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Descant (ongoing with deadlines for themed issues) Posted by bintarab March 14, 2010
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picture prompt - ends 21st March Posted by delph_ambi March 14, 2010
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picture prompt - ends 21st March Posted by daniel abelman March 14, 2010
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picture prompt - ends 21st March Posted by delph_ambi March 14, 2010
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picture prompt - ends 21st March Posted by daniel abelman March 14, 2010
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$ Inner Vixen romance writing comp due 1 Jun Posted by bintarab March 13, 2010
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$ Coal Hill Review poetry due 1 Aug to 1 Nov Posted by bintarab March 13, 2010
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$ AHWA Horror Flash & Short Story Comp due 31 May Posted by bintarab March 13, 2010
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Let me introduce myself..... Posted by daniel abelman March 13, 2010
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Zombiality Anthology: A Queer Bent due 27 Jun '10 Posted by bintarab March 13, 2010
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By Valerie Muriel Mckinley
Published: October 6, 2008
Updated: October 6, 2008
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Poor little sparrow. Feathers fluffed out eyes a glint like little brown beads he was frozen by fear. Adrift on the leaf littered flagstones flight apparently impossible; I approached quietly, cautiously. Stock still and silent, he sat, a single feather lifted slightly in the winter wind. I stooped and tenderly scooped his tiny form into my palm. My reward, immediate and messy. I felt his tiny heart quicken; watched his beak open and close soundlessly. Gently I placed him on the bird table out of feline harms way. sprinkled some seed and left water in a jam jar lid. By dusk, his body stiff teeny talons pointed skyward, his winged soul already freedom flown . 349 Views -
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