


NATURE MOURNS
...The seas flinging, frothing with foam toss in fitful slumber on their white sand-beds. The moon is ghastly, flees across a blackened sky.....

NO POETRY, NOT TODAY
No poetry, not today, but a pen to dance?

AUTHOR NOTES
Learn the circumstances and inspirations for and published credits for this month's featured writing.

SUBMISSION GUIDELINES
Readers who write in response to one of the prompts listed each month in “Splintered Glass”, may see their work presented here. Will your writing appear here?

SPLINTERS FOR OCTOBER 2024
A wide range of ideas to spark your writing energies for this month.
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