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alexseanchai) wrote2014-11-28 11:43 pm
alexseanchai) wrote2014-11-28 11:43 pm
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Giftmas Open Mic
Come, O Poets, O Singers, O Crafters. Come, O Storytellers, O Comedians, O Essayists. Come, artists of every stripe and every hue, to the microphone.
I cannot show financial support to nearly as many of you brilliant artists as I would like, but I can give you another forum in which to find supporters. Many of you are trying to make at least part of a living off your art, and I want to help you do that. And many of you want to support small businesses, to support independent art and literature and creativity, and I want to help you do that too.
Leave a comment below with a piece of original art you have created, be this a short poem or a flash fiction, a song verse or a brief essay, a sketch or a joke, an excerpt or a pair of earrings. It can be previously published or not, as you choose. Leave also a link to where more art by you may be found, and directions to a Patreon or Paypal, Etsy or website, or other means by which those who like your art and have a bit of money to spare may support you with their wallets. In these comments, please include a subject line consisting of "AT THE MIC:" and your artistic identity.
Leave also a comment linking to a piece of original art some other independent artist has created, someone whose work you recommend and whom you wish to see supported, and a link to where people who like their art and have a bit of money to spare may show support for them. In these comments, please include a subject line consisting of "AUDIENCE:" and their artistic identity.
If you are looking for a particular sort of art, perhaps as a gift (Giftmas is, after all, coming), leave a comment saying what sort of thing you are looking for, and with a bit of luck the Internet indie art community can hook you up. In these comments, please include a subject line consisting of "LOOKING FOR:" and a brief description of what you want to see.
Finally, please signal-boost this post. Every comment below that links to a place where this post has been signal-boosted will receive an Alex Conall haiku or tanka. (Feel free to accompany each linkback notification with a one-word prompt.) Three linkbacks, three haiku.
The microphone awaits you.
I cannot show financial support to nearly as many of you brilliant artists as I would like, but I can give you another forum in which to find supporters. Many of you are trying to make at least part of a living off your art, and I want to help you do that. And many of you want to support small businesses, to support independent art and literature and creativity, and I want to help you do that too.
Leave a comment below with a piece of original art you have created, be this a short poem or a flash fiction, a song verse or a brief essay, a sketch or a joke, an excerpt or a pair of earrings. It can be previously published or not, as you choose. Leave also a link to where more art by you may be found, and directions to a Patreon or Paypal, Etsy or website, or other means by which those who like your art and have a bit of money to spare may support you with their wallets. In these comments, please include a subject line consisting of "AT THE MIC:" and your artistic identity.
Leave also a comment linking to a piece of original art some other independent artist has created, someone whose work you recommend and whom you wish to see supported, and a link to where people who like their art and have a bit of money to spare may show support for them. In these comments, please include a subject line consisting of "AUDIENCE:" and their artistic identity.
If you are looking for a particular sort of art, perhaps as a gift (Giftmas is, after all, coming), leave a comment saying what sort of thing you are looking for, and with a bit of luck the Internet indie art community can hook you up. In these comments, please include a subject line consisting of "LOOKING FOR:" and a brief description of what you want to see.
Finally, please signal-boost this post. Every comment below that links to a place where this post has been signal-boosted will receive an Alex Conall haiku or tanka. (Feel free to accompany each linkback notification with a one-word prompt.) Three linkbacks, three haiku.
The microphone awaits you.
AT THE MIC: S. T. Farag
I have a Paypal you can donate to and a Patreon you can join if you'd like. I am also willing to take on commissioned stories and do content editing if you'd be interested in either of those things.
Note: I do not do line edits because it is far from my strong suit but content stuff, I am happy to work with.
I am offering up a little piece from a world that needs to be developed but I do hope to work more with in the future.
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They kiss by the seaside, mouths tasting of blood and saltwater. They pull each other into the waves, laughing and teasing one another as they fall into the ocean's embrace.
They love fiercely and with nothing but devotion but they also know that neither of them will go against their natures.
The selkie will always have the need to leave in his blood and the kelpie will always bring death in his wake.
It's what they do, who they are, and they love each other, but they know that fighting against their natures is a losing battle.
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"I have to go."
"I know."
"I'll be back."
"I know."
They kiss, hard and fierce, teeth and tongues warring with one another for dominion. Their hands push back shreds of clothing and they fall into the ocean again, an old pattern they always return to.
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The kelpie makes the selkie bleed before he leaves and the selkie shows him ho to be gentle. They leave with marks upon the other that no one else has been able to make stick, yet they both know this is not over.
The old dialogue happens again and again. Coming back, promises, devotionals to each other. They dance around familiar phrases like preforms punting on a show for the hundredth time.
They know their roles and they know they'll put on this song and dance again soon enough.
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"I can't promise I wont' come after you.
The selkie is about to lave, to let the water take him far away, when the kelpie says it
He blinks, uncertain of what to say,. It's not a part of the old script.
"I'll come back," he tries, attempting to get them on track again.
"Or I'll bring you back."
"I don't....What am I supposed to say?" The selkie sounds scared, unsure and like he's craving direction, like he needs someone to tell him what to do.
"Just say that you'll let me bring you back," eh kelpie supplies. "Say that when I find you, I can bring you home again."
The selkie swallows, nodding. "Okay."
"Okay."
The selkie lets the water take him then, his body shifting into seal for and vanishing into the water.
The kelpie watches, knowing he will soon enough venture into the waves to track down the one who maters to him.
Re: AT THE MIC: S. T. Farag
Re: AT THE MIC: S. T. Farag
Thank you, thank you!