Sunday, May 06, 2007

I'm entering contests

So I'm not one to write stories. Heck, never could really carve one out, except for Sounds perhaps and all you readers made me feel encouraged...

So taking a cue from Nothingman, I got myself into the The Moon Topples story contest....

This one was on growth and I wrote something on autumn leaves. Entry #7 check it out.....at moonless to comment on what you guys think, or you could just simply vote :-)

see ya on a writing trip.......

5 comments:

The Moon Topples said...

Z: I'm always glad when we get an entry fromsomeone who does not consider herself a storyteller. Since the goal is to encourage writing from all sorts and at all levels, this is a wonderful thing to hear from an entrant.

However, all entries were to remain anonymous until the voting had closed and the results posted. At that time the stories get reposted with a link to the authors' websites.

cicatrix said...

Randomly bloghopped onto ur blog and am thoroughly satisfied with the randomness of my mouseclicks.
Intense pieces especially "Sounds" which resonated a Margaret Atwoodish tone. After two years of blog sanyaas, am finding nice lil pieces all over. Will definitely visit again.

Zedekiah said...

M: thanks for the support and instinctual belonging.... and all apologies....guess the excitement to write with a purpose got me too excited to browse through rules...vices, vices, vices....all virtues have them.

but thanks for the blog and the encourgaement....a hope in blogosphere...

Nothingman said...

uhmm..yeah...you are not supposed to tell which story is yours, we are supposed to guess ;)

i have also entered the contest :) guess which one is mine.

And i had a dream of you, we were in a rock concert, and then there was the whole class there, psycho stuff.
heh, good luck with the story ;)

N

cicatrix said...

oh god.. this comment-enabling-character-recognition thingy undid wat i'd written.. well I'll try again..

By quality of a bright friday morning I'm sure you meant - "Its a pity that the night which ends with drunken stupor, begins on such a drab note where I have to haul myself out of bed and head to someplace you lesser mortals call work"

Will visit later.. am hopping on to other blogs on ur lil web for now