This is a great story, but I would not want to have a relationship with so few words. Yes, it's fun to be with someone who can communicate by facial expressions and gestures. But words are important too.
I'm not surprised that you won 2nd place in the contest.
I love reading about how WDC has positively influenced the lives of members. I also enjoy reading contest entries, showing the rules and how the writer followed them.
My mom was the first person I knew who followed prompts. She wrote poems for people for birthdays, anniversaries, graduations, baby showers, etc, using the ideas and words that she was asked to use. It was a good example for me.
You did a wonderful job reminding us of the many things that scream autumn. Leaves changing colors, apple cider, caramel apples, pumpkins, they all remind us that autumn has arrived and winter is right behind.
I am so glad that as I read this it was 85 degrees outside and definitely not autumn.
Awesome. Nursery rhymes are such that they can provide a vehicle for other rhymes and humor. I loved these. As children, of course, we never thought that having a little lamb meant eating it.
Now you have made me think about how one could change all of the other nursery rhymes.
That's a great story about April Fool's Day, including the part about your doggy. You told the story well in so few words.
But I can honestly say that I can't relate to this. In my 72 years, I have not known anyone who has ever played an April Fool's joke on me or anyone even in my vicinity.
It's so strange that others seem to be bombarded with these jokes. Or at least it appears so from the tales that they tell.
Since you have chosen to share this publicly, and since you will have a wide audience, it might make sense to put apostrophes in your contractions and to put spaces between paragraphs. It just would make it easier to read.
You haven't asked for advise, but it does appear that you probably need to be honest with this fellow. You might have already realized the truth about his feelings.
That's hilarious. It reminds me of the time when my uncle was laid off and volunteered to paint our kitchen. My mom told him that she wanted it pastel yellow. He painted it bright school bus yellow. And he used oil paint. We were stuck with it.
But unlike this story. No one in our family came to love the color.
Fascinating story. Fascinating way to meet and engage (ha ha) with the person that one will eventually marry.
I tend to agree with the character. There are very few alcoholic drinks that I find to my liking. I have found 2. One is a fuzzy navel. The other is a tootsie roll, which I haven't found a bartender who can make it since about 1980.
Those are beautiful words honoring the lost crew members of Apollo I, Challenger and Columbia. I never thought about the fact that they all happened between January 27 and February 3.
My son's dad has worked for NASA back when they were using monkeys in testing what speeds would do to humans. His mom had been a teacher, so he was excited about Christa McAuliffe was part of the Challenger crew. I don't think that he watched another launch after that one.
I can see why this won an awardicon. It's very well done. I'm not sure that I would want to be living where wolves go nearby.
One interesting thing about stumbling upon writings from over a decade ago is that the images or links are often out of date. It makes one wonder what we missed by being late to the party.
You would be surprised at how people do respond to real stories about our own lives. Since you have already experienced that drama, you might be able to write about it better than starting off trying to write fiction.
The point is, though, if you are feeling called to write, you need to write. Practice makes perfect, remember?
I look forward to seeing what you decide to share.
I enjoyed reading your poem aloud. (That's the only way to read poetry!) Sure there were a few lines longer than others and some that could probably use some tweaking so that the rhythm was a bit better. But it's your work of heart (or work of heat?) and doing that would be entirely up to you. I've noticed recently that even when one finds a glaring spelling or grammar error in someone's writing, if it's a few years old they don't even care to go back and make corrections. (Sorry about the mini-vent.)
I love your title. And your description fits. And your story is quite humorous. It's already been published elsewhere so I didn't expect to find any errors and I didn't.
I'm glad that you have a local outlet for your humor and that you are brave enough to participate in open mic nights. Poetry reading open mic venues usually have a very different kind of crowd than one finds at comedy clubs.
I know that you wrote a fictional tale, but was it necessary to write this:
And armed white supremacist militias were patrolling the neighborhood, often beating up minorities and other people they deemed suspicious while the police looked the other way, as they were just overwhelmed.
Here's a suggestion:
Armed militias patrolled the neighborhood, while the police looked the other way. They were overwhelmed.
These are just suggestions, mind you, but I think that they would benefit your piece.
I love how you explore the different kinds of poetry and provide a complete explanation about what it is supposed to be.
I always read poetry aloud and I had to giggle about the difference in the way I talk compared to others. Even though I have lived in many states, now that I'm an old lady, I'm slipping into Pittsburghese. For instance, as I was reading I did not say that the word hour had two syllables.
If I force myself, I can look at the words differently, and then the syllables match the intended format.
What an adventure the writer experienced. I've driven through many states, probably at least 30. but it was never on a trip actually designed to drink in the surroundings.
Those few words truly saddened me. It's not that they aren't true. That's the sad part.
I'm a baby boomer, and I was taught to celebrate the successes of others. My friends were taught the same. I certainly taught my son to be the same way.
Somewhere along the line, people have decided to be envious and even angry if others do better than they do. But as your few words imply, those folks are not putting forth the effort required. Losers, as you called them.
Thanks for sharing.
Blessings,
Kenzie
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