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Hope you have an amazing day Ms. Black.


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The neighborhood meanie.

I've reread the challenge rules and feel that 1500 words is near impossible (especially for Carl)... and 1500 words without sex is unbearable.


You mean you are admitting defeat?

Carl would run out of crayon first.

I would like to offer the following challenge. There will be no judging and no winners or losers but let's give it a go, yes?

My Challenge:

Considering that 2019 is the Fiftieth anniversary of the Apollo Eleven mission to land the first Human Beings onto the surface of the Moon, that will be the subject.

A short story about moon travel. That is it. It can be anything so long as it involves travel to or from the Moon or anything that results therefrom.
ie. A moon base. A desire to travel to the moon. A dream, anything.


So, the rules:

1) Prefix title with Moon Challenge:
2) Between 1500 and 4000 words
3) Suitable for all ages from a minimum 13+ meaning no obscene language, no excessive violence, no sex . It can be scary to a degree.
4) It must not have been published previously , here or anywhere else.
5) Is subject to all normal site rules not covered by the above.

So, what do you think? Shall we give it a go?

Like all challenges there is no deadline so just have fun.

I've reread the challenge rules and feel that 1500 words is near impossible (especially for Carl)... and 1500 words without sex is unbearable.

Only 3 of us so far? Where are all the mooners? C'mon... after my weekly astronaut training, and duties as Alien Hunter, if I can find the time, so can others...

Congrats on the RR for the poem <img src="/images/emoticons/hello2.gif" alt="hello1">

Now for a longer piece...? Go on, you know you want to <img src="/images/emoticons/laughing7.gif" alt="laughing6">



Working on it...

Two of you it is.

You will have another go, though... won't you? <img src="/images/emoticons/icon_thumleft.gif" alt="thumbright">


If you only knew how many times I've heard that... jus' sayin'...

Two of you it is.

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Added 17 Sep 2019 | Category Musings | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 146 | 6 Comments

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Added 12 Sep 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 170 | 3 Comments

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Added 12 Mar 2019 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 518 | 5 Comments

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Added 11 Mar 2019 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 445 | 5 Comments

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Added 02 Mar 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 246 | 5 Comments

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