To the East of an endless river, in the vast unknown, there is a city built of sand and stone. Great towers of chalk, carved from the mountains of Sumeria, stand proudly amidst desert plains, illuminated only by slivers of still moonlight. And when night falls within the city’s walls, it is said that the wind blows silent and the stars hold their breath. Nature itself dare not make a sound. For this is a city built by the Gods themselves.
*Whispering submission readers*: “I feel a bit mean,” … “Me too…” Welcome to the 13th issue of the Ink of Ages Update, a monthly newsletter by me, Joanne Taylor, with a focus on writing, reading, and well … more writing. Thanks for being here! If this email was forwarded to you, or you’re reading online in the wild, you can sign up here. Congratulations to all writers whose story made the longlist this year! If yours didn’t quite make it this time, it might help to know that we had to pass on some very good writing due to sheer number of entries and the high quality of submissions. You can see the adult and youth longlists on our new Ink of Ages website! This month, I’m joined by Joy Dillon, one of our submission readers, from Trinidad and Tobago, sharing her advice after reading a great many submissions with us! Helping your short fiction make an impact on readers To all who sent an entry to this year’s Ink of Ages contest, congratulations, and …
