Sarah Spradlin

Gee guys, @kate-flournoy , @daeus , and @bluejay , I should have applied to you sooner! Thanks:) I can feel my creative juices being stimulated already.

I’m glad y’all like my poem. I liked it when I wrote it, but by the time I was done editing I wasn’t so sure anymore, you know?

Do y’all like the way it reads with the punctuation I chose?…[Read more]

Thanks @Daeus 🙂 I’ll keep that in mind.

:O Sarah!!! So this is the kind of friend that I’m emailing with?!? *Faints* 😛
@overcomer I do love the beach. You make me wish for summer all again. We are into our first month of autumn and heading for winter. 🙁 (And my birthday 🙂 )
@kate-flournoy A wise move. I shall endeavour to do the same.

I shall remain silent. *zips lips* 😉

Gosh, @spradlin, how devious!!! 😛 😉

I would love it if you’d post it here, @overcomer. 😀 Seriously.

Gosh, @spradlin, how devious!!! 😛 😉

Hm… ‘Dust and Ink’? ‘Endurance’? ‘An Inky Legacy’? ‘Forever’?

Love the quick, tight rhythm, by the way! I honestly can’t find anything I would change. Nice and simple, but pithy at the same time. Love it. 😀

Written Words.
Ha, I thought of another one. Yay! (Don’t know if it’s any good though.)

@overcomer Ooooo….great poem. I really loved it.
Hmm…titles. Not my strong point.
The typewriter.
Words.
“Come on Tess. Think, think.” *scrunches up eyes and holds breath* Gasp, gasp, gasp. “Nope, that’s all I can think of for now.” 🙁 Sorry

Thanks, @spradlin , (excuse me while I get some sand out of my ear. I just spent the afternoon at the beach. Isn’t Spring great?) and @kate-flournoy ! That is reassuring.

Now I’m also wondering if posting our content here to share with each other could be considered a prior publication (disqualifier) for other sites’ contests etc. I…[Read more]

You see, @daeus , if I name it after the first line it sounds like it’s a poem about a train, and if I name it after the second, it’s a bit vague . . . it could be about a sports car, or a new pair of shoes.

As for naming it after what it’s about, @writefury , that’s kinda difficult. . .

It’s about typewritten words outlasting the machines used…[Read more]

Here, you can read it for yourselves. @writefury , @daeus , @kate-flournoy

Any name ideas or editing ideas are welcome!

Clickety-clack,
New and black;
Click-clack-ding!
And the paper rolls back.

Letter then letter
Line by line,
White paper is marred
By a black ink design.

Clickety-clack,
Old and rusted;
Years have passed
Since last it was…[Read more]

Here, you can read it for yourselves. @writefury , @daeus , @kate-flournoy

Any name ideas or editing ideas are welcome!

Clickety-clack,
New and black;
Click-clack-ding!
And the paper rolls back.

Letter then letter
Line by line,
White paper is marred
By a black ink design.

Clickety-clack,
Old and rusted;
Years have passed
Since last it was…[Read more]

Here, you can read it for yourselves. @writefury , @daeus , @kate-flournoy

Any name ideas or editing ideas are welcome!

Clickety-clack,
New and black;
Click-clack-ding!
And the paper rolls back.

Letter then letter
Line by line,
White paper is marred
By a black ink design.

Clickety-clack,
Old and rusted;
Years have passed
Since last it was…[Read more]

He shrugs and answers, “The dragon from the north, yes.”
Seeing the look of shock on my face, he crosses his arms.
“Must have lost more of your memories than I thought,” he mutters.
“D-dragons don’t…exist!” I manage to exclaim.
“No, not in present times. But, uh… we’re not really in present times, now, are we?”
I raise my hands in…[Read more]

Thanks for your help, everyone! Your thoughts are helpful for us as we figure out what we’re doing with our to-be-revealed special project! 🙂

He smiles crookedly and comes to stand just below me. “You don’t do this whole ‘Old English’ thing much, do you? That’s okay. I don’t do it too well either, and I’ve been here for… oh, about a year already.’ He pauses, and a tiny furrow creases his forehead. “Actually… I’ve been waiting for you. You did bring the box, didn’t you?”
I open my…[Read more]

Let me try that again… for some reason I switched to past tense.

“Who are you?” I manage to ask him.
“Someone who knows why you’re here,” the man answers.
I can’t stop staring at the man. There’s something unusual about him that I can’t put my finger on…

Because writing is a way I can pour out my ideas (and dreams, feelings, expectations…) and turn them into something that others would want to hear.

Because writing is the only way I can pour out my ideas (and dreams, feelings, expectations…) and turn them into something that others would want to hear.