tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post5091458458513502825..comments2024-03-28T03:11:21.031-07:00Comments on Where the Wild Things Were: First of the Month Fiction - SeptemberLydia C. Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13911667428856165902noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-76023951890359170692016-09-07T13:16:17.637-07:002016-09-07T13:16:17.637-07:00That's so great - it's vivid. I see the gi...That's so great - it's vivid. I see the girl like Lola in Run, Lola RunLydia C. Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13911667428856165902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-75913846064984517732016-09-07T13:15:09.451-07:002016-09-07T13:15:09.451-07:00That's lovely! I'm terrible at the happy o...That's lovely! I'm terrible at the happy ones.Lydia C. Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13911667428856165902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-75100313296186689632016-09-01T00:52:51.468-07:002016-09-01T00:52:51.468-07:00Ah what a lovely idea!
The night became still. Sh...Ah what a lovely idea!<br /><br />The night became still. She could only hear her heart and began to panic. What if he was the one? Meagan - www.themumproject.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06217061365820873416noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-37272388072706032152016-08-29T19:55:34.773-07:002016-08-29T19:55:34.773-07:00Jordan glanced from his phone to the bustling stre...Jordan glanced from his phone to the bustling street outside. She was fifteen minutes late. <br />As another siren wailed closer, that's when he saw her, running, desperation in her stride.<br /><br />Izzy's home from school keeping check on my word count! ;)<br />One Mother Henhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12928028285580684170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-26519200259662081832016-08-27T15:50:14.150-07:002016-08-27T15:50:14.150-07:00To clarify, I don't mean your intent as the au...To clarify, I don't mean your intent as the author, I meant as the reader I can make it be both, and I don't know which I prefer...<br />Lydia C. Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13911667428856165902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-6197556554176697892016-08-27T14:59:45.096-07:002016-08-27T14:59:45.096-07:00oh no!! oh no!! Lydia C. Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13911667428856165902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-46490630045235866222016-08-27T14:58:45.047-07:002016-08-27T14:58:45.047-07:00oooooh! oooooh! Lydia C. Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13911667428856165902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-82684518694754929402016-08-27T14:57:55.483-07:002016-08-27T14:57:55.483-07:00heh heh...heh heh...Lydia C. Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13911667428856165902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-28558071604993042612016-08-27T14:57:34.698-07:002016-08-27T14:57:34.698-07:00I'm not sure if this is sad or funny...I can r...I'm not sure if this is sad or funny...I can read it both ways - nice.Lydia C. Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13911667428856165902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-42430607896053064462016-08-26T17:25:34.288-07:002016-08-26T17:25:34.288-07:00Argh! Lucky I checked because I left a comment but...Argh! Lucky I checked because I left a comment but I didn't post! You certainly have a way with your 30 words, the only thing is, they always leave me wanting another 30... And another 30... And another 30. You get the idea!Sammie @ The Annoyed Thyroidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10326825231887812726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-81097611896685711122016-08-26T01:44:51.714-07:002016-08-26T01:44:51.714-07:00Ah, love this. If I could count the number of time...Ah, love this. If I could count the number of times I asked, "If only…"Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03191888392393911765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-28968662930853147372016-08-25T14:30:41.736-07:002016-08-25T14:30:41.736-07:00She eased the car to a halt and sat staring at the...She eased the car to a halt and sat staring at the house she grew up in. The bedroom window was open. Would anyone notice if she crawled in?Leanne @ Deep Fried Fruithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00886017636780724635noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-63855688770238347872016-08-25T03:57:51.330-07:002016-08-25T03:57:51.330-07:00Graeme and Natalie were friends. Really, really go...Graeme and Natalie were friends. Really, really good friends.<br />This made the next phase of the plan difficult for Natalie. They’d talked about it of course but it always seemed like a hypothetical, something they could joke about (and they did).<br />What would her friends think? Did it matter? This was about her happiness but how would Graeme react in the cold light of day?<br />Something to sleep on perhaps but stars were aligned to make it happen tomorrow.<br />So she called Graeme.<br />“We have to do it tomorrow” said Natalie<br />“How do I….” Graeme trailed off.<br />“Your hand, my turkey baster, friend”<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16534296921177274379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-19126687646580938662016-08-24T13:13:48.684-07:002016-08-24T13:13:48.684-07:00I've been missing whole days lately, so I had ...I've been missing whole days lately, so I had to check and double check the date when I saw September mentioned. Mystery Casehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15204666798327984964noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-17113863951954295442016-08-23T05:19:34.459-07:002016-08-23T05:19:34.459-07:00So simple, yet so powerful. So simple, yet so powerful. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09651116248452404269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-56315448804108065032016-08-23T00:12:14.655-07:002016-08-23T00:12:14.655-07:00Ah the irony! Nice work! Ah the irony! Nice work! Nesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06860187504607445377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-14736970240394624402016-08-23T00:08:57.334-07:002016-08-23T00:08:57.334-07:00Nice and concise! I have trouble being succinct an...Nice and concise! I have trouble being succinct and wrapping it up in a hundred words. I need practice. In the meantime here is an opening paragraph:<br /><br />The beach looked eerie and desolate under the foreboding clouds. I walked along the sand, a lonely figure. We were on holidays. Mum, my sister Eva and myself. It was just the three of us since Dad had passed away. He'd always loved the beach. I shared this love. I couldn't shake the bizarre feeling that something was about to happen. The waves that had seemed playful earlier, snapped at my ankles as if snarling a warning. I looked back at the vast, empty shore. No one. The sinister feeling gripped me again. Was there some one was watching me?Nesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06860187504607445377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-7579218291215503992016-08-22T14:32:06.295-07:002016-08-22T14:32:06.295-07:00She tuned up the music and indicated right. It was...She tuned up the music and indicated right. It was all clear, or so she thought. "If I could turn back time,..." She sang along with Cher, not noticing the revving ute....Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18418589134744904779noreply@blogger.com