by Rowan | Oct 22, 2014 | Challenge, Fiction|Poetry, gargleblaster, micro challenge, Microprose, the speakeasy, Voting, YeahWrite
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] Vote for your favorite nonfiction, fiction and microstories here Three challenges, nine votes, one post! That’s what you get every Thursday over here at yeah write. In our rebooted schedule, we still open the challenges on...
by Christine Hanolsy | Oct 22, 2014 | gargleblaster, micro challenge, Microprose, Open, ultimate question, YeahWrite
Greetings Earthlings! I have a feeling we picked up some new passengers the last time we zoomed through this corner of the galaxy. Welcome! Fasten your five-point harnesses and get ready for a fast and furious ride. The pangalactic gargleblaster packs more punch than...
by YeahWrite Editor | Oct 21, 2014 | Fiction|Poetry, Open, the speakeasy, YeahWrite
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] Welcome to the fiction and poetry challenge at yeah write Among the hundreds of books I inherited after my sister died was a well-worn paperback of Lorrie Moore’s first novel, Anagrams, published in 1986. I cracked it open and read...
by YeahWrite Editor | Oct 20, 2014 | Challenge, Open, YeahWrite
It’s all about the process I just finished folding laundry. My son’s pajama shirt, the green one with the glow-in-the-dark dinosaur bones, was sitting in a ball in the basket. Somehow, upon exiting the shirt one morning this week, my son managed to get the...
by Christine Hanolsy | Oct 19, 2014 | Challenge, Fiction|Poetry, gargleblaster, Kickoff, micro challenge, Microprose, Winners, YeahWrite
[vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][vc_column_text]Combination #183 writing challenge winners’ post and #184 writing challenge kickoff post with ultimate question: when did our elephants leave? It’s been a week of Mondays, and every day was Murphy’s...
by YeahWrite Editor | Oct 17, 2014 | moonshine, YeahWrite
It’s the weekend, so the moonshine grid is open Take a deep breath. Pull off your shoes. Crack open a beer (or juice box, whatever you prefer). The weekend is supposed to be when you relax. The phone stops ringing, the boss-man stops hassling you, and you answer...
