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Call for Submissions

Prolific Pulse Press LLC is conducting a call for submissions. Details are as follows:

Prolific Pulse Press LLC needs 3 essays and 3 poems about what it is like to be a caregiver of a family member or close friend who has become ill.

We also needs 3 essays and 3 poems about what it is like to be given care by a family member or close friend.

All entries must be speaking from their own firsthand experiences.

Essays should be no longer than 5000 words. Poems should not be longer than 600 words.

Previously published essays and/or poems will be accepted for consideration with the exception of already being published in anthologies or other books.

The 12 winning essays and poems will receive an award of $20 each.

All entries must be in 12 point Times New Roman or Book Antiqua font.

Send entries as attachments to your email.

Deadline: March 31, 2022

A 50 word Bio will be needed with the entries, not after the fact.

What will happen to these?

These are to go into a book by Lisa Tomey and it will be published in August 2022

Releases will be requested for the essay and poem writers to enable publication.

No royalties will be paid, but your names and bios will be included in the book.

There will be an optional open mic for this book event for which any winning entries will be invited to attend and read.

Send entries to prolificpulse@gmail.com

Put Caregiver in the subject line

Questions? email prolificpulse@gmail.com

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Where have all the odd ones gone?

This is a must read for pure fun.

Doug Jacquier's avatarSix Crooked Highways

This piece was written for the Six Sentence Challenge, with the prompt word of ‘reserve’.

When Alfie Centauri announced that he’d discovered where in the universe all the odd socks that disappeared in the weekly wash ended up, the responses from the public were culturally diverse (which of course was much to the satisfaction of ‘woke’ people) and tinged with a sense of reserve.

Hipsters said they never had that problem because they’d given up wearing them years ago to concentrate on growing beards and opening barista bars, where they could converse at length with customers about the quality of the crema and the impeccable FairTrade credentials of their beans.

App developers in Silicon Valley didn’t stop working on ways to embed cheap computer chips in socks so that they could always be tracked down, just like FindMyPhone, using a new technology called FoxMySox.

Obsessive-compulsive people smiled smugly, having…

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poetry, six sentence story

Reserve Me A Space, Please

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Reserve Me A Space, Please

Rather than say it is such an injustice

I will simply say it’s a matter disgustive

Tramping on paths and forests with glee

Be sure you reserve a place for me

I don’t ask too much, but to be free to live

That’s not too much to ask, from your heart to give

…..

This is my poem for submission to the Six Sentence Story. Would you like to join?

Go to Girlie on the Edge and jump in.

TTOT

Ten Things of Thankful-December 3 2021

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As winter is nipping at fall’s behind, it’s time to think of December and all it brings. Happy whatever you celebrate and let’s get to thankfuls which are for all seasons.

  1. Another good treatment for daughter and she is doing so much better.
  2. Another discovery for my own health for the good.
  3. Nice fall days with less eventful surprises.
  4. Being able to take a road trip for a family visit.
  5. So many pieces of happy news from friends.
  6. Our fire personnel who have been called to end the fire at Pilot Mountain.
  7. The fact that as of today the abovementioned fire is 100% contained.
  8. There was a discovery of what caused the fire and that this can turn into an educational moment. May this never happen again.
  9. That there are other options for outside activity and that it is time to see the outside lights.
  10. YOU
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six sentence story

Lost Weekend

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Lost Weekend

Elizabeth drove away to where nobody knew her.

She did not share her destination, nor photos upon her return.

Once her feet warmed to the sand and cooled by the surf, she was home.

She sat on the beach and pondered until the sea breeze pondered her.

Swept away, her thoughts were no longer needed.

Three days later, she woke in her beachfront room and sighed, renewed.

This is my response to the weekly Six Sentence Story: https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2021/11/24/its-six-sentence-story-thursday-link-up-187/