This group is sadly silent, but I don't know if that means inactive. I am hoping that when I post these challenge pieces you look at them and maybe try them out. I also hope that if you get stuck or have a question that you will ask me (MagicalJoey )
Don't be afraid to participate. Try things you haven't. Give it a go. You never know what talents might emerge.
We only have two admins. If you would like to be an admin and help teach people note MagicalJoey and we can see where things stand. This is just a case of passing along any skills or strengths you may have in critiquing pieces. So whether you are only 'good' at one thing or have many skills consider joining the team to teach whomever wishes to learn.
Encourage your friends to join. Encourage people who critique your work to join.
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This is a LITERATURE critique group.
Your Current Challenge Pieces:
Wrinkles - CH01 (UPDATE)He pulled the matches from his right pants pocket. His dark grey cashmere suit hissed as it rubbed against itself, but the sound didn’t wake the boy. A pale blue and golden flame flickered as he sparked a match against the side of the box. Basked in shadowy light he grinned, before moving the match flame to light the number nine candle wedged neatly into the icing of a chocolate, rainbow sprinkled cupcake. The candle caught and a much warmer yellow and orange flame sprung up like an oxygen deprived person seeking life. The smoke smell soon overwhelmed the sulphurous smell of the matches, which returned to the pocket of Mr Francis’s pants.
The candle flame joined with a weak sunbeam in providing the only light in the room, and together they highlighted the prone figure of a small boy curled under a Spiderman blanket, only tangled and wild curly blonde hair and the tip of a cold nose revealed. The boy sniffed loudly, as if the smoke was disturbing his sleep, but then simply t
Like a popped zit
My excitement bursts from my mouth in nonsense words;
I cannot control myself, they must come out
And they must come out now – the world must know my excitement;
Must see it in my eyes and in the strands of my lukewarm hair.
I pop with excitement because of the puppy,
Because of the cat,
Because of the hamster and the seal – I pop with excitement
Because of the very excitement itself.
It threatens to explode my brain
As it leaps like lightening within my mind;
My heart is held hostage by burglars
Coming to slyly steal it away on the tail wind of want;
I want the excitement to continue
Because I enjoy being excited – it’s a change
From noiselessly numb and depression’s dark grey...
...though I know I am still depressed,
That will haunt me like a spectre forever,
When excitement threatens to boil me from the inside out
I know that depression has taken a spot in the back of the bus.
And I can simply be excited.
Please do make an effort to bring people in. This group could really help people if you, and they, give it a chance.