I've posted a few entries to Stuart Neville's Twitfic contest for a copy of Ghosts of Belfast. Really need to learn to edit what I post, because an entry I made turned into a pretty creepy limerick:
He jilted her at the alter, so she hung herself from a rafter. Till death do us part my ass, she said, and haunted him thereafter.
It's a little too long for the rules he set, damn it. And too bad, because I think he'd really dig it since he's Irish. Irish, limerick . . . yes, bit of a stereotype. First thing I've written in months, though.
5 comments:
I like your limeric.
Good to see you writing again!
Go for it. If it's only a tad too long, see if you can compress?
Thanks, WW!
It does feel good to be writing again, Fairy. Thanks!
I may try that, Robin, but I think I'd have to withdraw my first edit. We'll see.
I like the longer form, but what you posted was good, too.
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