Good morning, Flames and Readers of the Flame!

This month has seen some great inspiration. Not just in topics, but for genre as well. Sadly, this is our last reading for March, but after a brief interlude for art, RicoChey will be taking the reigns and delivery our prompts for April.

Also, you might want to join Bardi and Kathy (darlinleo) in writing A Poem A Day for April. We'll have a sub-menu on the wordpress page for you to share links to your APAD poetry, or message me with your wordpress url and I'll give you author rights to share your APAD directly to the page on the Brigit's Flame wordpress site.

Our week four assignment from darlinleo was to ramp up the suspense while writing for the theme "The Devil I have Not Met".
Our own cedarwolfsinger was on a musical retreat this weekend and was not able to contribute so bluegerl wins March by default, but check out her competitive submission as well all of the just for fun entries and share some love.

Your reading list awaits:

Title: Come Again
Author: Bluegerl
Word Count: 190
Warnings: none


Title: The Cheap Thrill
Author: skyllairae
Word Count: 560
Warnings: suspense, hopefully :)

Title: The Devil's Apprentice
Author: Bluegerl
Word Count: 488
Warnings: none

Title: Waking Up
Author: jlly_Tami
Word Count: 2,555
Warnings: some violence and adult situations/references

Get your reading done early and cast your votes by 11:45pm on Wednesday. Since the winner is predetermined, you can have as many votes as you want.

Don't forget to drop a note to your fellow writers to let them know they are appreciated. If it's an off-site blog and you have trouble with commenting, feel free to share your comments here and we'll pass them along. In fact, I encourage you to share some public thoughts below with the community. Let's talk about what we read, together.

We love it when our Embers write, but we also need the community to come together and read what's being submitted. Even if you didn't have time to write this week, please take a few minutes to read and encourage your friends to read as well. Share our fire!

Good sunshiney morning, Flames. March is one of our special five-week months, so we have an Art Contest Mini for your entertainment! Don't forget to keep your eyes open for Week Four voting as well.

Netflix has a habit of giving me exactly what I want. Most recently, it gave me one of my favorite television series in its entirety: 3rd Rock from the Sun. For those of you who are not familiar (for which you should be ashamed), 3rd Rock is about a team of aliens who land on Earth with the common goal of studying human nature. Using this simple premise, the show examines completely average topics but, of course, makes them hilarious and points out (even more glaringly than life already does) just how ridiculous so many of our human customs seem. In this episode, S4:E16 "Superstitious Dick", the High Commander, Dick Solomon, discovers human superstition when he is given a chain letter. I had forgotten all about chain letters, despite the fact that Facebook and Tumblr still circulate a certain version of such a thing. I never believed in them, for which I am grateful. I don't think I could have handled the psychological stress caused by realizing I had improperly forwarded such a thing.

That is not to say, however, that I am never superstitious. My superstitions just happen to be pretty unique to me, as opposed to following a social trend like letters, broken mirrors, or black cats. Honestly, I think a lot of it is just an extension of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, with which I live. I'm pretty sure the fear of leaving the mustard in the wrong slot inside my refrigerator door will cause me a terrible comeuppance is not a socially acceptable superstition. I am, however, rather fascinated by old folk legends and wives' tales, particularly those with a magic(k)al background. To this day, I smirk to myself when a broom falls in the kitchen, and I am never surprised when unexpected company arrives that same day.

Are you superstitious? If so, will you share a few of your beliefs or suspicions? If not, why? Do you consider superstition to be legitimate, or a little hokey?
Good morning, Flamfolk!

Our topic this week is nail-biting, edge-of-your-seat, suspenseful thrill writing in the form of "The Devil I Have Not Met". (I probably blew up the comma rules on that sentence. Forgive?)

I absolutely love a good thriller. Though I prefer psychological thrillers to the gore and mayhem kind - Elizabeth George is a good writer for that. One of my favorite books of hers is in the Detective Inspector Thomas Lynley series and is called "In Pursuit of the Proper Sinner".

I enjoy that moment when you get to the last line of a chapter and you slowly turn the page wondering through all of the possible outcomes - those Sherlock brain cells firing off theories mere nanoseconds before you find out What Happened. It's almost as much fun as the ratcheting haul up the roller coaster just before gravity swoops you down the other side.

Have you read any good thrillers lately? Share please?


Be sure to join in the writing fun for this week's topic.

Congrats to cedar and bluegerl on making it to week four. Don't forget that JFF entries are still welcome - if the devil gives you a reason to write.
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([personal profile] ricochey Mar. 23rd, 2015 07:10 am)

Goooooood morning, Brigit’s Flame!

The final topic for March is up and it’s delicious. How will you encounter The Devil I Have Not Met?

I have both a sentence AND an anecdotal question for you this morning. First, let me tell you how I spent my weekend. I went out Friday night with a friend to watch her have her septum pierced, and now I am obsessed with the idea of having my ears redone.

In 2010, I have 10g horseshoes in both ears. I was working up to a 6g because that’s where all the good jewelry starts. While visiting friends, I had an accident which led to the left one being RIPPED OUT by a car door. It took ten stitches to put my earlobe back together and eventually I let the right one close up on its own. I hadn’t considered starting over. Now it’s all I can think about.

I’m not one for body art, at least not for myself. For one thing, I don’t like needles. For another, I don’t like permanence, commitment, or damaging small parts of me irreversibly. So, ya know, piercings and tattoos are beyond me. They’re so beautiful though, when well executed. I always think someday I’ll be brave and inspired enough to have something done, but I ALWAYS punk out. I’m just a big weenie.

Are you a fan of body modification? Do you have any pieces you’d like to tell us about, or even show us? As with many, is it an addiction for you, or just a whimsy?

I also have a starter sentence for you! If you don’t remember the rules, just make sure you’re only contributing ONE sentence at a time, and that you’re allowing at least two turns in between your last turn and your current one. Here we go!: “I awoke to the shrill sound of something scraping along the length of the tall, glass windows…”

Hello, Flamefolk!

The prompt this week is "Live To Tell The Tale" and our host has indicated that she wants to hear the tales of what you have experienced that has steeled you -- what has made you into the person you are today.

I'd like something else. ;)

When I first read the prompt, I heard Professor McGonagall admonishing Harry and the gang in a girls' lavatory over the body of a fully grown mountain troll. Then my brain flipped around the emphasis a little and I found myself thinking, "What if we lived in a manner befitting the main character in a book?"

Most of us go through our lives doing mundane things like school, work, and caring for our families. We live most days like they are lists of chores and appointments. Consider with me, today, what it would take to step out of that routine and be larger than life for a bit? Maybe larger than life isn't for you. Would you try 'kinder than most' or 'funny as hell'?

If your life were being aired as a reality show - the good kind, not that slice of the worst of humanity bs - what kind of wonderful things could you do to make your followers love you more?

Also, just for fun, what would be your best possible meal assignment on Cutthroat Kitchen?

#gowrite for the week three prompt mentioned above - deadline is Sunday.

Cedar has asked me to remind you guys that there is a NaNo event coming next month - Camp NaNoWriMo. Unfortunately, this link doesn't have much info on what it is. I watched a couple of youtube videos and it seems like a more loosely structured NaNo event running through the month of April. There are cabins, but I think they are virtual, so you don't have to worry bout someone putting your hand in a warm bowl of water while you are sleeping.

Congrats to bluegerl whose story earned the most votes for week two. There are no writers eliminated going into week three.
Reminders only today.

Be sure to read, comment, and vote on the week two submissions for "What Worlds May Come".

There's still time to write for week three - "Live To Tell The Tale".

Are there any workshops you would like to explore? Maybe we can do it together. Comment your suggestions below.
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([personal profile] ricochey Mar. 16th, 2015 07:05 am)

The Week Two voting poll has opened, and now it’s up to us to choose our favorites! Remember to offer feedback and encouragement where able (and willing) — we’re here to grow!


Next on the table, the Week Three topic is up, and I feel like it is just BEGGING me to jump in. Will you Live to Tell the Tale?


A few days ago, I posted the following status to Facebook:

“I dreamt Daniel (my boyfriend) and I were holed up in an underground base with a bunch of other survivors in a high tech research and combat training facility during a zombie apocalypse. The scourge had evolved to greater strength, speed, and cognition. In the base, we were safe. We could train, study, and live without the constant vigilance we’d needed above ground (except when we went out scouting or hunting to thin the numbers), and we were alright.

Then the ground above us began to shake. The scourge was clawing, scraping, and gnawing down through the earth to get to us, and now they were directly above our heads. The alliance we thought we had with the people in the white coats broke in an instant — they piled into an elevator tube and disappeared, bidding us good luck as the ceiling continued to tremor.

People began to scream and scatter. Daniel and I, armed and always ready, stood side by side, eyes up. I looked into his face. “I love you,” I said resolutely. He met my eyes and shook his head, having found the only fear left in my face. “I’m not worried,” he said, pulling me into a kiss just as the metal above us began to groan.

And I woke up.”


This isn’t the first dream I’ve ever had that made me want to write. Beyond the fact that it reflects some things I am actually processing in real life (only vaguely metaphorically), it also speaks to the tendency of my subconscious to bully me into writing more often. I suppose, if you should listen to anyone, it’s the part of your mind that knows you better than you do.


Do your dreams ever inspire you?

Good morning, Flames!

For week two darlinleo asked us to write for the theme "What Worlds may Come". I look forward to reading your submissions and to seeing what worlds you came up with :D

Your reading list awaits:

Title: Dreams
Author: ayumidah
Word Count: 213
Warnings: none

Title: ... What worlds may come?
Author: Bluegerl
Word Count: 730
Warnings: none

Title: The Storm Before the Calm
Author: cedarwolfsinger
Word Count: 470
Warnings: none

Title: Green Opal Gateway
Author: missflyer
Word Count: 588
Warnings: none


Title: Telekinesis
Author: skyllairae
Word Count: 126
Warnings: none

Title: What worlds may come? Poem
Author: Bluegerl
Word Count: 170
Warnings: none

Get your reading done early and cast your votes by 11:45pm on Wednesday. For the March week two prompt we will not need to vote to eliminate, just appreciate. For that reason, you have three votes to cast.

Don't forget to drop a note to your fellow writers to let them know they are appreciated. If it's an off-site blog and you have trouble with commenting, feel free to share your comments here and we'll pass them along. In fact, I encourage you to share some public thoughts below with the community. Let's talk about what we read, together.

We love it when our Embers write, but we also need the community to come together and read what's being submitted. Even if you didn't have time to write this week, please take a few minutes to read and encourage your friends to read as well. Share our fire!

Contest only poll

JFF only poll

Good morning, Flamefolk and other writerly followers. Happy Thors Day!

I’m wondering today how far you’ve gotten in your planning or writing for the topic of “What Worlds May Come”? What kind of world has come to you?

Whenever I see a new prompt, I find multiple and varied possibilities pinging my brain. This one, in particular, sounds to me like a vow an Astronaut might utter. “I will go through this life with you - what worlds may come.”

Then there’s the part of my memory that’s been tickled lately to log my personal non-fiction moments. What worlds does that bring me to? The ones in the books I’ve read, but also (and more so) the comic books. What is it about comics that each series feels so otherworldly? I’m not even talking about the obvious ones like The Sandman, which is a glimpse of many worlds and eras through the eyes of a god. Consider Gotham. It is designed as a city - just a metropolitan place in the world like New York City, London, Hong Kong - but through the addition of madmen and nearly impossible technology it feels like it could never exist on this planet.

The world of mutants in the X-men series has familiar governments, political undertones, even weaves its characters into the history of our world by showing them as soldiers in known wars and victims of some of our worst atrocities. Yet when I’m in those shiny pages I don’t feel like I’m on this Earth. It’s more of an alternate universe with a similar track that deviated before I was born.

These are just two examples of worlds the creators made that were distinctly Earth-like, but there are more that described to us actual other worlds - like the territories of The Green Lantern and the Guardians of the Galaxy.

Do you think this excess of uncanny or transcendental situations and settings is due more to the target audience or the addition of pictures where words would be?

Whatever the cause, there is a freedom in science fiction and fantasy to imagine anything, and it seems to me the freedom is even greater with comics - despite there being far fewer pages.

Talk to me about comics today. Do you love or hate them? What are some of your favorites and why? Are there any you have always wanted to read, but never dove into? How do you think comics or graphic novels compare to pulp fiction? Have you ever tried or wanted to create a comic of your own?


Reminders again, but just two.

A quick congratulations to missflyer who came out ahead on votes for the week one topic "Local Color". There were no eliminations, so all are contestants are free to #gowrite for us about "What Worlds May Come"

Add a line to our growing tale from Monday's game.


#brigitsflame #flamechatter #writinggroup
Today is Reminders only, I'll be back to chat with you tomorrow.

Tonight at 11:45 pm EST the poll closes for the vote on week one's topic "Local Color". Be sure to read, vote, and spread the comment love.

Sunday is closing in on us. Have you started writing for "What Worlds May Come"? Don't miss out. Even if you missed week one, you can submit to week two's topic as a JFF [Just For Fun] submission.

Monday, Ricochey kicked the week off with group story build. Go add your line to the tale.

Have a great Hump Day and I'll see you tomorrow.

#gowrite #govoteflames #commentlove #brigitsflame
Good morning. Before we begin, let me remind me that the Week Two topic has launched. What Worlds May Come to you in Week Two?

In similar news, the entrants from Week One humbly request your readership and evaluations. What do you make of their Local Color?

On to the mulligan chapter of this Chatter. Last week, I threw you an opening line and asked you to expand upon it. I think last Monday was particularly gloomy one indeed, so let's have a do-over!

Rules of Engagement: You may comment only one sentence at a time. Be sure to check "notify me of responses" so that you can keep up! The only other rule is, you must allow at least two other people to take a turn before you jump in for another. Ready? Go!

"Something fell heavily from above and struck me upon the crown of my head."
Good morning, Flames!

We have started a new month's contest, hosted by our own darlinleo. For week one she has asked us to write about our own "Local Color". I'm eager to read your submissions on this one. I had a devil of time getting started on mine and then ran out of time once I finally got going. I'm glad to see that the rest of you had no such trouble.

Be sure to give a warm welcome to our new writer Flammarionn. We are glad to have you writing with us!

Here's the reading list:

Title: Life Author
Author: [personal profile] ayumidah
Word Count: 237
Warnings: none

Title: The Death of Marilyn Monroe
Author: Bardiphouka
Word Count: 208
Warnings: none

Title: Hometown
Author: Bluegerl
Word Count: 340
Warnings: none

Title: Rail by rail, till it is lost in fleeces
Author: Flammarionn
Word Count: 562
Warnings: none

Title: The Colors of the Season
Author: cedarwolfsinger
Word Count: 571
Warnings: none

Title: Reclining on the balcony
Author: missflyer
Word Count: 145
Warnings: none

Get your reading done early and cast your votes by 11:45pm on Wednesday. This will be the new fixed day for voting deadlines on regular contests. It will help us determine who moves into the next round early enough in the week for the contestants to act. For the March week one prompt we will not need to vote to eliminate, just appreciate. For that reason, you have three votes to cast.

Don't forget to drop a note to your fellow writers to let them know they are appreciated. If it's an off-site blog and you have trouble with commenting, feel free to share your comments here and we'll pass them along. In fact, I encourage you to share some public thoughts below with the community. Let's talk about what we read, together.

We love it when our Embers write, but we also need the community to come together and read what's being submitted. Even if you didn't have time to write this week, please take a few minutes to read and encourage your friends to read as well. Share our fire!

Good morning, Flamefolk.

Darlinleo's topic post has had me thinking all week about the sounds, sights, and scents of my hometown. And the fact that my hometown is not a town, but a soulless sprawling suburb with ineffective public transportation and no central area where people just chill together and have conversations on which I can eavesdrop.

Where do you go to find the "color" for your characters when it's not happening naturally? What kind of memories do you pull from?

In addition to having trouble finding a jumping off point for this week's topic, I have a concern of sounding inauthentic or appropriating someone else's culture. I also don't want to appear to be making fun of or mocking my neighbors. I love the diversity of the cultural make-up of home. In the office where I'm working, just in the accounting areas, there are people from seven different South American countries, three Carribean Islands, five Central American countries, and a smattering of people from India. The woman who shares my workspace was born in India, but grew up in Nigeria and then South Africa. Her voice alone could keep me writing for a week. I love the way she says. "Here." It's very crisp and has a distinct 'y' in it. I told her this and immediately worried that she would think I was making fun of her - I wasn't.

So I'm trying to find some balance to describe, in a fiction format, what it is like being in the minority nationality while living in the nation of your birth. And to pass on how flavorful that experience can feel, while at the same time always feeling like the outsider who has to have things like food explained to them.

Talk to me

Reminders -
Go vote. This is your last chance. The final week of drabble is waiting for you. #govoteflames #goread #commentlove

Go write. You've got a few days still, but why wait. Go write some "Local Color" today. #gowrite

We are now taking application for guest chatter hosts. Apply within.
As we are spreading into all of the crevices of our Wordpress home, it seemed prudent to create some 'about me' profiles for the mod team so people who are new to the community can get to know little about them that their writing may take too long to uncover.

In addition to the bio information, a sense of dedication underlies the reason we are here to be moderators and maintainers of your community. For this reason, I wanted to share the individual testimonials on all of the sites. You should know how we feel.

Bardi -
Once upon a time, shuttling between countries, there was a writer of odds and ends. Stories and jingles and poetry and documentaries. Even sports writing from time to time. The important thing was to use the words.

...Then came bardi 2.0 and then bardi 2.1 and the words were replaced by actual working.

..The years went by, as words do. The original Bardi, in the States, discovered NaNoWriMo. In fact, enough that he became a Municipal Liason. And there was Script Frenzy, which faded. And APAD (April Poem a Day) which was sort of a one bardi thing for the most part. And then, being an LJ sort of addict, he discovered Brigit's Flame. He wrote and he edited and he found himself elected as a mod. And he is still here, hoping to do his bit at reinventing the wheel. Or getting you...and you....and the slightly odd person in the corner to help the Flame continue.

.. Gods and dodos what was with all the second person. Of course, it is me and I am guessing you knew that, eh?

 jlly_coppercorn (a.k.a. eadarD00dles on WP) -
I started out as a young storyteller, quite often with an audience of one. Throughout my young life, I desperately wanted to be an artist. I wanted to draw and paint - to create beautiful things - but I had no real talent for it and no real access to the technical training. It wasn't until I crossed the line into my thirties that I realized writing was art too. I came to this epiphany when I found a group of friends who were all equally imaginative and encouraging. One in particular put all of their stories on paper (or in a post) to foist on their friends and ask for feedback. When I tried the same I got a lot of mumbles or excuses, which was either due to terrible writing or the sheer size of the text wall I was putting up in front of them. This taught me two things - I really needed feedback and I needed to find a different group of friends to share my writing with.

In 2008, I started working on a novel, quite by accident, that I took into NaNoWriMo and was able to earn the coveted badge with. I hit that word count goal and kept on going. The writing bug had really gotten under my skin. I was trying to write out a plot for every idea I had when my mind was at rest, but it was all unfocused and could not come to a resolution. Then one day LiveJournal shared Brigit's Flame community in its spotlight section and I clicked over there to have a look.

A new prompt had just gone up. It tickled my senses right away and I proceeded to write a 9k+ word piece of garbage that I was so proud of because it had an end. I had actually finished something! It was pure crap, but it had an end. It took until the following October before I was writing stories people gave me glowing feedback on. In between, I spent almost every moment away from work writing stories, reading the stories written by the community, and socializing in the old flamechat rooms. I was so incredibly happy. I was learning from (and with) my peers and finally productive as a writer (even though most of the writing was still crap). It was communing with the community that drove me, as much as the love of telling a story.

I'm here now to give that back. If I can help someone else to find joy in sharing that spark of creation, feel it grow, and satisfy their inner artist; then I'll have come full circle. If they also find in us a family or safe haven -- we will all burn brighter for it.

cedarwolfsinger - 
In 2008, shortly after I lost my job, my little brother told me about an LJ writers’ community. Then he told me the name. Brigit is one of the many variants of the name of my Patroness – Goddess of the forge, smithcraft, making; of the hearth, the cauldron, healing; and the harp, bardic arts, poetic inspiration. I knew I was being given an opportunity to strengthen my relationship with Brigit, with the craft of writing (which is a spiritual act for me), and with other writers.

I wrote the then moderators, asking to be accepted into the community. (Lacombe later told me it sounded like a job interview!) I was accepted. I found the prompts to be evocative of many things. There were different kinds of prompts: regular word or phrase prompts; visual prompts; musical prompts. I wrote for a bit. The membership exploded because the comm was spotlighted. Mods changed. Some of us had a meet and greet around one of Desert Rose’s visits from Australia.

I wrote. I edited. I helped with/co-hosted “NaNoInFlames” several years. I wrote. I edited. The comments on my posts declined significantly. I began to feel that my work was just not the style of the new members. I stepped back for a bit. My life got complicated. I stopped editing.

Mods changed. I helped out as much as I could. I stopped writing for the comm. Time passed. I decided to write for the comm every month in 2014. That became the year of being poisoned and almost dying three times. My writing, of course, took a hit.

When the mods changed this time, it was much the same. Word went out “We need help to keep the community alive.” I volunteered to write a chatter post. (I didn’t realize it was a blog post until my brother asked me why it wasn’t on my writing resume!) The end of 2014 came around. I did NaNo. Then I blinked, and the next thing I knew they were calling me a “mod”. OK, not a problem, just a surprise, I would have expected to KNOW that I had become a mod. The December Mini Contests happened. And I wrote stories that *I* was proud of and the rest of the world could go hang. (At which point, I got comments and they were largely positive.)

I have written in January, and in February. I plan to write every month, at least the first week. My writing has grown. My spirit has grown. I now self-identify as a writer. I have two writing buddies. I write almost every day – in my journal, for the Flame, for other things. I plan to work on my 2013 NaNo (which was a retelling of the 2008 NaNo because the electronic copy and the manuscript both disappeared), with the goal of at least having a draft I’ll be willing to let some of my folks read and give feedback by the end of the year.

I would not be where I am as a writer, or as a spiritual being were it not for my relationship with Brigit’s Flame and the support and encouragement of the other mods and many of the members.

darlinleo -
I joined Brigit's Flame in early 2009, in hopes of learning how to write for a reading audience. I had, by that time, filled thousands of notebooks with stories, and I loved one in particular. I wanted others to read that story, but wasn't quite so deluded that I didn't realize I was in over my head.

Some of the scenes were problematic, the dialogue and setting descriptions rattled on and on, and I couldn't deftly transition from one chapter to another. I had enrolled in college courses by that time as well, but writing reviews on seventy-five year old literature wasn't really turning me into the writer I wanted to be. An online search of writing communities brought me to LiveJournal, and a few weeks later I was invited to Brigit's Flame by an outstanding community mod and writer, firesign10.

In three years of sharing my stories in weekly contests, I was given feedback, encouragement, in-depth constructive criticism, and generous amounts of online friendship. Some of those friendships grew beyond the boundaries of social networking into cherished, personal relationships that continued long after I had to leave the community and weekly writing to take care of real life responsibilities that had grown to overwhelming proportions.

This community gave me support and inspiration to find myself, as well as a potential lifelong occupation. A world of strangers helped teach me who I was, who I am, and who I want to be. It is a privilege to be back, to be helping my friends bring Brigit's Flame out of it's dark little corner of LiveJournal and begin sharing it with a larger audience.

ricochey -
Enter Stage Left. A seemingly simple woman, of seemingly simple intention. She (both physically and by spirit) is statuesque, bold, and focused. There is something dynamic to be said for her presence. She is a pillar; a potent construct of confidence, both justified and self-indulged. Sick of her yet? I would be too, except she's me. She didn't start that way -- self-assured, vaguely certain of her own skill (though wildly adept at faking something stronger), and legitimately capable.

There was a time when she was clumsy, confused, and fond of using alliteration and sets of threes to compensate for a lack of actual ideas. Then came the Flame. I found the Flame in 2008, when the Community was enjoying its prime. Though I was awash in a sea of writers far more experienced than I, there was an air of welcome and encouragment that subdued any fears I had of submitting that very first week. It's worth mentioning that I scored highly despite no popularity under my belt, and that it definitely boosted my courage to compete again. Though I could sing of its praises at length, I often sang most loudly of the sense of commaraderie, the skilled (and cutthroat) editing team, and the legitimate room to GROW. I came into the game as nothing but raw materials, and now I am a Writer. A capital "w" Writer. That is an irreplacable identity that comes with a skill set one cannot help but to pass on. So, that is what I aim to do. I aim to pass the Flame.

New beginnings are rough, and they take time to foster and cultivate. In most parts of my life, I am impatient and easily discouraged, but the endeavor of bringing the Flame back to a roaring glory is an exception to even those intense flaws. I believe in a place where aspiring writers can come to share, to explore, and to learn. I believe in a place where seasoned writers can challenge themselves, or write without obligation or pressure among like-minded peers. I believe in our senior members, in our ambitious and passionate Mod Hydra, and I believe in the endless potential of anyone who writes so much as one entry and gains from it. An irrefutable wisdom inspires the adage, "There is strength in numbers." I would have the Flame rebuilt upon the shoulders of those who believe in its worth, and made brilliant and glowing by the kindling of those whose talents and dreams burn brighter by its influence.

I write because I am a Writer. I write for the Flame because I am not the only one.

Just a reminder -

We have a vote going on. The last of the February drabble mini-contests is awaiting your opinion. Vote ends tomorrow.

We also have a fresh new prompt series starting this past Sunday. First in line is "Local Color" - come write for us in your native tongue.


The first topic of March is up and available for conquering! Come show us your Local Color!


Let's start the week off right. Are we writers or are we writers? Monday is a legitimate Monday for me, as I work weekdays, so I follow the cliche. My mind is not prepared for its functions on the first day of a new week. Were I a wiser woman, I would flex its muscles to get it moving again. I figure we can be wise together.


Here's the game: I supply the first sentence, and you supply the next one, as a general "Reply" to this post. Only a sentence, and while run-ons are acceptable, know your limits. (As if we have any.) Since we'll be taking turns, the only rule is you have to put at least two people between yourself and your last contribution. No hogging! Ready?


"A lone man streaked through the darkness, and the others pursued him."

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