Due to all the submissions coming in on the Gather anthology, things are getting a bit crazy around here. I'm going to be selfish and give you (really me) a soothing prompt. The topic is trees and nature. Hopefully this will bring in not just stories, but poetry and photo essays as well.
I hope this brings in a lot of wonderful posts.
The Rules:
Keep in mind, this is a monitored group and there are only a couple of rules, which are:
Make sure you put this (WWE, 7/25/12, Trees) in your title.
Be sure to tag it with WWE, Gather Writing Essentials, and Trees. Post to Gather Writing Essential.
I ask that you make your submission(s) by next Tuesday afternoon.
There is a limit of three submissions from each member per day. If you’re extremely prolific, spread out your work and post only three submissions per day.
Most important:
Put this challenge statement at the beginning or end of your submission so readers will know what you’re supposed to do and won’t think you’re crazy.
Challenge:
Write in any form you desire about
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BELOW ARE RESPONSES TO PRIOR CHALLENGES AND AS ALWAYS, THEY'RE WONDERFUL.
Trapped, by Frankling Newman
A Most Distracting Damsel, Part One, by Angela A.
A Dude in Distress, by A. F. Stewart
Middle-Aged Superman: Episode II, by G.M. Jackson
No If, And or Egg, by William D.


















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Thanks for sharing and submitting to
The Surreal Circus.
Okay, I'm being silly, I'll try and figure out where Mother Nature is being nice.
This is a wonderful idea.
I am sorry about not sending any submissions for the anthology like I said I would--this week has been insane, and I couldn't find one of the stories I wrote on here that I thought would be perfect (haven't really had much time to look for it, actually) I should probably just bow out.
my mirror talked back to me, but it was speaking a language I had not heard before. When I put on shaving cream, my reflection licked its lips and a tongue like a frog capturing a fly came out of the mirror and licked my cheek and then this reflection quickly and accurately spit in the sink. It said quite inquisitively, 'That isn't whipped cream.' I took out my razor and the reflection vanished.