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Are you an aspiring writer, poet or artist? Or maybe you want to try your hand at any of the above? We want to share your art! Read directions on how to submit your creative work below:
For submissions: Send your short story or poem (150 words or less) or a photo of your artwork to Rebecca.Fending@lifestylesafter50.com with the words “Creative Corner” in the subject line. Please include which Florida city you currently live in to ensure that your work will be published in your local edition. Artwork must be before the 15th of every month, otherwise it will be held as potential news for the following issue’s publication. Include your name, phone number and address. Work is published on a basis of what space is available.
Creative Corner Submissions for October
“Little Tyke’s Halloween” by Ann-Marie Stenhouse of Englewood
It was getting late. Little Tyke had stayed too long at the school playground. He could save time if he cut through the woods on his way home. His Mother told him “Don’t you cut through those woods, or the skinny old man will get you!” But he wasn’t afraid, he was almost 7 years old. Besides he could run faster than a skinny old man. He started to walk faster. The trees were blowing; they looked like skinny old men. He thought he saw one of them reaching out for him. He began to run. He ran past a pumpkin patch with a scarecrow pinned to one of the trees. He remembered what his mother had said. If the skinny old man caught him, what would he do? Would he have him for supper? He ran faster. At last, his house was in sight. He’ll tell his mother he was sorry for being late. She will go with him for trick-or-treating later. Everything will be OK. He made a promise to himself not to go into the woods again, especially on Halloween.
“Feelings” by Michelle A. James of Fort Myers
They’re so unreliable, Can be truly reprehensible; To trust them isn’t sensible, Entrenched in them you’ll be liable. Sometimes they take total control, Over your spirit, body and soul; They can either run hot or cold, And if not careful, gain a foothold. Expressed as anger or tears, Laughter or silent fears, Bitter and burdensome cares, Elation or depression appears. Like a rollercoaster ride, Up and down you’ll glide; On a mountain peak you’ll stride, Then down a valley you’ll slide. Feelings- such a strange emotion, Life’s mixed and blended potion; If not guarded with great caution, May lead to full implosion.
“Brown Eyes” by W. Cliff McDuffie of Zephyrhills
The trail is long and hard, Leaving their lands behind. Brown Eyes crying, Cast upon the ground. Their forefathers knew not this way, Had never traveled this path. Tribes forced together, day after day. Brown eyes crying in the rain. Struggling to Oklahoma Where most have never been. Never to hunt their lands. Or roam their forest glen. Brown eyes crying in the rain. Some break out and widely roam. Most are weary of the test. Their spirits broken, seeking rest. Brown eyes crying in the rain. Trail of Sorrows or Trail of Tears Displaced from their lands For the rest of their years Heads downcast, Brown eyes crying in the rain.