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Word Challenge: Church - FallAll she could do is pray. Try to scream the desperate plea for divine intervention in her mind; her lungs failing to spare oxygen for spoken words as they struggled to sustain themselves.

It was too late to turn back, too late to apologize and too late to escape.

Running was futile. She knew it, but she couldn't bring herself to stop. Human instinct for self preservation refused to let her slow in her fierce run and wouldn't let her look back to see if the hulking forms of the men who wanted her dead would show like silhouettes in the darkness of the forest.

Her bare feet pounded like thunder against the mulch-y forest floor, ignoring t

Just a Zephyr...

It was five twenty-two on a Monday morning in Engar Wood. Many of the neighbours were still asleep seeing as most of them were denying the weekend was over. Others were up hours earlier boasting their excitement of the new school year ahead. A few of the little ones had recently celebrated their completion of primary education and were earnestly looking forward to their first year in "the big school"; where the fountains are, and the lush gardens, and any other hypocrisies they fathomed or fell prey to by some fictitious academic brochure. For a young spellcaster, nothing was more important that receiving your first wand and taking the airven

Under a Black Star

In a little town called Marohna there lived many beings who possessed unique abilities, both great and small. Among the more gifted were fairies, little tricksters of good and malintent. They were mostly peaceful unless disturbed by a curious human naive enough inquire anything of them. But there also existed others who wrought only ill will for the mere pleasure of it. These were called witches. Those who performed any mystical act of severe consequence by means of the accursed arts were branded with the title and cast out of the town forever. For this no one dared affiliate themselves with such blasphemy; the slightest mention of it trigger

The Ankh Part IV - De ProfundisThe Andalusian winters were as unpredictably cold as the summers were expectedly hot.

Only too often would shepherds and travellers find themselves in the middle of a blizzard that had suddenly descended from the nearby mountains, leaving them helplessly lost in the white mist, so close to the city that they could see its flickering lights and so far away they could freeze trying to reach it.

The rulers of Cordoba had thus generously built a number of small sheds spread through the woods and the foot of the mountain to prevent that from happening. Each shelter had simple commodities, such as a table and stools, and a cot with some blankets.

An Empty HushAnd so the world ended.

Not in fire, but in silence.
A quiet, ignorant bliss as we slipped into extinction
Without even knowing we neared the end.

The vibrancy of a civilization
One that had radiated with brilliance in the confines of our world.
Snuffed into nonexistence without a single cry
Or a single trace.

And so the universe was again quieter
With an empty hush as the souls of a species
Vanished.

TunaBe wary of to-go tuna.

The Ankh Part III - The BanquetAltaïr's angry voice echoed down the hall as he decisively declared:
"I will not wear this and that is final!"

Averroes and Maria smiled when he walked into the scholar's study, followed by two male servants who were hopelessly trying to finish dressing him. His attire could not be more different from his usual rough Assassin garb: a golden kaftan over a pearly white tunic, richly embroidered pointy babouches and a silk turban whose pleats one of the servants kept trying to adjust, only to be pushed back by the Assassin at every attempt.

Trying not to laugh at his friend's desperate struggle against the heavy, wide sleeves and the sli

LivingThe longest thing you'll ever do.

GoWhatchya waitin' for, a brighter green?

Paper Airplanesfloating through my mind
like a paper airplane
flirting with the air
thoughts on a breeze
going this way and that
different ideas
different sizes
all landing in seperate places
one in a corner
another in a box
some in a wastebasket

thoughts circling my mind
constantly cycling
airplanes spiraling down
to be picked back up
and tossed once more
the never ending life
of a paper airplane

Word Challenge: Shed - Happiness - SneakSo this was it.

All she had worked for. All she had fought for. All she had lost.

For this.

Chell's breath slowed to silence as her eyes slowly, carefully scanned the horizon. The warm, gentle heat of the sun high above her, engulfing all senses and enveloping her in its comfort as a dull, but persistent breeze slipped and mingled through the wheat field and cooled her skin. A vast and golden wheat field spanned for miles before her, making her analytical mind reel from the thought of judging the distance. The sea of bright golden stocks, swaying peacefully in the gentle breeze with a rhythm that seemed nothing like the man-made or ma

Word Challenge: Madness - EnjoyThere's an element to this you like, isn't there? Her mind silently toyed with the thought.

The look in his eyes only confirmed her suspicions. That faint flicker of interest across expression as his eyes flashed with intrigue. She found his eyes captivating -- not necessarily due to attraction, but rather curiosity. She could read so much from his eyes and the emotion that would occasionally shine through peaked her interest.

His eyes were a light, piercing grey which added a predatory aspect to his gaze, and the keen, fascinated glimmer mixed within an ill hidden amusement inside of his stare betrayed his

The Ankh Part II - A Royal InvitationWhen Averroes opened the little ivory chest he kept on his desk Altaïr's eyes gleamed at the sight of its contents.

Wittingly or not, the scholar had followed the old Assassin tradition of hiding in plain sight, leaving such a coveted object as the Apple in his study, inside a box that was dusted, polished and moved around by unknowing servants almost every day.

A soft glow began to exude from the sphere when the Assassin took it in his hands, almost like a tamed beast purring of contentment for being reunited with its master. Altaïr didn't look less satisfied for having it back. Maria watched, her lips pressed tight in disapprova

The Ankh Part I - AverroesThe Andalusian sun was unforgiving at high noon. Throughout the golden plains the ground undulated under the heat waves rising from the scorching soil and the vertical shade of the scattered olive trees offered little refuge for any soul crossing the land. Of course there was none to be seen. Even animals knew that was the time of day to take shelter in the coolness of their holes at the expense of their lives if they didn't; it was either being boiled alive by the heat or hunted by the wild hawks that circled the open, blue skies.

The courtyard of the house of Muhammad ibn Rushd was thus completely empty when two riders, wrapped in travel c

JulyThe breeze was a tender thing;
he was glistening and nut brown.
The grass sank before his blade
like resignation.
He cut a wider arc than mine-
I watched his muscles slide
in swing and stride;
grass fell before and to the side.
Two dogs dripped, panting beneath the trees.
Blades shushed with every pass, till all was done.
With the field set low in the heavy afternoon,
we swallowed fear, we raised our eyes.

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Online Magazines Accepting Submissions!

Journal Entry: Tue Jul 10, 2012, 6:58 PM

Here is a short list of online literary magazines looking for submissions. Be sure to read their rules and procedures carefully.

Wordsmiths:     [link]

Minarets:  [link]

Commonline Journal:  [link]

The South Mountain Review  [link]

The Death Cross Monk:  [link]

Downer Magazine:  [link]

Anderbo  [link]

Ascent Magazine:  [link]

Write This:  [link]

Written River:  [link]

Word Riot:  [link]

Two Hawks Quarterly:  [link]

The Missing Slate:  [link]

Every Writer's Resource:  [link]

Literary Orphans:   [link]

Red Fez:  [link]

Emerge Literary Journal:  [link]

Plume Poetry:  [link]

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~Sasukesadork Jul 18, 2012 Student Writer

can someone help me because i have no idea what i cover letter is

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`FuzzyHoser Jul 19, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Take a look at this, and see if it helps:

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Contact information should be given, as well.

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=BasiliskX89 Jul 14, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

This is lovely. I am going to see if I meet the criteria.

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=Bark Jul 11, 2012 Writer

Thanks!!!

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*beeinthebottle Jul 10, 2012 Writer

The Literary Orphan link is broken.

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*Scarlettletters Jul 10, 2012 Professional Writer

Thanks - it is fixed.

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~TheEmptyChest Jul 10, 2012

Can we submit the same poems to more than one magazine? I haven't seen any rules concerning that.

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*Scarlettletters Jul 10, 2012 Professional Writer

I think each magazine says whether that is allowed or not. If no mention is made, assume it is allowed.

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