tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337480512011-04-21T20:43:20.209-07:00Ragnarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06020247603274527595noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33748051.post-1157197744043872672006-09-02T04:45:00.000-07:002006-10-09T14:54:47.436-07:00Or rather..<br />I've launched it, and I will need other team members for this one and if you are interested in helping me sort out Quality writing from bad writing please email me at: <a href="mailto:Ragnar@retardus.com">Ragnar@retardus.com</a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong><em>Contribute:</em></strong></span><br /><a href="http://blogcarnival.com/bc/submit_496.html"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong><em>http://blogcarnival.com/bc/submit_496.html</em></strong></span></a><br /><br />Contributions So far: (Expecting lots and lots more!)<br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://noumenal.net/shattered/?p=31">The Funeral</a><br />I plan to spend the day reading, give my strained mental faculties a break before the grey matter starts to ooze from my ears. I can see them now, those wolves, licking my ears for a taste of my tangled brain as it unravels from the hollows of my hearing. Tastes like Brunswick Stew, they’d say, and wipe their mouths on the sleeves of my shirt. My mother would bury me in pink. ‘It was her favourite dress’, she’d lie.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">By Chen<br /><a href="http://noumenal.net/shattered/?p=31">Read more...</a></span><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://dustyro.blogspot.com/2006/08/8-reasons-that-explainwhy-i-write.html">8 reasons to write.</a><br />1.Writing allows me to escape from the hindrances that exist in real life,<br />Racism, idiocy, insults, shallow people, everyday irritating things that makes life<br />So much worse, than it could have been.<br />2.It allows ME to choose what happens to person.<br />3. It allows me to let out my emotions, without hurting anyone that I care about.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">By Ragnar</span><br /><a href="http://dustyro.blogspot.com/2006/08/8-reasons-that-explainwhy-i-write.html">Read more...</a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><a href="http://thrillingwonderwriting.blogspot.com/2006/08/subliminal-distances-of-west.html"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;"><b>"Subliminal Distances of the West"</b></span></span></a><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">Steering with one hand, holding an espresso cup with the other, and vaguely entertained by the rhythmic monotony of the phone poles, he finally saw the mountains enlarge themselves into something of a destination.<br /></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;"> story by Avi Abrams - copyright 2006<a href="http://thrillingwonderwriting.blogspot.com/2006/08/subliminal-distances-of-west.html"><br />Read more..</a><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33748051-115719774404387267?l=dustycarnival.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ragnarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06020247603274527595noreply@blogger.com1