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On the side of a hill in the deep forest green, tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground,
blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain sleeps unaware of the clarion call.
On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves washes the grave with silvery tears,
a soldier cleans and polishes a gun.
War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions, generals order their soldiers to kill
and to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Submission

Finally got my butt in gear. Prince Wanted is off to Weird Tales where Ann VanderMeer is a GoH at World Fantasy this year (and this weekend). A History of Lightning is off to Ideomancer. Good luck little stories. Make papa proud.

This weekend I should take a look at those other short stories and send out query letters.

2 comments:

Dr. Phil (Physics) said...

Fly little stories! FLY!

No, not that way... Er... Oh dear. Didn't see that coming.

(grin)

Dr. Phil

Steve Buchheit said...

Just like flying paper airplanes. Sometimes you get great results and wonder about overall hang time. And then there are the other times when the nose right into the ground.