WingnettesUntouchableWingnettes by ~Shadocchi
The world is screaming.
It won't stop.
Silver-red specks of metal and feather down fall like rain. Everything is a mess of noise. I'm flung forward and met with a punch from the front seat. Headlights tear through my vision and a hand reaching out towards me fades away in the light. Everything shudders and begins to squeeze in together. The seat crumples and forces me back to crush my wings.
Falling sharp, the rain turns to blood. The seats weep red. My mother, my sisters, my wings, myself all mesh together in red screaming noise and bright headlights that burn into my eyes. I want to fly but I can't move so much as my le
ApplicationLights up. BEN reads from a pile of letters.Application by ~Shadocchi
BEN: Dear Ben,
I regret to inform you that you are not suited for this job. While your application demonstrated your substantial amount of imagination, we cannot accept a form filled entirely in crayon with pictures of your interviewers doodled in the margins. While you drew a likeness of Mr Isaacs, he is very sensitive about his prominent ear hair and does not appreciate you drawing attention to it.
Pause. Another letter.
BEN: Dear Ben,
thank you for submitting your application to Kmart. Unfortunately, we have no need for a specialised trolley-assembler, nor do we require your particular skil
Chocolate FriendKeeping in touch after high school was a task. Everyone had said on graduation that they would email or schedule some hang-out days, but promises quickly subsided and a few months deprived of daily contact meant most groups broke up. While I tried to stay with my friends, it was perhaps inevitable for my group to shrink to two: myself, a plain girl studying humanities at the local university, and Clara, an arts student making her way into Philosophy. Assignments kept us separate for the majority of the time, but since we were on the same campus, I was determined to meet up with her and have lunch. Our last conversation lasted a miserly five mChocolate Friend by ~Shadocchi
Publishing Opportunity no.8The opportunity:
Sorcerous Signals Magazine are open for submissions.
Come, follow the Sorcerous Signals into new realms: Realms of Imagination, Wonder and Magic. Places where heroes walk, wizards weave magic and mystical creatures dwell. Sorcerous Signals is an award winning magazine. Let our writers and artists weave their magic as they beckon you – to step beyond the mundane and into the fantastic.
Put simply, this is for all writers of the fantasy genre. Poetry is allowed, and prose word count limits are at a maximum of 10,000 (though they will occasionally stretch that for a novelette, for those more experienced with the dichotomy).
There is the initial payment (to the author, not from, never submit somewhere that charges for the 'privilege') of $5.00 for stories and $2.00 for flash fiction and poetry. Readers will donate further royalties if they like your stuff so... write well!
How to submit: