September 1st, so a fresh set of targets in BC.
Mine are 1,000 words a day BEFORE LOGGING ON, a story or a flash every day, at least 4 x 2K+ stories for the month, 60 subs and to crit anything that moves. I'll also read one quality short and one quality poem a day.
Congrats to Caroline for an acceptance at Poetry Monthly, our 152nd hit of the year.
Here are today's prompts.
Vic Glover awoke with the noon-day heat ringing in his ears
Finally, Finally
The wind blew down from the mountain for two nights
The Darkness of Cinnamon
Robert Hurley's wife died in September, and by the middle of Ocotber he had more or less settled everything.
London is full of boys named Alex
Among the Dangs
Black & White Ball
So help me God it gets more and more preposterous
Centifrugal, centripetal
There's an interesting road leading south out of Aristotle
Halifax, My Halifax!
He was an orphan, and, to himself, he seemed like one, looked like one.
She seemed to remember him, something about his face, from before...
One winter evening, she looked at them: the husband durable, receptive, gentle; the child a tener golden three. The sight of them made her sad and sick she did not want to see them ever again.
Harry Belten and the Medelssohn Violin Concerto*
*or use the IDEA
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