The Featured Post Blog

A collection of the featured posts as they appeared on mo'time

by: Jackal

I am never sure the protocol when it comes to blogs and critically reviewing creative works. Strikes me there are enough writers here on mo'time to build a supportive environment to offer encouragment, support and constructive input in order to help other writers.

For me, I actually find that I can learn about my craft, not only when I write but when I read and critique others as well as having my own work critiqued. However, I know many just enjoy being able to experiment without having strangers voice their opinion.
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posted by: howard at 22:29 | link | comments (1) |

by: Misosoup

Things have been really intense these days. And these days are reaching to an end. I am sad. I have a liquid sadness, like the sea I will miss tomorrow. We are eventually leaving this place, we all are about to coming to our ordinary life, everything will change, and we will be always changing.
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posted by: howard at 15:56 | link | comments |

by: louisamae

This morning I had to make a tiny pirate costume before I was properly awake. Bernice brought her little girl to my house in tears because today is apparently pirate day at school, and little Tamsin didn't have anything at all pirate like to put on. Bernice was desperate, Tamsin looking at me like I was her last hope. Hell, I took her up to my wardrobe and pulled everything out, hoping I might find something to fit a small five year old. I looked at my stuff and envisioned hoards of five year old pirates having their pirate picnic and tried to put it out of my mind.
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posted by: howard at 23:16 | link | comments |

by: joelistix

i made it to st petersburg. lenin, grand and solid and dark, offered me his hand and cupped me into his great breast.

then he dropped me into the earth a thousand feet down and i was standing on the metro. and i made up ways of remembering which station i needed in cryllic script. and i got off early and then got back on, and i got off at the right stop.

i approached people with shame and said: do you speak english? and i made my 'ee' sounds tighter and sharper when i did this, as i squint my eyes with the pain of having to ask it.
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posted by: howard at 21:28 | link | comments |

by: GuineaPigPower

Even the street of barking dogs you finally walked through, empty-handed, pointed to one thing. Who would have it back?

After the fact, you throw the stinking water out, scrub the sink and turn into the new life as if dreaming, knowing it is no dream, knowing better.

Although, some nights, you smelled it, didn't you? A certain dissembling deep in his eyes you could never reach, not with love, not with fearfulness. You smelled, you were almost sure of it, something like flowers, the beast too long neglected.
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posted by: howard at 09:35 | link | comments |

by: 120pages

when we met at the courthouse to sign the papers that said we made a mistake a year ago we don't want to be married what we were thinking, really.  when we met at the courthouse the screenwriter started the game and I played it not as well as I normally did but I went along with the game that was called isn't this wacky here we are in our twenties getting divorced.  isn't it wacky we're getting divorced we haven't even sent out all the thank you notes from the wedding.  we thought we were perfect for each other we were one of those couples that other couples secretly hated because we were perfect for each other.  Isn't it wacky we're getting divorced today we don't come from broken homes unless you count the fact that the screenwriter's mom just died.
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posted by: howard at 23:37 | link | comments |

by: maxinejones

But the next day I knew I would be afraid. I was afraid of being afraid. All day.
 
Fear was already in bed waiting for me that night. But here's the thing that happens when you must lay awake with your fear all night: You begin to understand it. You start to see it in the darkness—first just a rough shadow, then you can define the shape, and then it is visible.
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posted by: howard at 12:41 | link | comments |

by: MissSolitaire

The false brightness of the subway car, orange plastic and polished steel, trembled violently above the unseen tracks; she didn’t believe she was moving at all, and by the time she opened her drink-tired eyes the world would have just rearranged itself around her. I don’t care. She leaned her head against the scratched windows and waited for Brooklyn to come to her.
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posted by: howard at 00:32 | link | comments |

by: BanzaiDescent

So there I was sitting in my room, eating oatmeal, peanuts and crab balls...when I realized I finally had time to respond to Alohalani’s meme tag on books. All righty then.
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posted by: howard at 01:01 | link | comments |

by: Caesura

The following evening I mentioned Mervin to a waitress in a club. I told her of the giant squirrel who lived on vine street defying gravity and nature. Before walking away she picked up her tray of newly filled drinks, looked at me with one corner of her lip turned up and said, “What do you mean? Are you telling me you have little squirrels?”
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posted by: howard at 10:05 | link | comments |