We've got our first entry to the Noteworthy Literature flash fiction challenge. It's a funny little story sent in from Yasmine Ara. I hope you all enjoy. Feel free to comment, like and share. Oh, and submit your own Flash Fiction stories and we'll post them right here on Noteworthy Literature. Enjoy! Rocket Scientist -... Continue Reading →
Flash Fiction is one of my favorite literary genres. It's perfect for our super-fast, hyper-relevant, uber-social world. Do you think you can write some Flash Fiction of your own? Here's a new challenge: write a piece of flash fiction and I'll publish it right here on NOTEWORTHY LITERATURE...and not a back page either...right here in... Continue Reading →
I recently got into a bit of a row with a fellow blogger over Flash Fiction, the literary genre that is usually between 500 and 1000 words. Is a thousand words really too long or is our attention span getting much shorter? Can we squeeze a good story into the space of a tweet, or do... Continue Reading →
“Let me give you some counsel, bastard,” Lannister said. “Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.” - Game of Thrones (George R. R. Martin)
Game of Thrones, the HBO hit series, is awesome. Don't get me wrong. It's based on the Song of Ice and Fire fantasy novel series by George R. R. Martin. I read the first four novels before the TV series even started and I really appreciate Martin's style. Yet, Martin has a problem: ending the... Continue Reading →
I am introducing a new addition to Noteworthy Literature called "Author Quote of the Week". You can already find insightful quotes from books (Literary Quote of the Week), but sometimes I run across a thought-provoking quote from one of my favorite authors. This week is all about identity. I hope you enjoy: "I am a... Continue Reading →
It's been more than 10 years since I first read - The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros. Yet in light of Donald Trump's recent inflammatory comments about Mexican immigrants, I thought I'd revisit Cisneros' punchy little novel about finding a sense of belonging. The House on Mango Street is written in an episodic... Continue Reading →
"In English my name means hope. In Spanish it means too many letters. It means sadness, it means waiting. It is like the number nine. A muddy color. It is the Mexican records my father plays on Sunday mornings when he is shaving, songs like sobbing." - The House on Mango Street (Sandra Cisneros)
Gossip is hard to resist, but this poem challenges our willingness to slander our “friends” with a thousand tiny cuts.
Gossipers on the corner
Fill their lips with the latest lament,
With tongues brimming
Yet never sinning against themselves.
So eloquently they speak of others
In the city’s gutters,
Instinctively passing over mirrors
As they pillage and contaminate
The reputations of those most hated.
A scandalous whisper floats unaided.
Despite being loathed as taboo,
Nearly everyone flirts with the idea of “Who Saw Who.”
Perhaps they too, have been victimized
At once, also lamented and despised,
Yet once they reached the street corner
Forgot what was wise,
By not shutting their ears to these novelty spies.
Why preach, when all can participate in idle ways?
In truth, we all speak ill
Directed at our neighbor for a momentary thrill.
It’s a game. It’s a joke.
Well, isn’t it anyway?
A bit of innocent fun to waste away the day.
Frederick S. Blackmon, USA