by Arden Ruth | Jun 19, 2015 | Challenge, Fiction|Poetry, gargleblaster, micro challenge, microfiction, Microprose, Nonfiction, the speakeasy, Winners, YeahWrite
[vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][vc_column_text]I think everyone could use a little extra love this week, don’t you? As I stressed last week, yeah write isn’t just about boosting your blog. It’s about building a community of great writers...
by Arden Ruth | Jun 17, 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 Welcome to yeah write #218 which is another unmoderated week at yeah write. Did you know we’re unmoderated all summer? You betcha! It may be too late to submit...
by Christine Hanolsy | Jun 17, 2015 | gargleblaster, micro challenge, microfiction, Microprose, Open, YeahWrite
[vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][vc_column_text] Greetings Earthlings! Imagine you had unlimited time to lounge around the pool. You’ve got one of those floating chairs with a cupholder, a floppy hat, and a view that rarely changes. What kind of...
by YeahWrite Editor | Jun 16, 2015 | Fiction|Poetry, the speakeasy, YeahWrite
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] Free to be you and me Fiction is the only form where I feel free to truly express what I’m trying to say. There’s no fear of hurting anyone’s feelings, no self-consciousness holding me back, no memory confusing...
by YeahWrite Editor | Jun 15, 2015 | Challenge, Open, YeahWrite
Still summer, still open submissions Wouldn’t you like to fast forward to a time and space where you felt safe and free? Where pain existed solely to remind you of what you left behind? In this place, there is nothing before you, and the fields are abundant....
by Christine Hanolsy | Jun 14, 2015 | badges, Kickoff, ultimate question, YeahWrite
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] Disconnected I spent the better part of this past week with no internet connection. I could pretend to be grateful to the squirrel that chewed through the wires and tell you how I’ve returned to the ‘net refreshed and...
