by Nathan James | Dec 15, 2015 | Fiction|Poetry, the speakeasy, YeahWrite
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] Word. The part of my brain that processes words has been jamming—for a while, actually—but I really noticed it this weekend as I was working on a crossword puzzle. Since my Sunday crossword puzzle habit is over a decade...
by Rowan | Dec 9, 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 A friend of mine who teaches asked for feedback this week from my writing group on our most pivotal moments in learning to read and write critically. Obviously she got...
by Natalie DeYoung | Dec 8, 2015 | Fiction|Poetry, the speakeasy, YeahWrite
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] What to say I am sick today. My body aches and I’m running a fever. All I want to do is curl up on the couch with a cup of tea and watch a few hours of mindless TV. In fact, I am struggling to find a coherent way to string...
by Rowan | Dec 4, 2015 | Challenge, Fiction|Poetry, gargleblaster, micro challenge, microfiction, Microprose, Nonfiction, the speakeasy, Winners, YeahWrite
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]Phew! NoMo’ers, your work is done. It is, like, totally December, y’all. How magic is that? Not gonna lie, I can tell by how empty the grids were this week that you’re all exhausted. I would be too. So now...
by Rowan | Dec 2, 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, I put my tree up last night. As I get older, my preference for trees changes. I used to love bringing in our big live tree that got progressively bigger and...
by Nathan James | Dec 1, 2015 | Fiction|Poetry, the speakeasy, YeahWrite
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] I have a problem I often walk through my days burdened with random couplets, rhymes, and other wordplay and no place to put them. Two weeks ago it was the phrase “purple apples” that kept pestering me. Last week it was...
