I · Wear · My · Heart · on · My · Sleeve

Sinced it's National Poetry Month, tonight is Limerick night.

Inspired by my sidekick addlesee, who wanted a limerick instead of a haiku.

I'm sure y'all know what a Limerick is, so have at it. Post here, or in your own journal.

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There once was a poster named me,
of limericks she wished to see.
She hoped her fun
would be outdone,
by the wit of invitees.

The latest issue of Abyss and Apex is up. Go read it.

Be sure to read the flash fiction The Devil You Know.

Believe it or not, this story was published. It's pretty bad. Readers’ World magazine, Australia, June 2000. Why did it get published? The "editor" started the magazine as a business venture, and I think her editorial skills weren't as strong as her business skills. That said, the magazine lasted a few years, their payrates declining and their subscription gimmicks soaring, before folding..

My Internal Editor's fingers twitch towards the blue pencil every time I read it. It's so very Mary Sue, and maybe that's why I love the storyline. This story is a guilty pleasure and semi-autobiographical.

I have far better pieces sitting in my trunk, but because this was published and I was paid for it, I'm posting it here for your reading pleasure {schnurk}. If you choose not to read this (or after you decide to suffer through), go read the novel Darkside sksperry posted for IPSTW Day. If you love it, like the rest of us do, hit the donate button.

My story's short: 2600 words.

( <b>The Room</b> by HWK )

Just between you and me and the walls of the Internet, the original incarnation of my story did feature him dumping the cow. The ending was changed, as per the editor's request, to better suit the vision of his anthology.

Odd, though. The editor was rather entranced with the thought of her threatening to dig her eyes out with a spoon, where she half-succeeded in the first version.