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"Writers Circle", for those of us that love to write where we can join together and share our stories with each other and for those that love to read what we have written. Post blogs, poems, thoughts...ect.
Latest Activity: Mar 24, 2018
Group Owner: Shawn Blackwolf
Since joining Pagan Space I have read many wonderful blogs, poems, stories, thoughts...ect by many of my talented many talented people here. Being an avid writer myself I have noticed that not many take time to read our words. Much of the reason is life can become fast pace and with so many with life's hectic schedule they don't take time to read our work. Pouring our heart and soul into a article and having only a few read it or sometimes no-one can become discouraging. I decided to open a group, "Writers Circle", for those of us that love to write where we can join together and share our stories with each other and for those that love to read what we have written. Post blogs, poems, thoughts...etc and go back to your notes and find some of your older writings that you feel was good but never read. This is my invitation to you to join our group and let's keep it clean and decent for everyone to read. Thank you for your time and I hope to see you in group. - Many Blessings - William WindWalker
Please keep pictures and videos to a minimum unless it pertains to something that you have written. This being a writers group. Thank you - William
Once upon a timeMy worst dreamsAnd nightmaresA broken tapeReplaying in the subconciousOf a lonely mindVeins turn to iceTossing and turningLooking for that open doorSweat pouring downMy ghosts are gainingOnce uponMy last lullabyHello i am new to this site. Decided to be sociable and actually participate and join a group. :) For some reason every time someone reads this poem they think I'm suicidal. Let me tell you that is NOT the case, so no worries. I just write without thinking and what ever…Continue
I am getting to the point in my "patchwork narrative" project to thinking about reformatting the current serial flash fiction on a tumblr blogsite http://postapocalypse13.tumblr.com/ into a paginated book format. Any suggestions?To be clear, this is not about publishing, but reformatting. I am looking for online platforms to create and post an e-book.Continue
I haven't said this in a long timebut I wanna get it off my mindI haven't dreamed of you for a long whilebut dreams never seem so realYou haven't stopped for some timebut I'll let you borrow mineYou haven't gave me a signBut I know its so realI haven't acted like I shouldbut you've never been where I amI have only one thing to saybut you know its trueI haven't said this in a long timeso I'm gonna get it off my mindwherever you are you know its trueBaby, I love youContinue
Chapter 1Moonlight filtered through the clouds and onto the earth below. Roses as red as fire swayed in the summer breeze. There was a mysterious feeling in the atmosphere around the decrepit, lonely mansion on the outskirts of the city of Baltimore. In the distant forest, an owl hooted, asking the same question its ancestors had asked for centuries.Two figures stood among the rose bushes, staring at one another. The taller of the two, a man, reached out a hand to the smaller, a young woman in…Continue
Wormhole It was a beautiful sunny day as Alex drove up the rural split 4 lane highway. It was a drive hemade just about every weekend from the big city to a small town out in the country. He workedfor a big company and enjoyed getting away from the hustle and bustle and the stress of his joband the city. He grew up in the suburbs and found the country by necessity of getting away fromthe run around of his busy week.He rented a small apartment cabin in the foothills of the Great Smokey…Continue
“You” The essence of you compels me, The mere thought of you powers my soul.Driven by fire and passionAnd desire beyond my control.Each breath I take belongs to you, Without you I’d wither and die.You alone possess my spiritAnd give wings…Continue
Some days , when she looked in the mirror , she did not recognize herself.Or maybe , the mirror did not recognize her , as she was , heretofor , achild between worlds , by nature itself , no man , yet no woman madeconstruct , instrument , nor design.She was her is , and now , yet been , beyond a where , and yet a when.Existence is perception.The only answer that makes sense.Then I exist.I percieve , therefore I am...I am awake...I am asleep...Yet , I am the dreaming , and the dream.The mirror…Continue
I would like some critique with this piece. It will become a magazine article and an intro to a book if i can get it right :) I edit myself out of material, even though i know better :). So this detailed format is new for me. I usually have to work with 750 words or less for the online magazines. Hard copy requires much more. Help?An Introduction To EmpathyEmpathy, for the majority of us, is the ability to imagine, identify with and feel compassion for another’s expressed emotional or physical…Continue
Here is something I wrote on my own blog Irelandrainorshine.blogspot.com. Its a fairly new blog I've created which I hope will concentrate on Ireland, its folklore and my life here. I don't mean to advertise it but its relevant as the home of this piece. Please could anyone who is kind enough to read it let me know what they think? Its rare to get criticism especially from those who love to write and I would value your thoughts. Here goes: Its a funny old world right enough.Saturday…Continue