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Poetry Monthly

The first Poetry Monthly has been a real success. The flights of your imagination jazzed up old fairytales and took us to stories new. Here are some examples of your wonderful creativity: Luigi Pagano made Red Riding Hood funky and urban. It’s a gritty parable of modern times. http://www.abctales.com/story/luigipagano/parable-our-time-poetry-monthly Silver Spun Sand re-told Little Boy Blue in concise and emotive verse: http://www.abctales.com/...

He's Done It!!!!!

As of now, Jack's book is FULLY FUNDED!!!!!!!!!!! Hip hip hooray and thank you to everyone who helped him get there, but most of all a MASSIVE congratulations to celticman! http://unbound.co.uk/books/lily-poole

Story, Poem and Inspiration Point of the Week.

If you like poetry that delivers strong, sharp images and deeply powerful feeling then you'll love this week's winner. Poem of the week is awarded to Esmerelda for: this is the new life There has been a flurry of selfies across social media recently that show women with only one half of their faces with make-up on. Story of the week is awarded to Vera Clark for: Dear Cosmetics Industry This weeks inspiration point: 'Countdown' Take it where ever...

The Elephant in The Room

The elephant in the room, should we speak? No,it was too soon. We waited, constantly debated and while it faded our dreams deflated. The elephant in the room, left,but not without leaving gloom and doom.

Lied for the Moon and the Evening Star

This was my style of writing poems years ago. I had this poem published both in Romanian and its translation (my own of course). I was told I changed into better since then, but...I am not so proud of my achievements. This was the poem: in a lonely woman’s world each crack in the walls is a twinge among the ribs the neighbors’ footsteps weigh on her chest when she breathes if rats teem in the basement cold shivers climb her back elsewhere a...

Lied for the Moon and the Evening Star

This was my style of writing poems years ago. I had this poem published both in Romanian and its translation (my own of course). I was told I changed into better since then, but...I am not so proud of my achievements. This was the poem: in a lonely woman’s world each crack in the walls is a twinge among the ribs the neighbors’ footsteps weigh on her chest when she breathes if rats teem in the basement cold shivers climb her back elsewhere a...

Nearly There!

Firstly a huge thank you to everyone who's supported Jack (celticman) since we last posted. With 93% and only another 24 pledges needed, we are so nearly there! He doesn't have the huge contact lists that many others do, so it's all hanging on our lovely ABCtales community to which he's given so much over the years. Please share this with your friends, pledge your support and help make his dream come true! http://unbound.co.uk/books/lily-poole

Bee's Journey

Down in the Valley The need to live won't stop me feeling suicidal, for instance, fear of facing death only wakes the will to live. It doesn't take away the lack of something real to live for, or fill the emptiness, or take away the hopelessness of what we are about to face. Looking down into that valley, my fear warns me to stand, and while my waning courage urges me to jump into the darkness, deep inside my soul I know I won't; I wouldn't be...

88%!

If you've ever published anything on ABCtales, the chances are celticman's helped you in one way or another. Now it's your turn to give something back. He only needs 38 more pledges to make his book a reality. Please pull out all the stops for him! http://unbound.co.uk/books/lily-poole

Happiness is a warm keyboard=I live to and love to write

Writers Wasteland….I am there. This week has been fraught with never ending obligations. Work and home have monopolized my life to the point of stagnant. I have no thoughts to work with and no energy to give to my writing. I know there are weeks like this in every life and so I am not surprised by it…just frustrated. These are the days I wish I could sit upon white sand beaches or gaze up at snow capped mountains from a reclusive log cabin....

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