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Angel Feathers

Basically anything under 1500 words. Enjoy

The poem which won 1st place at "Rebel Poetry Contest" is "Stained Portrait" . I don't usually write in such an overdramatic fashion

The poem which placed second at "Writing 4 Kids" is "Earth is Home" . That is more of my style

The story which placed second at "The Bard's Hall Contest" is "Peg Legs, Parrots and Samurai Swords" . I occasionally write something that might be considered funny...

The story which placed first at "Writing 4 Kids" is "Duck Family Vacation"

The poem which placed second at "Rebel Poetry Contest" is "Sourdough Moon"

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10 Most Recent Blog Comments:

TeeGateM

Nov 15, 2025 at 4:47pm
In response to "Horsing Around"

I could stay here and read all day. I love it, but I have to go do laundry. Have a good one.

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StephBee

Nov 4, 2025 at 7:41pm
In response to "Cat in a Haunted Mirror"

My review is based on professional editing points. It is meant to be honest, encouraging, and respectful in accordance with WDC guidelines.

THE STORY

A construction guy inherits a mansion and wants to flip it but there's an annoying little mirror in the way...

WHAT I LIKED

That was some crazy vacuum!

POV NARRATION/TENSE

This is told in the 1st person by an unnamed male narrator. Past tense is used in the story.

DIALOGUE

The dialogue accents the narration. Good use of dialogue tags.

OPENING PARAGRAPH

The opening paragraph engages the reader in with a strong conversational tone along with a hint of the dramatic with Josh falling into the mirror.

CHARACTERS

The characters are colorful and unique. The contractor is likable enough but the vacuum steals the show.

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BIG BAD WOLF is Howling

Oct 16, 2025 at 9:14am
In response to "Faith vs Fear"

Nothing quite like Fall, especially Halloween time.

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Cubby

Oct 12, 2025 at 11:36am
In response to "Duck Family Vacation"

This is adorable!

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StephBee

Oct 3, 2025 at 4:56am
In response to "Peg Legs, Parrots and Samurai Swords"

My review is based on professional editing points. It is meant to be honest, encouraging, and respectful in accordance with WDC guidelines.

THE STORY

A parrot helps Captain O'Leary solve the Cop Shop Mystery on Founder's Day.

WHAT I LIKED

I liked how Captain O'Leary was inspired to flush the crooks out in the open. True Genius!

POV NARRATION/TENSE

This is told in the 3rd person omniscient. Past tense is used in the story.

DIALOGUE

The dialogue drives the narration.

OPENING PARAGRAPH

The opening paragraph sets up the dilemma who stole the loot. There are a lot of suspects, but some are more suss than others.

CHARACTERS

The characters are highly entertaining and keep the readers engaged. Bingo had to be my favorite, but Brimley and Polly Wanda Cracka were a hoot in their own comedic ways.

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Ned

Sep 17, 2025 at 7:27am
In response to "Loom"

Your poem reminds of a song by Carole King. Our lives truly are a tapestry woven from all our experiences.

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Jellyfish

Sep 6, 2025 at 5:06pm
In response to "NICE"

Cool story, I like the way you used the prompt, I would like 2 birthdays in one year but not to be twice as old 😅😅

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iKïyå§ama

Sep 6, 2025 at 12:27am
In response to "NICE"

Hah! That's an interesting premise indeed.

Not sure about celebrating the birthday's twice in a year though. It's hard enough getting through one alone!
Fun read all around!

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StephBee

Sep 2, 2025 at 6:02pm
In response to "Diamonds in the Hills"

My review is based on professional editing points. It is meant to be honest, encouraging, and respectful in accordance with WDC guidelines.

THE POEM

The poem took a look at the properties of a mountain.

WHAT I LIKED

As the poem began, I could see myself in a helicopter, flying over the mountain, making my assessments. Great way to put the reader in the moment.

STRUCTURE

This is a diamante poem. The rules involve having 7 seven lines, first and last line, just one word which is a noun, 2nd and 6th lines, 2 words which are adjectives, 3rd and 5th lines have 3 words which are verbs, 4th line has 4 words - nouns. Diamantes don't have to play hard by the rules, but they should take the shape of a diamond.

MECHANICS

I did not spot any spelling/punctuation mistakes. Good use of WDC ML to increase the font and make it easier to read on WDC.

DESCRIPTIONS

The words used to describe this mountain really gave the mountain it's own look and personality. The use of the word "aiguille," I found an inspired word choice and I had to look it up for it's meaning.

PARTING THOUGHTS/SUGGESTIONS

The opening sets the stage for what to expect from the poem. The title, "Diamonds in the Hills," can be used for the obvious - the mountain is the diamond, but it's word "aiguille" that really fills out the description and makes the diamond take form and shape. Nice word play and expression. The poem followed the prompt and used one of the following words: mountain, beach, or forest. Good luck in the Bard's Hall Contest.

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WebWiԎch is Thankful

Aug 13, 2025 at 9:50am
In response to "Raven Snow"

Nice comparison! I am more familiar with Wednesday, but your description of Elsa does have a similar attitude about seeking justice as Wednesday.

Good job!

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November 17, 2025 at 5:06am

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Exotic Species

Dear Mom and Dad,

I'm writing from a Gardai station in Dublin. Abdullah is being detained, and as his younger sister I'm obligated to stay with him here. Our host parents, Professor and Mrs. Naik, are here with us, trying to get it straightened out, as, inshallah, it will be. They're wonderful, devout Muslims like us; alhamdullilah, you chose well.

I've greatly enjoyed seeing Ireland's beautiful cathedrals and castles and emerald green countryside. It's so different from Minnesota, especially this time of year.

Unfortunately, we've discovered some of the native Irish people are angry with us. It wasn't anything we did, dear parents; I can assure you we are entirely innocent of any wrongdoing.

It all started when Mrs. Naik suggested we visit the Halal meat market in downtown Dublin, combining a shopping trip with some sightseeing. Of course I thought it was a lovely idea, and Abdullah agreed. We walked along, past booths of Moroccan foods and Persian rugs, and everything was going smoothly until we ran into a group of protestors clogging the streets. They waved signs and shouted in English and Gaelic,

“Ireland for the Irish setters!”

“Send the exotic animals back to Arabia!”

“Save our heritage!”

I clung to Abdullah as we tried to sidestep the throngs of people.

“Why are they so upset?”

“Someone set two hundred hungry camels loose in the Cathedral,” Mrs. Naik explained, shaking her head. “Emotions are running high.”

“Oh heavens, that's terrible!” I gasped. “But they can't blame Muslims and immigrants for such a crime.”

“It's easy to scapegoat those who are different.”

A cluster of young men blocked our path on the sidewalk, yelling and jeering.

“You're smuggling invasive species!”

“Are we riding camels?” Abdullah demanded.

“We're being taken over by Arabian dune mice with a penchant for Guinness. They're putting our pubs out of business!”

“We have nothing to do with that. My sister and I are American exchange students.”

“Oh yeah?” One guy jabbed his sign at me and Mrs. Naik. “You're hiding more of them inside your scarves! I can tell.”

I shrank back, trying to pull my hijab tighter to show him there couldn't be any hidden creatures under it. Abdullah stepped squarely in front of him.

“You stop harassing us. We aren't carrying any live contraband!”

The men weren't convinced. Things escalated from there, until we got caught in a tangle of Garda officers trying to quell the rioters, who were throwing shamrocks and green glitter bombs.

One officer skidded to a halt and grabbed Abdullah by the glitter-stained shirt.

“Hey, I recognize you! You're the guy who's been scattering millions of petitions to outlaw pork all over the streets. We need to take you in for littering!”

The Gardai hauled all three of us to the station, despite our protestations. When we arrived, I was so relieved to see a lady in a hijab sitting at the desk! I didn't expect Muslim ladies to be working as Gardai.

Even with Fatima's kindness and understanding, each of us had to be interviewed in a separate room to get our statements and verify our identities. I waited a long while, alone in the lobby, for Mrs. Naik and Abdullah to finish. While I waited, there was this young red-headed Irish lad who tried to cheer me up, or at least I assume his intentions were positive.

“Why so sad, lassie?”

I told him what happened, and he shook his head.

“Now who would suspect a pretty lass like you of being illegal?”

He had such a charming brogue, and his eyes sparkled with the cheerful mischief of a leprechaun. He extended a hand.

“Would you care to visit my favorite pub with me while the Gardai get your affairs in order?”

I pulled back, dismayed at the idea of going to a bar with a strange man – how much would that offend Allah! I bowed my head and tried to think of something to say…

“Sean O'Donoghue!” Fatima spoke sharply. “Remember what we discussed in the diversity workshop? You don't ask Muslim exchange students out to the pub!”

“When in Ireland, do as the Irish do,” he mumbled.

She rolled her eyes, shooed him away, and apologized for his offensiveness. While we talked, Mrs. Naik appeared from her interview, shaken and teary eyed.

“I'm afraid Abdullah has been detained for further investigation. They say his name matched with a suspect who spray-painted inshallah five thousand times in the crosswalks. I tried to explain, but they won't listen. There must be some mistake.”

“Oh, heavens! What will we do? We can't leave without him!”

When you get this message, dear parents, please call the Gardai station ASAP (ask for Fatima) and assure them of our legitimacy. Professor Naik is here helping, but his absent-mindedness prevents him from providing an alibi for Abdullah, which the Commissioner thinks is as suspicious as corned beef and cabbage with a side of hummus.

Indeed, he is now threatening to exile us all to a cloistered life on the Isle of Man – males to the monastery, females to the convent. Make haste, or it may be too late. My manuscript illuminating skills have never been especially good.

Sincerely,
Your beloved daughter, Layla

PS. Just kidding, Mom and Dad! Abdullah and I will be home for the holidays… Inshallah!

Words: 880.
Written for "The Bard's Hall Contest"

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