girl. I won't let them do anything to you."

"Don't be stupid Ralph. I'm a witness. They're not going to just let me walk!" He glanced at the pickup truck which had stopped about twenty five yards ahead. The two men had climbed out of the truck carrying rifles. They walked slowly towards the police car.

"Drop the gun!" Shouted the woman. She had pulled her own pistol out of somewhere and was now pointing it at the back of the older cops head. They both stared at the little silver derringer. It was the type which held only two bullets. "Don't look so surprised. I've been a mobster's girl friend for over ten years. I know how to use this thing. So, lay the gun down! And get out of the car!"

The older driver lay his gun on the dash then opened the door. The two assassins stopped walking then pointed their rifles at the police car. "You!" She ordered the young cop. "Slide over behind the wheel and back this car up and get us out of here fast!"

The older officer stepped away from the car holding his hands in the air. "Look guys, I'm un-armed!" He shouted to the riflemen. "Guess they got the drop on me. I'm sorry." BOOOM! BOOOM! Larry saw his partner's body jerk like a string puppet's as the bullets slammed into him. BOOOM! BOOOM!

Larry slid across the seat. He grabbed the steering wheel with his left hand and the gear shift with his right. He shifted into drive then slammed his foot down on the gas pedal. SCREEECHH!!! The tires spun. "Duck down!" Larry ordered, scrunching down behind the steering wheel. He aimed the speeding police car at the two riflemen. BOOOM!! The front windshield exploded. Larry opened his eyes in time to see the riflemen dive to get out of the way of the police car.

He jammed on the brakes. The car skidded coming to a halt beside the pick up truck. "What are you stopping for?" The woman glanced back over her shoulder through the back window. She saw the gun men scrambling to their feet. One of them was reloading his rifle. Larry grabbed his partner's gun from the dash. The woman pushed her pistol into the back of Larry's head. "Drive us out of here!" She hissed. Larry stuck his partner's pistol out through the shattered front windshield and aimed down at the truck's front tire. BANG! BANG! He drove the car ahead to the back tire. BANG! BANG! The truck started to sink as the tires deflated. Larry stepped on the gas pedal. SCREECH!! He looked in the rearview mirror and watched the two riflemen shaking their rifles in the air and cursing as they ran to their truck.

"You got to learn to trust somebody Lady." He tossed his pistol onto the seat next to him.

"Sorry." She slowly dropped her gun hand, so the pistol wasn't pointing at his head. "But trust is what got me into this mess. Besides, didn't we both trust your partner? Look where that's gotten us."

"It's a long lonely life, if you try to go through it without trusting anybody."

"I'd rather be lonely and alive, than trusting and six feet under thank you."

"Well, you can trust me. Okay?"

"How reassuring." He reached for the radio's microphone. "What are you doing?" She pointed the gun at him.

"I'm calling the station to tell them what just happened to us."

"No you're not!" She raised the gun to the back of his head. "Hang that up now! Stupid."

"Okay, okay." He dropped the microphone. "What's the matter with you?"

"Nick Scaressie's got eyes and ears all over your police department. As soon as he hears that those two morons back there failed, he'll send more after us."

"Now that's being a little paranoid don't you think?"

"No! Now turn off at the next exit."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not staying on the same road we were just ambushed on."

"Do you even know where this road goes? Cause if we get lost..." He steered the car onto the off ramp. "I don't believe we have a map in the car."

"I want to get lost. Don't you get it. There's people trying to kill me."

"Listen Lady. My orders are to drive you to the state line and turn you over to the federal agents. And that's what I intend to do."

"I'm not meeting any federal agents now. Not after what just happened. How would I know they weren't working for Scaressie too?"

"You have no choice but to meet the federal agents. They'll put you in the Witness Protection Program. Otherwise you'll be running and hiding for the rest of your life."

"Just keep driving while I try to think."

They drove in silence for about an hour down a one lane winding country road. The sun began to set. "You married?" She asked him.

"No."

"Ever picture yourself like me on the run from the mob and the law?"

"No."

"Pull in that parking lot." She pointed to a small dark country house Inn with a small neon Vacancy sign lit up in a window. "Park around the back. So somebody driving past won't spot our car."

She laid her sweater over her arm concealing the pistol. "We're going to go rent us a room. I want you to register us as Mr. and Mrs. Smith."

"Smith, how original."

"We're newly weds if anyone asks." He laughed. She continued. "We need a room with a phone. You're going to make a phone call to Nick Scaressie. You're going to tell him that you have me and you want to make a deal with him. Only the price has gone up. Instead of six hundred thousand dollars, it's now nine hundred thousand bucks in small bills."

"Do you really think you can pull a scheme like that off?"

"I got to. It's gonna cost a lot of money to run away and start a whole new life somewhere."

He turned around in his seat to face her. "But do you really think you can pull this scheme off?"

"Not alone I can't." She gulped. "But I could with a partner." She handed him the pistol. "You said I had to start trusting somebody. Life's lonely and all that..."

He reached over the back of the seat then pulled her to him. Their mouths mashed in a long passionate kiss
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           Writers on writing 

 "I want to write books that unlock the traffic jam in everybody's head."    John Updike


 "Write to be understood, speak to be heard, read to grow..."                                Lawrence Clark Powell
 

 "The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say. But what we are unable to say."     Anais Nin


 "Why do writers write? Because it isn't there."
Thomas Berger

 "Writing is the best way to talk, without being  inturupted."   Jules Renard


"You can make anything by writing."  C.S. Lewis

"The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug." Mark Twain
 
Quote of the Day
My father must have had some elementary education, for he could read and write and keep accounts inaccurately.
George Bernard Shaw
(1856-1950)
Quote of the Day provided by The Free Library

The Critic   by Stu Leventhal

He’s the critic
Don’t show him something he’s not ready for
He’ll write a review, to criticize you
That will have the whole art world in an uproar.

But I doubt it will have much influence
On the public’s point of view.
Cause the people love their artists
Flaws and all.

We respect their selfless battles
As they try to answer their call.
Art reminds us of the significance
of all the things we take for granted big and small.

As the artist tries to breathe life into everything we consider illusion.
There’s nothing more noble than trying to make some sense,
out of life’s confusion.

The artist tries to capture the magic of a moment.
To record it so it can be experienced by as many people as possible.
He plants ideas then waters them so they take root and can grow and someday, hopefully mature.

He works to enlighten me and you.
So criticize him, what for?


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       Our reader's and writer's choice:      
This season's   #1 Lyric!   Award winner

       My ship came in!    
                      by Ira Epson


1567432899...
I’ll remember that number till the end of time
I know some of you feel playing the numbers is a sin
But I can’t remember any day finer
Than the day my ship came in.

The fortune cookie warned.
My treasure would come to me disguised.
I knew no one would believe me
Unless they saw it with their own two eyes

I took a few numbers from my Momma’s birthday
A couple digits from my home address
My gals IQ, my daughter’s curfew
Then compiled it to make this mess
1567432899 You’re all mine.
1567432899...

The gypsy said I should be happy cause
Bad luck was better than no luck at all.
The stars said I shouldn’t bet again
at least not until next fall.

But I had my lucky rabbit’s foot
And, I crossed all my fingers and eleven toes.
So when the black cat walked across my path
I simply shrugged and turned up my nose.

I walked under ladders, cause I was in deep thought.
Forgot my manners and all the lessons I’d been taught.
Pushed my way through the saloon, swinging doors
waving the ticket I’d just bought.
1567432899, Bartender I’ll have a bottle of your finest wine.
A round of cheer for my friends over here.
Then fill up the mugs of those couple of thugs.
And of course, here’s to your health.
My ship’s come in and I’m spreading the wealth.

1567432899...
I’ll remember that number till the end of time
I know some of you feel betting the numbers means I’m a fool.
But I can’t remember any day finer
Than the day I won the neighborhood pool.
1567432899...


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                    2nd Place Lyric!

 Don't call me, I'll call you
by  Shana Lee

He showed up wearing a new suit
Flowers in his hand.
The night I planned to tell him,
I was in love with another man.

Just give um the boot!
Everyone advised.
Just give um the boot!
Don’t perpetuate the lies.
Just give um the boot!
And get out of there before he cries.
Just give um the boot! The boot! The boot!
The boot! The boot! The boot! The boot!

There’s no easy way to let somebody you care for down.
It’s hard to watch someone in pain
knowing you’re the reason their hearts rolling on the ground.


Feelings are going to hurt and that’s never fun.
But when the time has come, don’t walk away, Baby run!
And…Give um the boot.


Ka-ching, Cut the chain!
Don’t waste no time trying to explain.
Just give um the boot! The boot! The boot! The boot!
My mistake was giving a damn.
Just give um the boot! 
When love don’t turn out like you plan.
Give um the boot!
And start looking for another man.

Keep in mind girl, you don’t owe nobody nothing.
And Baby placing the blame, never does anyone any good.
And never ever question, if you did all that you could or should.

Just give um the boot! Tu-ta-loo
Believe me, they’ll be fine.
Just give um the boot!
They’ll be climbing back up on that horse
In no time.
Just give um the boot!
And fella, don’t let the door hit you in your behind.

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        Crack!    by    Abraham Newton

I swore that I quit Crack
for the umpteenth time
But here I am,
right back smoking that trash
and going out of my mind

I'm shy then I'm bold
I'm hot then I'm cold
So much pleasure to be around
At least that's what I've been told

Laughing then crying
Then shaking like I'm dying.
Clothes smelling extra foul.
Sweat pouring off my brow.
I'd really like to stop
but I don't know how.

Scratching and itching
Coughing and twitching's no fun.
Friends, I don't know where they all went.
I used to have plenty but now I have none.

Crack!
They used to say I was on the fast track.
Till I met you.
Crack!
I want my old life back.
But I don't know what to do.

Crack!
I really thought I could handle you.
But, I was a dunce.
Crack!
I'll only take a puff or two.
Ju...Ju...Just this once.

Crack!
Now I'm an insomniac.
Crack!
A hypochondriac.
Crack!
Give me my old life back.
Give it back. Give it back.
K..K...Crack!.....

         

  LOVE by Gerri Gale

Who has the audacity to speak of love as they load bullets into a gun?
Love! As they light the fuse!

Love! That's why they're on the run.
Blaming Love, for why they're all confused.

Hate! now that conversation will have to wait.
Love! maybe it's not too late?
Hate! when you believe in fate.
Love! too tough to contemplate.

Hate! The opposite of love.
Hate!

Passion, ah when it's in fashion.
The cousin of Love.
Passion! A release for hate!

When, did love become the battle cry of armies?
When did it become so easy to say,
I'm ready and willing to lay my life down and die for love!
Why not live for love?
Why not sacrifice your life to, Live for love!

To Live for love!

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              Writing A Story, Writing Fiction, Creative Writing Ideas
                                            by Edward (Dictionary) Itor 

Sure, recently the internet has allowed a lot of self-proclaimed, creative writing experts to dominate the field of online literature. And yes, a lot of the esteemed professional creative writers have given up trying to fight the growing trend to publish any blah, blah, quickly typed, unpolished, rushed prose as long as it contains the words their client wishes to rank high for with the search engines. Plagiarism issues have been raised concerning the unchecked use of new writing technologies and software that takes a well humanly written article or short story then spins 50 to 100 versions (usually of poor grammatical quality and terrible flow of thought) by rearranging the original author’s words and sentences adding a few generic passages packed with a webmaster’s keywords. Still, even with all the advancements, nothing in this world satisfies, like reading a few perfectly put together sentences constructed by a real, creative, story writer who's not afraid to bare his/her soul. Advanced language separates the human race from all other species of the world. That is why none of the other arts compare when measuring the impact and awe man feels when encountering a new, well-crafted piece of creative writing. For man knows, in writing lies man’s legacy.

Everyone has stories, be it about high school, first love, a triumph at sports or a personal self- realization moment. To create true art of any kind, you have to expose your guts. A want-a-be story writer needs encouragement. Sometimes we're shy or ashamed to share our story or worried how we'll be perceived after we bare our souls. As a new story writer, one needs to except, deep down that you will be taking a risk every time you press your pen to paper. Stop trying to figure out ways to hold back when writing a story. Don’t disguise the true meaning behind your creative writing. Let your emotions fly! Get prepared to lay yourself naked before your public. Your first book or short story contract is floating just underneath the surface of the lake, waiting for you to lean over the side of the boat to fish it out. Story writer, poet, lyricist; Just don’t lean too far.

“Write what you like to read.” Advises Fran Rice, an Anewtale.com Editor, Poet and Creative Writing Author. “If you like reading mysteries, you’ll like writing a story involving mystery much more than a historic love story. Likewise, if you dig reading romantic, short stories, why choose a fiction tale about mountain climbing as your first subject matter? Unless, it’s about a mountain climber falling hopelessly in and out of love with a woman who’s afraid of heights.”

The best writing comes from your own experiences, yearnings and emotions. But, you say, some of us are private individuals, what then? Your readers will see through anything less than giving them everything; blood, sweat and tears. They sense immediately, when you try to pawn off contrived emotions. But luckily, story writer, there are ways to open up and pour everything into your art while still keeping one's dignity and holding on to a secret moment or two to treasure for yourself. Write fiction!

Change the setting to three hundred years in the future and write a sci-fi. Keep your readers guessing which character is the real you. The best advice for new and experienced writers is still and always will be, write about what you know. If you're like me, a very private person then maybe fiction is the way to go. This way you can pour all of your emotions into your tale without admitting to the world you had a crush on the girl who sat in front of you in tenth grade history class.


In other art forms, such as clarinet playing, there are ways to open up and pour everything into your music while still keeping one's dignity and sense of privacy. But your true fans can see the anguish in your face as you blow out the strained and contorted high notes that are your trademark. This is what keeps them coming back to hear more. And they trust you, any night of the week, not to disappoint them. Writing a story or especially when writing fiction, the story writer gets to let all his/her frustrations out. But, you can’t really hide all your demented pathologies behind the cloak that it’s all just a made up story, a fantasy and your imagination ran away with itself. If you did a good job, you left a piece of your soul on that page! Non-fiction creative writing is even harder to draw blood with your prose and still stay objective. To become a really great story writer, like any artist one has to get used to and come to terms with wearing one’s heart out on one’s sleeve. It is part of the price we scribes pay to enjoy our craft.


The most important rule of literature is that there is no rules of literature, just guide lines. All the so called rules of writing fiction and nonfiction are constantly being revised and updated. A lot of the rules of literature and creative writing were developed by publishers, bookstores and libraries to be able to categorize writing works because they need to have some kind of order and structure to be able to smoothly run their businesses and keep track of trends. Writings that are similar need to be grouped together for practicality purposes. For teaching, education and analyzing purposes the groupings must be well defined. But then, we create the debates on who’s definitions do we use to define the groupings and the members of each group. When a new novel comes out, who decides whether it is a romance, a sci-fi, or a mystery? Certainly there are plenty of books and short stories that have elements of all three genres. The boundaries of genre are meant to be crossed. Thus, the definitions of creative writing are meant to be stretched and molded to the story writer’s means. The rules can be overlooked and when necessary, totally ignored. Write your stories, using whatever methods, creative writing style or means that work. Concentrate on communicating your message to your reader, clearly and concisely. Leave the problem of categorizing your creative writing topics and creative writing ideas to the rest of us.


                                 So, how do I start my short story, book or creative writing project?


Authors start their stories in numerous ways. Some, simply jump right in the pool and start writing whatever is on their mind at the time.  They know they are going to edit and revise it all later, so why procrastinate. Other authors pride themselves on painstakingly crafting the perfect first sentence of their creative writing project. They strive to build a sentence that’s strong enough it will carry them and their readers through the next few opening paragraphs and maybe even the whole first chapter. To get an idea at how diverse, the beginnings of books are, just go to any shelf in a bookstore and read the first few lines of book after book on a single shelf, in any category. You’ll probably find no two starts alike. Most authors pride themselves on coming up with genius, cute little ways to jump start their short stories and novels. “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” The English novelist, Charles Dickens’s (1812-1870) opening to “A Tale of Two Cities.” is arguably the most famous and most quoted opening line in literary history. Yet, almost every teacher of writing will advise you not to open your story by using author narrative. It’s boring they say and self-indulgent! I tend to agree most of the time. My favorite way to start any short story or novel has always been, right in the heat of action. Let’s engage our  reader right from the very first words and get his heart pumping right out of the gate. But, if you think you have an author’s narrative voice that can rival the great Charles Dickens, go for it! Go for it! Go for it!

Dialog is an easy and great way to jump right into a new tale. I don't recommend a long winded drawn out conversation where you don't identify the people talking except through the words they exchange with one another. But I certainly don't have the audacity to say it can't be done. The only rule usually applied to the start of a story is to make sure you catch the reader's attention and make them yearn for more. Strong dialog definitely has that power.

Granted, you need to come up with something that sets your short story apart from all the other short stories piling up in a magazine publisher or fiction editor’s in-bin. They receive so many short stories you have to write something that’s going to make their eyes open wide with marvel, their mouths drop open in surprise, their breathing stop for a second or better yet, a tear flow uncontrollably out of the corner of their pompous eye.

The first thing that may pop into your mind is shock literature. Give them something, so way out there that they can’t ignore it or forget your pen name. While this may get their attention and get you noticed, you’ll quickly be forgotten unless you can follow up with your audience and deliver some real quality content too. Surprise us, Story Writer, by all means but don’t just shock us for shocks sake.

There’s a whole school of writers who believe you should never start a new writing project by trying to write the beginning or opening of your story first. They know from experience that by the time you finish writing a three hundred page novel or even a twenty five page short story, things will have changed in your new tale to render those first few pages obsolete. Due to the importance of the opening words of a story, an experienced story writer plans to write the first few pages or at least the first few paragraphs last, after the whole work is finished. This type of story writer starts his/her creative writing projects by making an outline of the whole story. They claim an outline helps keep their creative writing topics and ideas organized and focused.

I, myself, like to free form (creative writing at its purest) Just write! And, I’ll usually start any new piece in 5,6 or even 8 or 9 different ways, all at the same time. I use as many different styles and start by just writing whatever comes to mind until I run out of steam. The, I lay that notebook down, pick up a new notebook and free form in a whole different manner, using completely different styles or techniques. Once I have some volume created, I’ll take all the different versions and try to put the best of each start together. Sometimes, I have to change the tense or just add a few words or sentences to join two starting pieces. Sometimes, I find, to my delight that I’ve created parts that can be utilized in the middle and endings of my story too. And, of course, some of these early free form, writings will be so out there, they won’t fit with any of the other stuff. That’s okay. I won’t throw out any of them! Maybe when I get time, I’ll use one or two to start a whole new tale.

EDITOR’S NOTE:
Ah...at long last! Welcome fellow starving artists. When we wretched authors first decide to put pen to paper, we revolutionaries wish to startle the world with our wit. Full of vim and vigor, we aim to chastise the world’s leaders and reduce the wealthy and affluent to guilt ridden wretches, who will voluntarily donate all their ill-gotten riches to charity then dedicate the rest of their lives, repenting at a secluded monastery. We've all been to the libraries filled with rooms and shelves stuffed with books that no one person could ever possibly hope to read even a fraction of. We glance at the names and forgotten titles of the creative writers who came before us and their books no one remembers. We see the library card that tells us, this hard back hasn't been signed out in 18 years. Yet we still have the audacity to feel we have something to add to this mountain of neglected reading, something to say that's not been said yet. It all starts as fun, doesn’t it? That first poem, short story, song lyric we shyly show our parents, best friends or lover. "What do you think?" We ask nonchalantly, hoping they don't see our heart is out on our sleeve. "I love it." Is the universal reply. They always want to encourage us, no matter how bad the piece is. We see that look they give us that no one can disguise. They're seeing us through different eyes. They're realizing there's more to us, quite possibly parts of us they'll never get to know. It's a flash of envy and worry and awe. Writing is all of these things.


There are no guarantees. We dream of someday being a famous, rich story writer and then we'll sell the movie rights and be even richer! As we write, we realize what we're giving up, for this creative writing craft that has addicted us. We no longer write for the pay check. We don't write for the praise or title; story writer, author, poet, lyricist, that people have given to us. Critics are ignored. We write, picturing readers reading our words. Sometimes we picture a teenage boy reading one of our short stories or novels and we want to make him believe and approve and be satisfied when he lays our book aside. Other times we'll picture an older retired man reading night after night, our novel at his bedside. We strive to please all of them even the young woman who may stumble upon our creative writing twenty five years after we're dead, forty years after we wrote it. Logic tells us we can't please them all. Still we must try. Win or lose, we are a story writer and we must go on writing. The criticism hurts. The rejections hurt. I wouldn't wish this affliction on my worst enemy. Unfortunately, it's an infliction I share with most of my friends and almost all of the people I admire. Welcome, Story Writer, Good luck and keep writing, for there is no, more noble of a profession.
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