by Natalie DeYoung | Feb 17, 2015 | Fiction|Poetry, the speakeasy, YeahWrite
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] Welcome to the fiction and poetry challenge at yeah write We’re still sonneting it up this week for our poetry slam, and let me tell you, sonnet writing is not easy. Some people think that poetry is a wishy-washy art form that...
by Rowan | Feb 13, 2015 | Challenge, Fiction|Poetry, gargleblaster, micro challenge, microfiction, Microprose, Nonfiction, the speakeasy, Winners, YeahWrite
[vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][vc_column_text]Mmmm, you’re a star! And the audience loves you! And you love them And they love you for loving them And you love them for loving you And we love each other And that’s because none of us Got enough...
by Meg | Feb 10, 2015 | Fiction|Poetry, Open, the speakeasy, YeahWrite
[vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][vc_column_text] To sonnet or not to sonnet… I have to admit, my attempts at writing a sonnet have led me to hero-worship Fezzik, the rhyming giant in the Princess Bride. Rhyming is work. Poetry is work. Patricia...
by Rowan | Feb 6, 2015 | Challenge, Fiction|Poetry, gargleblaster, micro challenge, microfiction, Microprose, Nonfiction, the speakeasy, Winners, YeahWrite
[vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][vc_column_text]It must be Friday. Please tell me it’s Friday. I only come here to use the printer and get free coffee, anyway. As long as I’m planning to sneak out early and go to the beach (or at least take a...
by Rowan | Feb 4, 2015 | Challenge, Fiction|Poetry, gargleblaster, micro challenge, microfiction, Microprose, Nonfiction, the speakeasy, Voting, YeahWrite
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] Vote for your favorite nonfiction, fiction and microstories here Well, Groundhog Day is over and the results are in, and depending on which rodent you believe, portions of North America may or may not be about to experience six more...
by Natalie DeYoung | Feb 3, 2015 | Fiction|Poetry, Open, the speakeasy, YeahWrite
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] Welcome to the fiction and poetry challenge at yeah write My high school English teacher junior year was a character. Always coated in chalk dust, he would talk to the pigeons outside and sometimes frighten us with a decades-old,...
