The Great and Random Ramblings of Cannwin

Use your words, my dear sweet soul, they are inside of you... So find them. Write, you silly girl, write so hard the world will never forget you. But does it matter if the world remembers you?  Age begins to press its hands upon your chest and the need to be remembered seems to increase with the pressure.  Stop. That's not a line of thought you're interested in pursuing.  Live in the now. Does it matter if the world remembers you if your neighbor is going hungry?  Perhaps age is merely pushing you out the door.  Go. Live in the now. 

Let me rage. Let me rage in infinite defiance of that everlasting night. Let me rage with such zeal that my soul is consumed in the blinding, glorious light of      another day,     another promise,     another hope.              -Charity #dylan thomas #workingmom

Vicbowin has been working on this one particular story for a while now and finally, last week, read to me what she currently has. When she was done... I was speechless. Absolutely speechless. My mind reeled with thoughts like 'that was incredible,' and 'holy cow my daughter is dark,' and 'where on earth did she pick up on that?' As you read, remember that my daughter is 9 and the darkest (oldest) books she's read are the Harry Potter series and the Percy Jackson series and as of yet I have not allowed her to read about vampires. I've transcribed it with very little editing. Hope you enjoy. :) Book 1. Chapter 1. A Knight named Night went riding through the night on a horse named "Vampire." On a tree there, scratched into the tree, it said "Beware Danger awaits you beyond the time of 12:00 midnight." Night knew at the end of that hour he would be safe. So Night set up camped, built a fire (because dark creatures ...

A year ago a friend of mine suggested I try writing a story in 50 words . It was a lot of fun to do. The other day another friend of mine told me she had to write a short story for her creative writing class. I was intrigued, she was overwhelmed. "That's so easy!" I exclaimed. "It has to be 500 words long." She moaned. "Oh, that would be difficult... I don't think I could keep it that short." She didn't find that humorous, "The professor expects us to have a realistic plot line! In 500 words... that's impossible." I chuckled and recalled my 50 word story. So I showed her. "See, if I can do it in 50 words you can do it in 500." I don't know what she wrote or what grade she got on the assignment, but it got my creative juices a flowing and I decided I wanted to do another 50 word story. So here goes: Dust and cobwebs covered the attic. Adelaide sneezed before pulling away the ragged tarp and dropping...

My dear friend Cari suggested this as a blog idea and I loved it. Nothing to Blog About? Why not try writing a story using no more than 50 words...I came across this 50 word writing contest a few years ago and wrote a few, but never remembered to enter the next year. The story has to have a begining middle and end! To make it easier/harder I'll give you a word you have to use (though of course I won't cry if you ignore this suggestion entirely) Your word is; castle So I did it! It was fun and made my husband laugh. I think I'll have to try this again. Okay, ready: ------------------ Betrayal (not part of the 50 words) Raya's scream woke the castle. People streamed into the throne room to gape at their mutilated king. A gap formed to admit the prince. "We must find the murderer!" Raya sobbed. He smiled coldly, "So we can thank him." In rage she lunged, oblivious of the bloody knife he held. ----------- I think we should all do th...