⌇ Welcome to Death Rattle Writers Festival 2018 — D A Y 3 ⌇
Sunday again. So far from that gentle, Octoberly twilight.* What even can be done about Sunday? Nobody has ever known... except for us. [sunglasses emoji]
Join us at Ballet Folklorico Mexico Lindo Idaho! for a fun Mystery Workshop, featuring Thu Tran, whom you will remember from "day two of the festival."†
Next, please join us at Lloyd Square, Nampa, ID for our Closing Poetry Showcase, featuring our amazing 2018 spotlight poet, Feng Sun Chen, and local & regional poets.
Feng Sun Chen is the author of The 8th House, Butcher's Tree, and chapbooks Blud and Ugly Fish. She lives in Minneapolis and is a student of jyotish (vedic astrology). She is also working on a masters in occupational therapy.
Nextly, but also lastly, portal through the nacreous dimension-door of unfettered fantasy nonsense into the mystical realm of a local bar-adjacent alleyway... for Oracles & Oathbreakers!, fantastical flash fiction fables of five-hundred or fewer... uhh... words. Fie, fall over, fiend!
See you there, subterranean gelatinous cube...
Ballet Folklorico Mexico Lindo Idaho! —
— Mystery Workshop ft. Thu Tran
Lloyd Square, Nampa, ID —
— Spotlight & Closing Poetry Showcase, ft. Feng Sun Chen
Wall Street Alley / PreFunk Beer Bar Nampa —
— Flash Fiction: Oracles & Oathbreakers
Free & All-Ages!
Event times TBD
*DRWF 2018 — Day 1
†DRWF 2018 — Day 2
⌇ Welcome to Death Rattle Writers Festival 2018 — D A Y 3 ⌇
Oftentimes, we feel like we don't have a full or complete story ☼ It can feel very difficult to draw from a moment in our lives and turn it into an engaging story ♦ It can begin to feel as though all we have experienced are trivial blips and insignificant bloops.
This workshop is about how we can take singular, small events from our lives and shape them into complete story arcs, full of substance, depth, and resonance, shimmering lakes teeming with trouts and treasures ☼ Come hang and talk about how to move our stories ♦ up the ladder of abstraction to tack on meaning and expand them into something larger and presentable, something that could enthrall even a squamous lake monster.
Come practice for the upcoming Spill : On the Lake later in the week, Sept 14th!
Instructor: Nic Darlinton
a l l a g e s | f r e e | @ Nampa Public Library
You are an aspiring zinecraftsperson. Anyone can see it. You just have that look about you. It can't be helped. You really ought to make a zine, you know. Come with me, I will introduce you to Dig. You are going to learn all the thrilling, titillating, tedious ins & uns of zinery. You'll be a natural. I mean, just look at you. It's as plain as boiled yogurt. The word " z i n e " is leaking from your lips like a secret that will be kept no more!
Welcome to Death Rattle's fun workshop for making your own zine! This is a zine zone for beginners and experienced zine-makers alike. Bring your laptop computer and learn how to set up a cool zine to print in software programs like Microsoft Word and Apple Pages. Come with a project idea in mind, or bring a project you've already started. Have your own method of making zines? Discussions and suggestions are welcome and encouraged!
Anyone attending this workshop will have the opportunity to sign up for free space to sell their zines during the book fair at this year's Death Rattle Writers Festival! A list of rad zine distributors will also be available.
Instructor: Dig Reeder
a l l a g e s | f r e e | @ Flying M Coffee Nampa
Ahh, curious... Sledge ye no stake in the "whimsied wheezing of a hermitical high-fantasy dork" as ye says it, heh heh... Yet how auspicious, ye august oak, to find thyself soaked and storm-stranded in my bodeful hovel, amidst these farting cauldrons and soups of dire prophecy, hopelessly exiled by the treacherous dirk of thy own devotion, ha-HA! Yea, curious, indeed ye be! Though strange it may seem, ye withered banana, thy bitter choice is naught but a dreary passage of thy destiny unfurling before the ennuied Gods! Dared ye to invoke their Divine Regard? With thy mundane acts? Thy commonplace betrayal? Ohhhh, stranger! We have ghastly deeds to predict and a vile harvest to reap, ye and me! Oracles and Oathbreakers be the true stewards of hist'ry's fiction!
Welcome to Death Rattle's thrilling workshop focusing on the FLASH FICTION theme ORACLES AND OATHBREAKERS where you can sharpen your sword on a fictional whetstone and inscribe a story that is ≥ 500 words to be read aloud at flash fiction night during the Death Rattle Festival October 5th-7th!
a l l a g e s | f r e e | @ Push And Pour | c o f f e e | b e e r
Want to write about a night elf on the search for the most perfect cauldron? A classic wealth goblin on a woodsy quest? A paladin lamenting their curs-ed broadsword?
Then get ready to enter the land of ORACLES AND OATHBREAKERS : a world of Fantasy, Folktales, Fiefdoms, Familiars, Liches & Lords, Hexcraft & Heraldry, Druids & Fluids .....
For beginning to intermediate writers, this workshop will explore on the diverse styles of fantasy fiction and film and folktales. Materials needed stationary, pencils&pens, swords, stylus, computer, wand, desire for honor and long quests.
Instructor: Diana Forgione:
Once upon a tome, the apparition known as Dianandorff galloped thru many mists and over many travails to reach the last bastion of their quest... the ultimate dungeon crawl for the ultimate and rarest magik item .... rarer than a crystal ring shield, or a golem axe, or an enhanced dwarven crossbow ....the Daedric blood-quill of Molag Bal. Dianandorff would need the blood-quill to pen down tales full of such deep drones, moans, and bones the reader feels positively strangulated by the razor wire edge of the inter-coital head games that reach down into your heartbeat and speeding it up to dangerous levels. Then, and only then, would Dianandorff be the rock at the top of the rock heap that rests in the gaping jaws of the Folklaureate: the ever effervescent wryters guilde.
The dungeon entrance towered a wrathful presence over Dianandorff. In the present distance they could hear the lurch of a gloomy wail tearing it's escape from a massive pair of lungs hidden deep in the throat of a crazed witch-monger or demon-lover lusting away somewhere Dianandorff could not see. Yet Dianandorff churled on, their sinking footprints filling up behind them, one by one, with blood.
The dungeon entrance towered a wrathful presence over Dianandorff.
"Auf Weidersehen, Blood-Suckers!" They shouted back with a midnight-howl. They charged thru the gate truly ready for some ass fucking demon murder. The blood-quill would be theirs.
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