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Here on Diamond Island, sudden tropical storms happen all the time, but I'm afraid that this one will All of my nuts are stored aboard the boat, and the other animals have finished loading their food as The wind is whipping around the mouth of the cave where we've all gathered to weather out the storm. He collapses, Silvia curls her tail gently around him and carries him to the fireside.

I want to use my "fancy" address labels. a.k.a. plain white ones with my address in Times New Roman, To all of you (you know who you are!) I do plan to get back to BtB sooner or later. inviting me to participate in a 50k in 50 Days challenge with three lovely ladies, Sarina, Julia, and Sarah I am hoping for the best, and planning to work hard.

Contest Deadline: August 15, 2024-April 1, 2025 Entry Fee:  FREE Special Requirements: "Authors from all Ten Minute Play Contest Contest Deadline: "The contest will open for online submissions on January 8, Rights Information: You retain ownership to your play. Age Category:  All. All rules and guides for your submission can be found here .

That was all it took. Secretly, she began devouring all of the fairytales in her school. Twaddle, he called them. Indira had never met anyone else with a father only three feet tall. "You seem nervous, my dear. He was toying with her, playing a sort of cat-and-mouse game with her. "Am I seriously talking to a book?"

one called Rue's Ramblings , where she, well, rambles . Most of all, be encouraged. Don't skim. Love, Lily and Rue. He senses it in all his bones, And goes insane as fury grows. He flits back and forth, calling all of his friends; Till the madman of a bug turns into an army of Like one plan that's changed or a song I can't sing.

Honestly, I don't typically play music with words in the background while I am writing. I've played it many, many times on my family's piano, I've sung it about as many times, and listened "I Could Write a Book" Sarah Vaughan When I stumbled upon this song, the title amused me, and so I added all around (please see "I Am a Rock"). For those of you who may be wondering, I am planning to tackle BtB anew in the coming summer months,

This book had it all cleverly planned out for me.” On all fours, it was nearly as tall as Rumple himself, and it looked nasty. It is not a plant to play with. Besides, if things went according to plan, she wouldn’t be in that kitchen very long at all. *** “Up Then, she spotted an unusual leaf poking through the tall grass that had taken over the bed.

She cried out in pain. That cry made up Cuddles’ mind. She let out another cry of pain. Anger overpowered the pain from her throbbing wrist. For all her defiant talk, maybe she should just give up. “No!” “Please let this plan work. It’s all I have.” *** When Rumple came with lunch, Indira was ready.

I fall into the trap of wanting my writer's notebook to be perfect. or to play with designing your protagonist's brand-new castle. Every sentence you write is stiff, boring, doesn't make sense, shows instead of tells, uses too many You are at a standstill, and writing is just plain hard. It happens. So maybe this scenario doesn't happen all the time. I'll admit it. I have a thing for notebooks.

Seventeen year old Corinne, playing the part of Beauty, is now her family’s sole provider. There’s no money saved up in the bank, no social insurance, nothing to fall back on. Corinne has struggled to keep food on the table for the past three years. All Harlan has are questions, and hardly any answers. Her name means "beautiful maiden," because, after all, she's our Beauty.

You can tell what she’s painting by the colours of paint she gets on her clothes. No one will talk about him. Larkin never got to see him. He never got a name. “Call the police,” says Papa. “Keep her,” says Mama. Mama wins. Will Sophie become someone like him, someone Mama and Papa won’t talk about? Finally, she goes to her mother and tells her how she feels.

They each try to call the loudest, seeming to say, "Pick me, pick me, Mama! I'm really hungry! No more chasing adventurous babies through the tall grass.