Changeling Child Changes Perspectives
What if we reexamined some of literature's most quirky characters with the modern lens of autism awareness? This question forms the basis of the latest book by world renowned, Australian author, Natasja Rose. You can pick up a copy of Changeling Child here:
- First Place in Sleep Resolution Challenge
Being Gentle On Myself Means Following Navy SEAL TrainingFirst Place in Sleep Resolution Challenge
It's funny how in growing older, you're always searching for the next milestone, the next "big kid" moment: later bedtimes, later curfew, the ability to spend on what you want, the freedom to eat what you want—the opportunity to literally take a bite of forbidden fruit roll-ups instead of broccoli.
Effective Read Swapping: The Tree Method
Alright, so for the most part we all want to follow the correct nuances of engagement when read sharing. I can't speak for all the groups, only Vocal Social Society and Great Incantations, but to set the record straight, this is how you are invited to use "read threads" with us.
Introducing... GREAT INCANTATIONS: CLICK HERE TO VISIT A Facebook group dedicated to Vocal Challenges! Back in October, your admins at the Vocal Social Society designed a Facebook space exclusively for reading, sharing, and chatting about Vocal Challenges. We were prompted by the beautiful chaos of the V+ Fiction Awards. Vocal challenge pieces, in my opinion, often require solo threads for best interaction, something that the Vocal Social Society does not do. In a nutshell, Vocal Social Society is an experience, like a theme park with attractions; Great Incantations is more like a banquet hall at a conference: you can blend in on threads if you wish, but you're better off to stand up and make a speech. Great Incantations is also private, so it's a place to get real and request feedback and proofreading before you distribute your work elsewhere in your ecosystem. Not sure how to give good feedback? Check out Tom's article at the end of this summary. Just...remember that feedback should only be given upon request!
While they walked, Carrie attempted to uncover the origins of her new companion. “Where did you come from?” she asked. The caticorn pointed a dainty paw in the direction of the Dreaming-Tree. “Over there.” “Uh-huh,” replied Carrie, “True, but I meant: Where do you live?” “Well, Carrie, I’m alive standing here next to you, aren’t I?” The girl crossed her arms in frustration and tried again. “Yeeeas, I suppose you are alive, but I meant—Hey wait! How did you know my name?” The caticorn sighed heavily and pointed to its horn. “Magic,” it grumbled. “Oh, right.” Carrie nodded. Magic. Made sense. With hands to her head and fingers over her temples on either side of her forehead, Carrie took a deep breath and rearranged her question for a third time. “What I meant was: Where is your HOME?!” “Home? Where is anyone’s home? Home is where you’re happy, isn’t it? I’m happy just now, so, my home is here! Where’s your home, Carrie?” Just then a yellow-swallowtail butterfly fluttered under the caticorn’s nose and before Carrie could think of some other way to get a proper answer, the caticorn had scampered off after the butterfly! After it was gone, the caticorn’s question bounced around in her brain, picking up bits and pieces of thoughts and memories the way melting ice cream sundaes swallow sprinkles while it searched for an answer. - Carrie and the Curious Caticorn Caper, Les
The Horse That Mattered
Since I usually spent the first week of August moping about, when I whistled on my way to breakfast, my Aunt Fern knew something was up. I sat down at the kitchen table with a smile. She smiled back, kissed my cheek and passed me a bowl of oatmeal and a glass of orange juice.
A Selkie's Return to the Deep
Growing up in rural Ireland, I never knew my father. Or rather, I knew of him, but we had never met. When pressed, all my mother would say was that he was an officer in the navy, and that it was better for everyone if he stayed an ocean away. But I never felt the absence of a parent; Mamma was the kind of person who took up all the space in the room. Everyone who met her commented on her breathtaking beauty and captivating charm. I loved listening to her sing the old lullabies and ballads while she danced around our home, graceful even when doing something as simple as washing the dishes.
One Fine Day, My Love
Margo plucked the marigold from her garden. It went into the basket along with a dozen of its kin. She had always loved that verse from her favourite book, but it had been so long since it had crossed her mind. Yet, that morning, when she turned the page on her quote-of-the-day calendar, there it was. And so, while she gathered the golden calendula flowers in the warm summer heat, she paused a moment to reflect upon the uncannily fitting choice of words placed upon today's date.
Movie Handout: Despicable Me 1
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When You Say Nothing At All
Ding! It was the fifth time his phone had gone off that day, the sound intruding into his solitude like a chainsaw in a forest. She'd called earlier, but he hadn't picked up. He'd meant to put the damn thing on silent before laying down.