perils in writing and whatnot by G. J. Jolly
In October of last year, 2015, I wrote a post that discussed the topic, Reciprocating Follows. However, I neglected to include any details as to why I pass by some of the blogs of my followers at WordPress.Com. I remember I considered a paragraph or two on these particulars, but decided it may appear a …
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If you haven’t read the previous posts in this series, here are the links. Part One | Part Two | Part Three This last part is almost twice as long as any of the previous ones. But I said this would be the last installment, so it is. I hope you like it. ∴ An …
Did you miss the other two posts telling this story?: Part One, Part Two ∴ The gallery was quiet. The curator had gone home after learning that nothing more could be done about the break-in until the next day. The shadows from the dimmed lights appeared to dance on the floor and walls. A cop …
This post is from a writing prompt I found at Writing.Com. I’m not sure how long this story is going to be yet. Obviously more than one post’s worth though. 😛 ∴ Ruth opened the glass door of the gallery and walked in. Once on the welcome rug, she stomped her feet in an attempt …
At the present time, I’m working on five different stories. Do other writers work on this many? I get the funny feeling that I’m spreading myself a little too thin here. Yet, I can’t help it. I’m afraid to leave a story idea as just that, an idea. I’m afraid I’ll lose my train of …
This writing prompt is from Writing.Com. Autumn is here in all its glory. Because it has just arrived, much of the foliage still has its green leaves. Still, the green looks weary and sunburned by so many days in the bright sunlight. A few leaves are starting to change color, showing off yellows, oranges …
I love writing. I really do. Yet sometimes pulling the words out of me stabs me as if I have nails in the bottom of my feet. So what do I do? I stroll over to Writing.Com and grab myself a writing prompt. This prompt is ‘The wind howled with delight…’. She cleaned off the …
This is for a writing prompt at Writing.Com. In the stillness, the quiet seemed deafening. He stands in his driveway in complete confusion. He mutters, “It’s so quiet. Why?” It’s the middle of the morning. The hum of life in the neighborhood should be audible. Yet there’s nothing, no sound. He walks down to the …
