Party Time: The Community Storyboard Is Back!

The Community Storyboard is back and ready for submissions!  Read the guidelines below or click here.

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We’re back!!!

After careful consideration and discussions with a panel of experts (we hear voices), we are implementing some not so drastic changes.  In the spirit of keeping this a fair and fun community for everyone, we have rearranged some privileges, made some editorial changes, and adjusted our guidelines.  Some of you who had free posting privileges prior to our closure may now find that you are restricted and need an editor’s approval before posting.  After a history of consistent quality posts, you may regain privileges to post without editor approval.  This is not anything personal or a judgment against your writing or talent, but we are striving to take the CSB in a more positive direction.  To do so, we need to establish more quality control.

Going forward, we ask that people remember that this website is about feedback.  The ‘C’ stands for Community and we mean it.  Even if you dislike a piece, please feel free to comment on it with respect and integrity.  Consistently coming to the editors with an issue about works that are represented on the blog does not help the author in question learn and grow.  If discussions do get heated and cross the line of civility, the editors will step in and there will be the risk of removal of offending party(ies).

Without further ado, here are the New Guidelines!

  • This blog is intended to feature Short fiction, non-fiction and poetry, as well as art pieces and musical works. We would prefer if your submission was no longer than 1000 words long, unless it has been arranged prior.
  • We ask that you limit your posting to 1 piece per day unless you are an editor or have previous permission.  The exception to this rule is during contests, prompts, and themes that require more than one post per day.
  • The work you submit must be original and all rights must belong to you. If you are submitting work for someone else, you must include a signed release with your submission. Any work that is deemed as not original will be promptly removed from the site and you will no longer be allowed to participate. This includes any art work or photos that are an accompaniment to your writing, unless it is public domain.
  • Your work will be published as determined by the editors of this site, and on the schedule that works for them.
  • We will not edit your work for you. It will be published as is.
  • We maintain the right to refuse to publish a work at our discretion and without any further explanation.
  • We do not claim any rights to your work. It is yours to do with as you wish. If you no longer wish to have your work featured on the site, please use the contact form on the Submission Guidelines Page. Please remember to include the title of your post so that we may easily find and remove it. It may take up to 72 hours for it to be removed from the site.
  • Please keep in mind this is a community.  Choose only your best stuff and post the rest to personal blogs.
  • The formatting of your piece will be handled by our editors, unless you have posting privileges. WordPress sometimes does odd things. We will do the best we can to ensure that it comes out looking great.
  • If you are submitting an excerpt of a published book, please also send us a link to the book and the publisher information.
  • Fan Fiction will NOT be accepted.
  • NO self-promoting via single links to your blog with no other content.
  • All content on this site is property of the individual author. If you are going to use it in part or in whole somewhere else, you must have permission from the author first, with the exception of reblogs.
  • Please include the links to your website/sales pages with your work if you wish to have them posted.
  • Please note: It may take up to a week for one of our editors to get back to you.
  • If you wish to have a photo included with your submission please note this at the top of your submission and we will send you the appropriate email to submit it to. We kindly ask that you limit your photos to one per submission, unless you are doing a photography post that has been previously approved.
  • Please ensure that your photos are appropriate for all audiences and are not offensive.  This includes graphic nudity, violence/gore, sexuality, and anything else that may be construed as inappropriate.

We hope everyone has a good time here and shares in the joy of reading and writing–Thank you, the editorial team.

Keep a look out for a post about coming events such as an artist contest and the bi-monthly theme, which will be replacing the weekly prompts.

Spider Webs and Pearls: Response to Nov. 17 Writing Prompt

My contribution to this week’s writing prompt at CSB. Just goes to show that one of the benefits of participating in NaNoWriMo is all the material I’m accumulating for blog writing 🙂

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Here’s my “contribution” to this week’s writing prompt:  A snippet from my work in progress.

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What she loved most about camping was waking up in the early morning hours, when there was still dew on everything.  She would wander about the campsite while Derrick would make the coffee.  He did all the work when they camped, all the cooking, cleaning, packing.  She just had to be there.  That’s all he ever wanted and that was easy enough for her to give.

The first time they took off together, they weren’t even married yet, but she had finally turned 18 and he had finally given in to her.  They were planning to marry, probably just a justice of the peace ceremony since her parents were not thrilled by her decision to marry Derrick and eschew college.  “For what?,” they kept asking her.  “To stay home and make babies?  You’re…

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Weekly Prompt for November 17, 2013

Here it is: The week’s writing prompt from the CSB! This time the prompt is a photo. Submit whatever tickles your fancy and remember to link back to the prompt. Have fun 🙂

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Dewy Spider Web

For this week’s writing prompt, consider this photo and write something–a poem, a short story, an essay, a prose piece–that relates back to this photo.  It is a dewy spider web.  But you might see it differently.  Please link to this post when you submit your own.  Enjoy 🙂

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Weekly Prompt for 10th November – Tomorrow

Here is this week’s writing prompt from The Community Storyboard. It’s all about Tomorrow. Please submit your writing whether it be story, poem, essay, dialogue, whatever Tomorrow brings to your imagination.

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Weekly Prompt for 10th November – Tomorrow

A few weeks ago we had the prompt ‘yesterday’, which I really enjoyed. However, I am more interested in tomorrow and the anticipation of what that holds, what the future holds. So for this weeks prompt I would like to see what you can come up with regarding ‘Tomorrow’. Write anything related to tomorrow, or even just use the word tomorrow – your choice.

Please link to this post from your own.

Here is my humble effort.

Tomorrow

They say tomorrow never comes
It never mattered before
Yesterday, today, tomorrow
Were all a bit of a bore
 
A time when tomorrow didn’t exist
Before my world was light
When every day merged into one
Nothing ever seemed right

And then it happened, out of the blue
You appeared in my life
Our love it grew, so very strong
With every…

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Weekly Prompt: Sunday, October 20th, 2013

The weekly writing prompt for The Community Storyboard is here! Please submit and remember to link back to the original prompt post.

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For this week’s prompt,  I would like to see what our poets and storytellers will do with the word “frost”.

Post the words “weekly prompt” in your title if possible.

Also: Any form of the word frost is acceptable, (frosty, frosted, frosting, etc…)

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Weekly prompt: angst and longing in poetic form

New weekly writing prompt from The Community Storyboard!

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Weekly prompt: beginning tomorrow offer up your best poetic pieces with the theme of angst and longing. Any form of poetry is acceptable. To get things started, here is an offering from me:)

Imaginings of us together
Was only ever dreams
A haunted, desperate longing
Or now so it seems

Two flightless, sightless birds
Looking into the sun
Intent on holding on
Needing the warmth of someone

Now in the calmest hours
Before the day has dawned
I reach for you but you’re not there
In this violent stillness you are gone

Caught up in a whirlpool
Of tides that crest and fall
Struggling for oxygen
Making sense of nothing at all

You taught me about love and life
You taught me how to feel
And swiftly I reminded you
That what we had was real

From this endless ocean
I will now swim to the shore
Still echoing your…

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Writing Prompt: Autumn

My contribution to this week’s writing prompt–Autumn–at The Community Storyboard.

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Autumn Memories

the air is crisp and seeps through my sweater and a flannel shirt to cool my skin

the leaves are bursting into a riot of yellow, gold, orange, magenta, blood red

all there is to eat is mulled cider and  pumpkin pie spiced with ginger, nutmeg, and cinnamon

when I was a child, my cat would start sleeping with me again,

instead of spending her night roaming, hunting mice in the cornfields

dry, crunchy leaves raked into mountains in which my brother and I would hide,

waiting for the low rumble of our mother’s car as she pulled into the driveway after work,

jumping up and showering leaves on her as her tired feet carried her down the walkway

the thick sweet smell of candle wax and pumpkin pulp

the flickering light of jack o’lanterns peeking out from neighbors yards in the black of night,

their serrated smiles and angled eyes making me uneasy

Autumn was a pause in life, a time to let things go,

a time to enjoy the beauty of decay and death

Always confident that Spring would eventually come

The Community Storyboard’s Featured Post

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My (long) short story in response to the Community Storyboard’s September 8 Writing Prompt has been awarded a “Featured Post” badge!  And I am sharing this distinction with my pal and partner in blogging, John W. Howell at Fiction Favorites.  You can read John’s writing prompt response here.

Now all you other writers out there, make a visit to The Community Storyboard, submit a story, a poem, a photo, an essay to that week’s writing prompt, and you too may become a recipient of the CSB Featured Post badge!  There’s a new prompt every Sunday, lasting for the whole week.  Join in the fun!

Squirrels: This Time It’s Personal (Part 11)

Continued from Squirrels:  This Time It’s Personal (Part 10), a chain story event started at The Community Storyboard.

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Darlene’s head felt like someone had dropped a safe on it. She didn’t want to open her eyes, afraid of the pain and of what she might see. She could hear and smell the rodents that had thrown her into the back of the SUV. They were snickering and scraping and farting and belching off in some distant corner. She was in a chair and the pain in her wrists and ankles made clear that she was tied to it. And there was some disgusting cotton material stuffed in her mouth. She slowly turned her head toward the sounds and peeked through one eye.

The light was dim, gray almost, maybe it was the pain in her head that made it difficult to see well. She could barely make out the blurry, furry figures off in a corner, around a table. She lifted her head some more, trying hard not to make a sound as a searing hot pain shot up through her neck. She must have been out for a long time.

“Hey, the broad’s awake!” Darlene’s blood ran cold at the raspy voice of the one who had choked her. She could make out the pear-shaped figures as they got up from their chairs and started to move toward her, snickering and fondling their whiskers with their disgusting little hands. Darlene wanted to vomit, but with the rag in her mouth, no way could she give in.

She smelled them long before they were close to her: stale beer, pistachios, and … and … corn. She tried to stare them down, to make them think she wasn’t afraid. But she was terrified. There were three of them, two rodents and a giant covered in hair. Sasquatch!

The rodents circled her chair, walking around and poking her, giggling and laughing as they did. Sasquatch just stood in front of her, his beady red eyes peering out through the thick pelt of hair that covered his face.

“I say we use her in the poker game … a strip poker game. The boss doesn’t need to know that we’ve had a little fun.” One of the goons leaned forward from behind her and Darlene could feel the tickle of his whiskers against her neck. She shivered with revulsion. If only she didn’t have that rag in her mouth, she would have spit at him.

Suddenly she felt something cold and sharp against her throat. The goon leaned even closer, licked her ear and pulled her head back so she was looking at him upside down.

“Now, pretty thing, we’re going to untie you and have you sit with us while we play our game. And you’re going to behave … unless you want your pretty throat cut!” Darlene winced as the knife ever so lightly cut into her skin. She blinked her eyes and the rodent gave her a big toothy grin. Christ, what an overbite he has, Darlene thought as the vermin released her hair and stepped back.

“Don’t cut the ropes, Bob. Just untie them so we can tie her back up afterward. Remember, the boss can’t know!” The rodents laughed, the sound echoing off the metal walls of the warehouse, and Darlene saw them start fondling their nuts … she couldn’t tell if they were acorns or pistachios. Her heart started racing as she felt the ropes loosen on her wrists. The second rodent had knelt in front of her and was working on untying her ankles. She could see that he was also trying to look up her skirt. She was itching to kick him in the nuts, but knew she had to restraint herself. She was too weak. Her power was at its absolute minimum. But somehow she had to get away, or die trying. The Sasquatch just stood there, watching.

Once she was unbound, she was hoisted to her feet. The rodents were grinning widely, their buckteeth so unclean they were almost phosphorescent in the dim light. The Sasquatch stepped forward and extended a huge hairy hand toward her blouse. Then a bright light flashed in front of her, a roaring boom echoed through the cavernous warehouse, and the Sasquatch exploded into hair and gore. Darlene fell to the ground as the rodents dropped her and ran for their guns. Just as quickly, she was picked up again and carried to the other side of the warehouse.

She gazed up at the young man who was cradling her in his arms. He had silky dark hair, smoky blue eyes, and was totally buffed.

“Are you OK?” He asked with such urgency that she almost laughed. Of course, she was OK as long as she was wrapped in his muscular arms. But he was all seriousness and he scowled like he was channeling Mel Gibson’s Hamlet.

“Sam!”

“Dean!” The young man apparently named Sam hugged her closer as he turned toward another rather handsome and more scruffy dirty blond dude coming toward them. The man apparently named Dean looked at Darlene and started to say something when Darlene screamed.

While the two bros were all attentiveness to her, the remaining creepy rodents were slinking along the shadows, machine guns in their hands. The guns went off and Sam, Dean, and Darlene fell to the floor and slithered out of range of the gunfire. The air became more dense and dark as the goons shot up the boxes that were stacked all around them.

“Dean, what should we do?”

“I don’t know, Sam. I wish Cass was here.”

Darlene nestled between the two very fit men, thinking how happy she could be if only they weren’t being fired on by rodents. And there might be a third guy? Hell, she thought, if she had to die, then at least she was in the company of some hot dudes.

“Dean!”

“What, Sammy?”

“What do we do now?”

“Hell if I know, Sam.”

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And hell if I know where this story is going to go ultimately. But, for now, it’s going to go to Belle at Ruminations & Observations!

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September 8 Writing Prompt: The House (A Long Short Story)

Here’s my contribution to this week’s writing prompt at The Community Storyboard. Be forewarned: it’s a story of bloody horror!

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A long short story provided in response to the writing prompt for September 8, 2013:  Friday the 13th Horror!  And being that this is a story of horror, expect some bloody violence.

The weather-worn gray house sat lonely on a great expanse of land, bordered on one side by acres of cornfields and on the other, the lazy curve of the Glenville River as it caressed the edge of the tall grass.  The house looked deserted, and it was.  It had sat vacant for over two decades, but it had been much, much longer since a family had lived in it.  A real family similar to the Kindfellows, who were its original inhabitants:  two doting parents, a bunch of noisy, playful kids.  Back in that day the house was painted a brilliant white, none of its boards out of place, no shingles missing from the roof.  The windows were lined…

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