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Gummint Literature Challenge #1

somerled wrote in fictionslamming Jan 30, 2008 19:38

I'll start it off. Who will take on the next title?

( An Exhalation of Larks )

Gummint Literature, Revisited

sanguinity wrote in fictionslamming Jan 26, 2008 15:02

Remember this list of stories that somerled shared with us?

-an exhalation of larks
-death in the summer of love
-hands like birds
-home again
-lost in lavender
-mother, daughter
-pictures of horses
-the recipe booklet
-thy chosen music
-white

Your prompt: choose a title and write something subversive and disquieting for it.

Ready? Go.

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seabird78 wrote in fictionslamming Jan 24, 2008 13:25

Title: [Initiation]
Status: [Applicant]
Summary: [Opening chapter of a novel in progress]
Genre: [Hybrid of literary fiction and YA]
Word Count: [965]

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accepted application, application

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lee17 wrote in fictionslamming Dec 29, 2007 23:40

Um, hi. Long ago ( a few years), I used to be much more active on LiveJournal and FictionSlamming; obviously not so anymore. I'm still listed as a maintainer for this community, and I'm not sure how to become an un-maintainer again...haha. I like reading the things you guys post on here still, but I probably shouldn't be a maintainer anymore. ( Read more... )

55 Words

m1lesteg wrote in fictionslamming Dec 03, 2007 17:33

Walter made a passing comment on the wind as he sat down. A movie was playing, but he didn't know the name. A truck was being dragged by a chain by a monster underground, its two gun-wielding occupants looking terrified. Walter grew somewhat sad as he realized they would not shoot the oppressive chain.

(this was pretty fun to do)

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55 words

nicked_metal wrote in fictionslamming Dec 02, 2007 18:23

I gazed at his boots. They were brown leather hiking boots, brand new ones with smooth polished leather and perfect, unblemished soles. Glossy black laces passed through shiny metal rings to complete the effect. My blood reached out to touch those perfect boots, but he stepped away before the puddle could touch them.

(nice idea, somerled!)

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#3, Not Poetry Challenge

somerled wrote in fictionslamming Dec 01, 2007 18:07

They stepped out of a cab, the husband on his cell. The wife leaned into the trunk. "May I help with anything?" the head porter asked. She shoved him a sub-woofer and armful of wires. Later he told the young porters he always accepted such treatment, but dammit, why didn't anyone have normal luggage anymore?

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matrimony

bileograph wrote in fictionslamming Dec 01, 2007 02:59

Why fifty five?, I ask her. “It’s a good number,” she says. “That’s when my dad found himself.” She spins her rings, drinks her coffee. I look out the window to where the cop is staring at the wheels of some car. Do you think we’ll make it?, I say. She shrugs. “Maybe. Who knows?”

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Not Poetry Challenge

fallen_scholar wrote in fictionslamming Nov 30, 2007 22:47

(as found here)

"Completely unlike poetry? Prose is poetry; poetry, prose." He affectedly winced. "They need new insults." Her face was rigored with sympathy. "If they need to haze their plebes, they can do it without my involvement." She silently vowed to abstain from internet dating in the future. He silently cursed the chef's absurd abuse of

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Not Poetry

somerled wrote in fictionslamming Nov 30, 2007 20:14

You know how poetryslamming is, right? So many pieces there get the critique that they are "prose with line breaks"! So let's write some really short prose without line breaks. Let's set an exact target: fifty-five words (like this post, hyphenations and contractions open to convenient interpretation) but above all write completely unlike poetry.

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