Hello and please join us for an Elbow Pads E-Read hosted by TinyChat.
As a writer, you recognize that no work is perfect. Every piece should be locked away in what we call the “vault” and then reintroduced for further editing. Every piece also deserves a good critique.
If anyone has ever taken a creative writing course, they know the standard is for the writer to remain anonymous while another writer reads their piece aloud. The purpose of this is so that the critiques are strictly unbiased. In this case, however, given the efficient interaction of TinyChat, it would be more effortless. Not everyone is required to state their name, let alone go public on video. TinyChat offers the microphone-only feature. If you would like to remain completely anonymous, you may submit a piece with or without your name for one of our editors to read to the group. You can even listen in on the stream without having to show your face or say anything at all. Please title the piece with the letters TC somewhere in parenthesis so we know this is especially for the TinyChat event. The submission manager is: http://greensubmissions.com/128/elbow-pads/index.php
Writers, go into your vaults, edit your most forgotten or your most favorite pieces, and hear fellow writers for helpful and thorough advice.
When? 14 October 2012 from 7p to 9p
If you are interested, please réserver s’il vous plaît.
Oh, the famed American dream
My father has spoken of thee
And all the places you’ll take me
If I invest in the studies
I’ll surely earn my dime
With a job I adore
And a family for whom I can provide
But, as my hairs grow grey
I realize I’ve been sorely led astray
To a job I abhor
And a wife who walked out the door
A worthless degree that put me in debt
A stack of bills I cannot forget
The child support I struggle to meet
A challenge just to stay on my feet
Oh, the American dream
Where are the riches you promised me?
This lifestyle we did not agree
Such unhappiness I did not foresee
Yes, the American dream
It was my father who once spoke of thee
With such glee, he said nothing but good would happen to me
On the edges of dusk and dawn
We pirouette in the twilight
In the in-between, in the unknown
Daring the future
Tempting the past
Fleeing the present
If I could dance in this limbo, eternally
Believe me, I would
But eventually someone always
Turns the light on.
The ghost of you haunts me;
That strange feeling of being watched
The whispers that remain when the wind dies
The shivers in the absence of cold
The things you never said are unforgettable
Those words; tattooed across broken bones
And flowing through torn veins.
They have left their mark.
And what of you now?
The shadow you have become.
I feel your pain in the backs of my eyelids
Your scars cross over mine,
Becoming part of me
Your light smile speaks volumes
As does the small talk you now make
I never asked why you were leaving
I couldn’t question the choices “perfection” makes