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[wildcards1407]

Art for the We Came To Dance Kicstarter in support of Club Q. Want to support a community, get a great book and some cool art? Click https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/amphibianpress/we-came-to-dance-stories-of-queer-joy-in-support-of-club-q/description

We're aiming for $5K in the next two weeks, and we're nearly at $2K now. Share it around and let's see what we can do as a community.

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[scriptwriters-network]

The only way to learn to write is to write.

— Peggy Teeters

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[longdariavampysilver]

"After those" - ∟20∟

“After those” – ∟20∟

Words of Bench everybody have shared a quick glance one with another, and that murmuring that was lifting before, it was disincreasing really fast, and gazes were more opened to a meeting with those beings, even if some of them were still doubtful. But as Scott told us there were still creatures with a mental closer, even befire that all that matter came out, but they were really few: we could…

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[schofillwrites]

Any form of writing that is intended to support a business or organization's operations and is addressed to both internal and external audiences inside the qualified writer's organization is considered professional writing.

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[betterbbooks]

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[wingedleo]

Had to share this #snippet of my #writing of my #TempestBlades 4th novel through an image because it couldn’t fit a toot. So #AmWritng on my phone note app before I forget the idea. Apologies for that. https://www.instagram.com/p/Ck5CCX8ssrK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[alexanicholsauthor]

I died.

I had the most realistic nightmare last night, and I’m finding it impossible to shake. I stayed up late the night before because I had this writing bug (I’m putting the finishing touches on Erotic Urban Legends: Sisters, a Patreon and Subscribestar.adult project of mine, and I’m really into it!), and Anne has a dozen shows she wanted to watch on about as many streaming networks. So we stayed up, went to bed late, and I woke up at my normal 6 AM time… only for my body to tell me it wasn’t having that shit, and a nap was going to happen.

After a few hours of attempting to work, I finally gave in and took a nap.

And I dreamed…

I was at the bank, talking with a cashier for whatever reason. This guy beside me, who was also talking to a cashier, became agitated because she wouldn’t accept a sloppy-looking check of his. He argued, but she stayed firm, and after listening to this for several minutes, I decided to try and be helpful. I told him he might have better luck at a smaller place, like a credit union, and rattled off a few I knew in the area.

He seemed receptive, listening and nodding, then said, “Or I can just do this.”

He pulled out a gun. I froze. I had no idea what to do. He was a lot bigger than me, and I watched in disbelief as he moved his gun arm towards me and started shooting…

Me.

Point blank.

I dropped to the ground.

My vision went first.

My hearing dulled next.

I felt the bullets as they entered my body, but oddly they didn’t hurt – I just felt their pressure. I felt my grip on reality slip, and this strange sort of encompassing darkness began cradling me, and my heart, for some reason, started beating hard in my chest.

I was dying.

It was then that I somehow became aware that this was a dream, so I pulled myself out of it, snapping awake and looking wildly around me. My heart was going crazy, so I closed my eyes and forced myself to calm down. I then grabbed my phone and started typing all this while it was still fresh in my mind (cause, you know, writer, and there’s a good chance I could make an interesting Erotic Urban Legends story using this as the catalyst).

Honestly, I’m still shook. The news lately has been getting to me far more than I let on. Hopefully, this is a one-off event and not the start of a trend. I don’t think I could mentally deal with a recurring dream like that… 😩

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[inventingreality]

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[storyunrelated]

There’s a lot of buzzzzz around the town about this one, bee sure of that.

@flashfictionfridayofficial (Sweet surprise)

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He was wheezing, but you wouldn’t have been able to make it out over the sound of the buzzing. The sound of the buzzing was deafening. It made the windows rattle, it made it hard to think.

Not that anyone was there to try and listen to how he was struggling to breathe, of course. The sheer number of bees filling the room would have deterred all but the most determined and the best equipped, and that was assuming anyone had known he was there in the first place, which no-one did.

He was alone. And he was full of bees.

This, really, was the cause of his woes. The human body was not made to accommodate bees. It could, in a pinch, perhaps contain one or two - swallowed by accident, maybe - or even a great deal more than one or two worn as a tasteful (and surprisingly heavy) beard, if you were down for that sort of thing.

But it was not made to be a hive, which is what he basically now was. His skin pockmarked with bee-sized entrances and exits, his nose and eyes dribbling honey, his interior spaces packed with honeycomb and tiny, writhing, buzzing bodies. By all accounts he shouldn’t even have still been alive.

And yet he was, as he had been for days now in this state, unable to stand, barely able to breathe, incapable of calling for help, ears full of buzzing and eyes fixed on a point some great distance away, seeing nothing.

At some point – it didn’t matter when, the room didn’t have a window and his watch was covered in bees  -  he managed, through supreme force of will, to raise a hand to his face, where it feebly rubbed some of the leaking honey away.

Experimentally, without giving it much thought, he stuck out his sting-swollen tongue and touched it to the honey, just because it was on his hand and was sticky and his mind was thick enough it seem the natural thing to do.

A pause. His hand dropped back to his side.

“Sweet…I’m sweet…” he said to himself before breaking into giggles.

Or at least as close to giggles as he could manage.

More twitching and hissing, really.

Hissing with a buzzing edge.

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[talesfromgringolandia]

Bo and Shen Ch.2 - A Child's Longing

Inspired by this art by Ellysiumn, found on r/WritingPrompts

"You ever wonder what they are?"

Bo looked up from his book at Shen, who hung from the banister by her elbows, staring at the lights that barely drifted above the trees. "They always show up around this time o' year. It's hardly a novel occurrence," he replied.

"I know, I know, but what are they?" she sighed, sinking even deeper than before. Bo wasn't quite sure how her elbows supported her weight at that angle. "Every year, they float out of the swamp and light up the night. They're so pretty and we 'ave no idea what they are."

"Well, what do you think they are?" Bo prompted, flipping through his book. That should keep her going for a while.

"I don't know. Maybe they're some kind of plant that needs to spread their seeds, and so when the fruit fully grows they float away to look for a sunny hill." Shen stood up and began pacing the deck. "Maybe they're like rocks or something that floats around when the river tide is low! Or maybe they're eggs! Like, really really big insect eggs that need to get everywhere so that the entire species is never in one place! Or maybe those insects are really territorial and hate each other so much that they want to throw their eggs away as far as possible so that they never ever ever need to see another insect!"

She turned excitedly to Bo to see him calmly reading his book, and instantly deflated. "Yer not listenin', are yeh?"

"Somethin’ somethin’ rocks, somethin’ somethin’ insects," Bo recited without looking up. "Here, come look at this."

"At what?" Shen sat down on the arm of the chair and peered down at Bo's books.

"They're Relko eggs." On the paper was an illustration of one of the glowing ellipses that currently filled their view. Most of the page was taken up by text, which Bo proceeded to read aloud. "'A large reptile that lives in the trees. Relko are dangerous predators which prey upon fish and birds. Their habitat is swamp...' yada yada... 'the egg employs an incredibly exotic mechanism to protect the chick inside from predators, including adult relko. As summertime approaches and the eggs are about to hatch, they detach from their roots, where they are guarded by their mother, and float into the air. After a couple hours, the egg will open from the bottom, dropping the chick, hopefully onto some trees, where it will be able to hide and avoid predators.' So there ya go. They're a weird kind of egg."

"Wow," shen sighed in amazement. "So I was pretty close, huh? They do need to get away from each other, so they float away!" She leapt from the chair arm and tip-toed across the room, trying to imitate a floating egg. "That book’s actually pretty cool!"

"Amazing right?" Bo replied sarcastically. "We can actually learn things without riskin’ our lives."

Shen twirled around the balcony oblivious to Bo's remark. "We should get one."

"One what?"

"A relker."

"A-a what? Did you not hear the part about relko bein' dangerous?"

"Yeah, but we can train it. All we need is the egg and it'll hatch right ‘ere!"

"Ok. Shen," Bo closed the book and laid it on the table beside him, leaning forward to focus on his sister. "All yer other ideas at least made an ounce of sense, given what we knew at the time. They were understandable. But you now want to bring a dangerous predator into our home."

"We can train it." Shen gazed cheerily at Bo, who stared, uncomprehending, back at her for a couple seconds.

Finally he replied. "Shen, we are not bringing a dangerous reptile into this house."

Her smile fell, replaced by a pouting face. "But it's not dangerous! We'll train ‘im good!"

"No."

With that, Shen punched him in the shoulder, then ran inside and slammed the door behind her. Bo rubbed the bruise, and gazed out at the strange eggs that illuminated the bog. "Dammit Shen," he muttered. Despite what he tried to present, he was always moved a little by his sister's attempts at adventure. "Some day yer gonna make me do somethin' I'll regret."

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[writingdotcoffee]

Good story ideas seem to come quite literally from nowhere, sailing at you right out of the empty sky: two previously unrelated ideas come together and make something new under the sun. Your job isn’t to find these ideas but to recognize them when they show up.

Stephen King

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[wildcards1407]

Submissions Calls!

We've got two submissions calls over at Amphibian Press right now. Submissions Link: https://www.amphibianpress.online/submissions.html

WE CAME TO DANCE

STORIES OF QUEER JOY IN SUPPORT OF CLUB Q

Amphibian Press welcomes you to stand up with us as we support Club Q through storytelling. On November 19, 2022, an LGBT community hub and nightclub called Club Q was attacked by a shooter in Colorado Springs. Five people were murdered. Someone tried to destroy not just individual queer folx’ lives, but a safe place for the LGBT community. Someone silenced the music everyone in the club had come to celebrate with gunfire. We can’t let that happen. So, let’s tell stories of queer joy, queer music, and queer dance, and let’s donate all the proceeds to Club Q!

WHAT WE LIKE: gender and culture-diverse characters, found family, community solidarity, stories of love, comfort and hope. Grieving is okay to portray, as long as it’s shown in the context of grief in community and support.

WHAT WE DON'T LIKE: nihilistic or hopeless narratives, portrayal of bigotry that reinforces or applauds it, violence, toxic relationships. Don’t send anything that plays into the Bury Your Gays or Crying In The Closet tropes please.

Theme: Music, going clubbing, going dancing, and finding joy in the music and/or club scene in an LGBT context

Word Count: 5-15K

Pay: donation

Submission Period: December 5 2022-February 10 2023

Submission Decisions Announced: March 21

Publication: April 2023

PLAYING WITH A FULL DECK: STORIES OF HOPE IN HARD TIMES.

A WILDCARDS SHARED WORLD ANTHOLOGY​

Amphibian Press welcomes you to take your run through the world of O.E. Tearmann’s Aces High, Jokers Wild series. We want to see stories through the eyes of people just trying to get by in this future America owned by seven corporations. Tell us your stories of hope in hard times, people making it work, and the little people figuring out the ways around the system.

WHAT WE LIKE: gender and culture-diverse characters, found family, positive anarchist elements and stories of hope. Bonus points if you get a cameo of one of the characters in the Aces High, Jokers Wild series in there.

WHAT WE DON'T LIKE: nihilistic or hopeless narratives, portrayal of bigotry that reinforces or applauds it, gratuitous violence.

Details on the culture and setting https://www.oetearmann.com/the-orientation-packet

Details on the Characters https://www.oetearmann.com/personnel-page

Word Count: 5-10K

Pay: $250/story

Submission Period: December 5 2022-April 30 2023

Submission Decisions Announced: June 21 2023

Publication: October 2023

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[longdariavampysilver]

^18^

It was the first time that have come closer to me, and with a shy way, he has told me: “They will organize everything perfectly. Will have already to all the options of the case, and you will see if we would have to face up to a group of creatures, we will be the winners. I have seen the creature that he has killed: i’ve met her days before, and it was really bigger than Will, and he has killed…

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[rho-kassiopeia]

Writing is just Googling words to make sure that you’re using them correctly.

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[betterbbooks]

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