Hi Giselle.
Just testing – I can delete it later!
Hunting
Mice scamper through the fields of corn
Seeking nests before the dawn
A dangerous place to be
But wait! They stop and test the air
Noses wrinkle, whiskers stir
Their eyes agleam
Nothing moves au claire de lune
But senses must alert them soon
Soft air, drifts past a hint
Close now the cat stays still, and soft
Paws of velvet; tail aloft
Muscles tense before the kill
A screech of shock tears the night
And all the mice are poised for flight
Save one
Claws unsheathed she lashed and missed
Small mousey dear” you’re mine” she hissed
Not yet
TCWG Short Stories 
Well that worked.
It means we can either publish our stories directly on this site and link them to the appropriate competition or just link them from our own sites.
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Excellent:-)
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Brilliant Araminta!
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Thank you, Fizz.
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Don’t delete it! But writers might prefer to keep their stories on their own sites – that way they retain complete control over their own content.
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I agree, but it’s good to give them a choice. It would work both ways, like MyT.
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OK, well, see how it goes…
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