| Proof, Picture, and Plan | date 9/26/2007 / issue #3 | ||
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Hot off the presses... We're only printing 100, and they're going to go fast! So this is the third Newsletter from us, and we're happily getting more submissions for your reading pleasure! Please forward this to your friends and family inviting them to join and submit their stories, poems, jokes, photos, etc. Please check the bottom of this newsletter for a special coupon for a free DVD with your pre-order of Rowan of the Wood. Forward it far and wide! Next week, editorial on fantasy and photography by Catherine Weisheit, Henry part 3, and a new fantasy short story.
See you in cyberspace... Allison Willows |
In this issue: Funny episode of British Comedy Series "Extras" with Harry Potter's Daniel Radcliffe starring. Simply Hilarious. You Tube Link
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“There is nothing redeeming about my stories, they are just stories.”-Henry Giant hammers are striding forcefully and purposely in unison toward me from somewhere in the distance beyond. First small, then they grow larger as they approach, outlined neon against the pitch black. A plasticine ball slowly swoops down, growing as it comes closer, only to explode in millions of symmetrical fractals dissolving to the edges of the horizon. There, silhouetted way in the distance, are the dark shapes of houses and a small city skyline. Dwarfed by the darkness above, they seem small and touchable, yet so far away. From above, another thinly outlined neon shape appears swirling and pulsing and growing into form to the slowly expanding throb of music. The music comes from everywhere and nowhere and everywhere again…first from the left, then the right, then from deep inside my chest where it seems to control the beating of my heart. Laughter from within the center of my skull pours out from my eyes in silver fish-lines and soon my whole body is melting and tangled in a happy puddle of electric sweat and sticky teardrop-webbing. The music and the noise from everywhere gather to a head with the glimmering outlined shape before me. I reach out to touch it, but it is too far away. I hold my attention and it beckons me to it. The shape, the sounds, the tinkling liquid oozing, all lift me up and out of the seat until I am rushing in to the center and everything around me is flying past me at Light Speed Warp-10… …and then it is all over… Read the Rest of "Henry: The Trip" Next week... "Henry - He Stumbles Blindly"
“We have boxes for the poor,” the fat, bald man huffs at me. “Boxes for the collection of charity. The alms are distributed after services on Holy Day.” The sacrist quickly smiles, embarrassed perhaps, before he shuts the door of the temple. There is no malice in him for me, but nothing else either, except maybe pity and a vague unease at my presence. Still, I am dismissed. The door pushes my hand aside, yet I stand begging at the closed door of the closed temple. Ridiculous. I shuffle away as best I can, my body shuddering from spasms and weakness. The poor box rattles and teeters on its stand in the portico of the temple. I walked into it, in my throes, without seeing; but now I clutch at it, desperate not to fall to earth. Even wracked with pain, I sense the emptiness in the box, the dust inside stirred by my disturbance. Hunched, my hands on my knees, I release the box. It dances on its stand, rocking, tipping, eventually righting and settling in its neglected corner of the portico. I catch my breath among the cobwebbed shadows before staggering out from among the pillars into the bright, blinding sun. I blink and hang my head, hugging my body tight to keep from vomiting. The world reels, and I lean over again, grip my knees to keep from falling in the dirty street. . . anything but that.. |
This week we've added a link to "Our Blogs" for your enjoyment. Here find the Authors' Blog, Rowan's MySpace, and the class blogs of major "Rowan of the Wood" characters Cullen Knight, Maddy Wells, and their English teacher Ms. MacFey. Follow their 7th grade lives as Cullen finds the wand and releases Rowan on October 31st! Comments on all welcome!
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On that day when the weight deadens On your shoulders and you stumble, May the clay dance to balance you. And when the ghost of loss gets into you, May a palette of colours--indigo, red, green, And azure blue--come to awaken in you A meadow of delight, And when the canvass frays, And the stain of ocean blackens beneath you, May there come across the waters A path of yellow moonlight To bring you safely home. May the nourishment of the earth be yours, May the clarity of light be yours, May the fluency of the ocean be yours, May the protection of the ancestors be yours, And so may a slow wind Work these words of love around you, An invisible clock to mind your life.
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