Comments for The Writers' Collective http://thewriterscollective.org/creative-writing Creative Writing Blog Thu, 07 Jul 2011 20:21:18 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 Comment on the ear rot tick? by Hilary http://thewriterscollective.org/creative-writing/2011/06/the-ear-rot-tick/comment-page-1/#comment-171 Hilary Thu, 07 Jul 2011 20:21:18 +0000 http://thewriterscollective.org/creative-writing/?p=260#comment-171 The launch was fantastic! Great readings by great writers and performers. I can't wait to read the book. The launch was fantastic! Great readings by great writers and performers. I can’t wait to read the book.

]]> Comment on super friends!!! by Lindsey Childs http://thewriterscollective.org/creative-writing/2011/04/super-friends/comment-page-1/#comment-131 Lindsey Childs Tue, 19 Apr 2011 22:00:40 +0000 http://thewriterscollective.org/creative-writing/?p=231#comment-131 Aww! Thanks, Kate! Aww! Thanks, Kate!

]]> Comment on mad libs! by Katherena Vermette http://thewriterscollective.org/creative-writing/2011/02/mad-libs/comment-page-1/#comment-123 Katherena Vermette Mon, 07 Mar 2011 01:16:52 +0000 http://thewriterscollective.org/creative-writing/?p=223#comment-123 i do love it when my tiramisu burns with desire!! i do love it when my tiramisu burns with desire!!

]]> Comment on mad libs! by Lindsey Childs http://thewriterscollective.org/creative-writing/2011/02/mad-libs/comment-page-1/#comment-121 Lindsey Childs Sat, 26 Feb 2011 18:11:32 +0000 http://thewriterscollective.org/creative-writing/?p=223#comment-121 This is fun! My favorite Mad Lib line so far is 'You make my tiramisu burn with desire.' This is fun! My favorite Mad Lib line so far is ‘You make my tiramisu burn with desire.’

]]> Comment on A picture is worth… well a paragraph at least!! by lunatic http://thewriterscollective.org/creative-writing/2010/11/a-picture-is-worth-well-a-paragraph-at-least/comment-page-1/#comment-119 lunatic Sat, 19 Feb 2011 03:53:49 +0000 http://thewriterscollective.org/creative-writing/?p=193#comment-119 The river look quiet, as the currant swept along it put a calmness into anyone who look at it, but how decieving it was. The murky water was the perfect place for it. It could hunt with out it's prey seeing it and it could hide if needed. But during the past years it's prey was become harder to find. It was getting hungry, it would have to start to look for other food. It never ever came up to the surface. It had no need. But with the food on the decrease it would have to the chance it and search. Through out the years in it's home it would feel large vibration at the suface. When the next vibration came it would strike and take its prey to its home below. The river look quiet, as the currant swept along it put a calmness into anyone who look at it, but how decieving it was.
The murky water was the perfect place for it. It could hunt with out it’s prey seeing it and it could hide if needed. But during the past years it’s prey was become harder to find. It was getting hungry, it would have to start to look for other food.
It never ever came up to the surface. It had no need. But with the food on the decrease it would have to the chance it and search. Through out the years in it’s home it would feel large vibration at the suface. When the next vibration came it would strike and take its prey to its home below.

]]> Comment on Tribute by gabe http://thewriterscollective.org/creative-writing/2011/02/tribute/comment-page-1/#comment-114 gabe Sat, 05 Feb 2011 15:08:03 +0000 http://thewriterscollective.org/creative-writing/?p=220#comment-114 That photograph is beautiful. I am so shocked & saddened by Michael's death. He was such a hardworking writer - well-deserving of his success - and such a humble soul. I can't imagine what a loss his death brings to his children and his wife. May they find some small comfort in knowing he died as a successful author - on a book-tour. As a longtime Collective member, I know his presence will be missed our writing organization. That photograph is beautiful. I am so shocked & saddened by Michael’s death. He was such a hardworking writer – well-deserving of his success – and such a humble soul. I can’t imagine what a loss his death brings to his children and his wife. May they find some small comfort in knowing he died as a successful author – on a book-tour. As a longtime Collective member, I know his presence will be missed our writing organization.

]]> Comment on The Snow Knows by alex http://thewriterscollective.org/creative-writing/2011/01/the-snow-knows/comment-page-1/#comment-103 alex Sat, 22 Jan 2011 12:00:33 +0000 http://thewriterscollective.org/creative-writing/?p=215#comment-103 what about 'squeeky snow"? what about ‘squeeky snow”?

]]> Comment on Yer Mom! by Brandy Lynn http://thewriterscollective.org/creative-writing/2010/11/yer-mom/comment-page-1/#comment-72 Brandy Lynn Mon, 22 Nov 2010 14:00:44 +0000 http://thewriterscollective.org/creative-writing/?p=199#comment-72 Your mother... mumbles steely words only to herself to knead, to roll, to fold, to pinch, accomplishing beyond odds, perogies. Your mother... sets to task with notions of a smiling, hugging child embracing her, squeezing her with all his might about the waist, cheek to tummy. Your mother... has no truer joy than to feed on the vision of her child and his child, eyes closed, with each savory bite, senses filled with sweet buttery dough, potato, cheese, and fresh, cool, sharp, sour cream. Your mother…
mumbles steely words
only to herself
to knead, to roll,
to fold, to pinch,
accomplishing beyond odds,
perogies.

Your mother…
sets to task
with notions
of a smiling,
hugging child
embracing her, squeezing
her with all his might
about the waist,
cheek to tummy.

Your mother…
has no truer joy
than to feed
on the vision of her child
and his child,
eyes closed, with
each savory bite,
senses filled with sweet
buttery dough,
potato, cheese,
and fresh, cool,
sharp, sour cream.

]]> Comment on A picture is worth… well a paragraph at least!! by Brandy Lynn http://thewriterscollective.org/creative-writing/2010/11/a-picture-is-worth-well-a-paragraph-at-least/comment-page-1/#comment-69 Brandy Lynn Tue, 16 Nov 2010 07:25:07 +0000 http://thewriterscollective.org/creative-writing/?p=193#comment-69 Somewhere along the river the fish eyes filter through the darkness. By now, this day and age, their generation sees no rainbow. A passer-by comments on the empty cups, the straws, the mustard foiled burger paper, the brown murky water. A child tightly seat-belted, with a sliding lid cup of cheerios, sings red-orange-yellow-green-blue-indigo-violet. A tear streaks down the face of a lone elderly woman with the news of 5 Canadians dead in Mexico, especially the father and son who left a wife and daughter. She drops her knitting and wavers over to the white castled window her children invested in for a view of the river. The fish slime hidden through the darkness. A firefighter gets a tetanus shot for nicking her arm with a knife trying to cut free a drowning jumper tangled as they tried to save him as he tried to die. The dragon boat drummer begins his rhythmic chant slowly increasing the speed and intensity for a taste of victory. The baggers in the tent by the shore lie still as if never there while footsteps of possible police walk by and away. Somewhere along the river they can sleep another night. The fish won't breathe a word. Somewhere along the river
the fish eyes filter
through the darkness.
By now, this day and age,
their generation sees
no rainbow.

A passer-by comments
on the empty cups, the straws,
the mustard foiled burger paper,
the brown murky water.

A child tightly seat-belted,
with a sliding lid cup of cheerios, sings
red-orange-yellow-green-blue-indigo-violet.

A tear streaks down
the face of a lone elderly woman
with the news of 5 Canadians
dead
in Mexico,
especially the father and son
who left a wife and daughter. She drops
her knitting and wavers
over to the white castled window
her children invested in
for a view of the river.

The fish slime hidden through the darkness.

A firefighter gets a tetanus shot
for nicking her arm with a knife
trying to cut free
a drowning jumper tangled
as they tried to save him
as he tried to die.

The dragon boat drummer
begins his rhythmic chant
slowly increasing the speed and intensity
for a taste of victory.

The baggers in the tent
by the shore lie still
as if never there
while footsteps of possible police
walk by and away. Somewhere
along the river
they can sleep another night.

The fish won’t breathe
a word.

]]> Comment on and today, a picture by Katherena Vermette http://thewriterscollective.org/creative-writing/2010/08/and-today-a-picture/comment-page-1/#comment-67 Katherena Vermette Sun, 14 Nov 2010 02:22:00 +0000 http://thewriterscollective.org/creative-writing/?p=147#comment-67 thanks for the info Christina. i will have to look that up. i do love a little picture exploration, or as one of my favourite bloggers laineygossip calls it "photo assumption" thanks for the info Christina. i will have to look that up. i do love a little picture exploration, or as one of my favourite bloggers laineygossip calls it “photo assumption”

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