Literary Yard

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Month: May 2013

Commonwealth Book and Short Story Prize winners announced

The Commonwealth Foundation has announced the winners of the 2013 Commonwealth Book Prize and Commonwealth Short Story Prize. The three female winners of this year’s prizes have written stories set in Trinidad and Tobago, British Columbia and Glasgow’s Hazlehurst estate…

Tender is the Release

By: Linda M. Crate I had decided that since I never had to read anything by the great F.S. Fitzgerald in high school or college that I would pursue one of his works on my own time. When I first…

Rudyard Kipling’s ‘Plagiarism’ in Jungle Book

A letter by Rudyard Kipling, which he’d written in 1894, has now surfaced in London in which he’d admitted to plagiarising some of his best known works, including parts of the famous—The Jungle Book. It has been reported by a London newspaper which…

Poem: love or grief

punctured in love repaired in grief i‘ve dreams still left i know in brief i search for peace but not in leisure hard work is my duty that’s my only pleasure love was an ordeal it’s now a memory passions exist no…

Poem: An act of plundering eggs

Once upon a timeI plundered eggsfrom a rickety khokhain my villagenestled in the hillsand ran into the corn fieldsthough chased by houndsand a gaunt owner. Hardly had I tastedthe albumin andchewed the yolkwhen a bolt of metalincapacitated meflattened meamid the…

Story: That Day He Fell

By: Ikwuagwu Osita Victor   The last fisherman stared at me suspiciously before walking, languidly, away with his fishing paraphernalia. I wondered what was going on in his mind. Perhaps he was thinking another youngster has gone bananas, or that…

Amazon announces Winners in 6th Breakthrough Novel Award

Amazon has selected one winner in each of five categories: general fiction, mystery/thriller, romance, science fiction/fantasy/horror and young adult fiction. From now through May 29, Amazon customers are encouraged to read excerpts from the winning books and vote for their…

Story: Considering the Razor’s Edge

By: DC Foster Scar tissue mottled the old man’s hands, the thinner the lighter; it ran like Desert Storm camouflage from his wrists into his fingers toward the jaundiced nails that tipped each of his ten digits. No, nine digits. His…