tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post8670062373889840235..comments2024-03-28T14:32:27.694-07:00Comments on Where the Wild Things Were: First of the Month Fiction - March Lydia C. Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13911667428856165902noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-68142097487227560352015-02-23T21:30:15.508-08:002015-02-23T21:30:15.508-08:00Ha ha, so true. We often know what each other is t...Ha ha, so true. We often know what each other is thinking but know we won't say it out of kindness. #TeamIBOT Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15866202091038786988noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-45011205874435386272015-02-23T20:15:27.003-08:002015-02-23T20:15:27.003-08:00Fantastic!! There's a writing comp at the mome...Fantastic!! There's a writing comp at the moment called Bad Romeo, and you have to write using those characters....will tweet you the link if interested...Lydia C. Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13911667428856165902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-256371790594297992015-02-23T20:03:33.612-08:002015-02-23T20:03:33.612-08:00Oh I feel sad for both of them!
Ok here goes. I do...Oh I feel sad for both of them!<br />Ok here goes. I do so love writing off the top of my head like this. :)<br /><br />Jack could never understand why it was that Jill insisted on going to the top of the hill.<br />She knew what had happened; the day they had fallen down was engrained in everyone's mind. <br />More than that, she knew what was up there. She knew what lived deep down in the well, that no one dared visit.<br /><br />The sounds from the top of the hill on a cold winters night, were enough to put most of the town's people off, and yet Jill... she was fearless. She cared not that it knew her name, but only that it called her.EssentiallyJesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02372695554793237026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-35146697575238846982015-02-23T16:19:04.538-08:002015-02-23T16:19:04.538-08:00Great story!
I hate the stupid swimming carnival ...Great story! <br />I hate the stupid swimming carnival too!!! <br /><br />I am not much of a short story writter sorry! Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06700706623301575280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-82051243932514182262015-02-23T12:34:57.110-08:002015-02-23T12:34:57.110-08:00I can picture the two of them! I can picture the two of them! Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18418589134744904779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-86550928581436202492015-02-23T12:32:51.955-08:002015-02-23T12:32:51.955-08:00Oooh. I like that final par. Lots of potential wit...Oooh. I like that final par. Lots of potential with this one. Glad to see you writing again.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02524009835775611112noreply@blogger.com