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Writers’ Dash: “Parallel Universe”

Published on Monday, May 28, 2012 by

Today’s morning dash prompt is “parallel universe”. Come join us in Second Life® or work from home at 6am PST for 15 minutes of writing inspired by the word.

Please feel free to add your dash piece to the comments section of this blog post below.

FAQs

I found #dailydash/#writersdash on Twitter, what is it?

The Writers’ Dash (#writersdash or #dailydash on Twitter) is a 15-minute free writing exercise held on Twitter, Facebook and Second Life® every weekday. At 5:30am & 5:30pm PST we share the word prompt on our social media channels; the live event begins in Second Life® at 6am & 6pm PST. Write whatever comes to you. Don’t fixate too heavily on what you are writing and disengage your inner editor – the key is for you to get the words on the page first; you can worry about editing later. If you are attending the live event in Second Life® there will be an opportunity for you to show your work to the other participants after the 15 minutes are up. If you are unable to attend the live event you can share your work on our blog. Just look out for the prompt post and leave your dash piece as a comment.

Do I have to do the Writers’ Dash in Second Life®?

No, you can do it at home, if you prefer. We share the prompt word at 5:30am & 5:30pm PST on Twitter and Facebook and start the timer in Second Life® at 6am/6pm PST every weekday.

How do I join the live event in Second Life®?

You will first need to join Second Life® through the Second Life® website. Go to http://www.secondlife.com to start the process. It’s free to join.

Click on the JOIN NOW button and this will take you to the Registration screen. Here you simply fill in your personal details and choose a name and look for your avatar. Don’t worry too much about your avatar’s appearance as there will be plenty of opportunity to tweak it once you are inworld.

Once you have completed your Registration, you’ll be asked to download and install the Second Life® viewer to your computer. You will then be taken to a screen that allows you to choose which community gateway to enter. This is important as we want you to go through as smooth a transition as possible. Please choose the Caledon (Victorian Steampunk) Community Gateway. Once you have chosen the gateway you will find yourself appearing inworld at the University of Oxbridge in Caledon. Now begins your brief induction.

Follow the signs and read the information boards as you come to them. There is also a brief Second Life® tutorial provided on screen. Try and absorb as much information as possible but be mindful that you can always return to Caledon at a later date if there is something you feel you missed. At the very least try and understand the most important concepts such as how to move, how to talk and your camera controls.

Once you have completed the Orientation Tutorial you will need to find your way to Milk Wood. This is the sim that is home to  Virtual Writers, Inc. At the bottom of your screen you will see a search tab. Click on this and look for Milk Wood. Now the teleporting fun begins. Click on ‘Teleport’ and you will be moved from your present location to our welcome area. Make sure you save the landmark so that you can easily return there.

We look forward to meeting you at one of our various daily writing events. Don’t forget to click on one of the group joiners  so you can stay abreast of happenings in the writing community. You can also join Virtual Writers, Inc. through the search facility. Simply put Virtual Writers, Inc. under group search, click on the group name to bring up the profile screen. Then click ‘View Full Profile’ followed by ‘Join’.

What is Virtual Writers, Inc?

Virtual Writers, Inc. is an online writing community that furnishes both the professional and beginning writer with opportunities to meet other writers, share resources, learn about jobs, news and new writing markets, and showcase their work in a distinctive way. We are unique in that we have a fully functional 3d sim in Second Life® where daily writing events, such as word wars and dashes, author meet and greets, poetry open mics and book readings are held. We provide the writer with an exciting way to meet other writers in an inclusive and friendly environment.

Whether you are dashing in Second Life®, on Twitter or Facebook we welcome your dashes in the comments section below.

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    • Countless pawns,
      Restless pawns,
      Single file, single soul.
      Red and white
      on a checkered board.
      Evolutions, convolutions
      Of lifeless revolutions.
      Cryptic universe,
      Parallel commotion.
      It’s time.
      ©2012 Lizzie Gudkov

    • I love this blog!

    • Parallel Universe

      To walk through this window
      Finding I am out of my time
      What lessons will I learn or new ideas will I find?
      To walk the streets of a Parallel Universe
      Looking, glimpsing at a world that lessons might have been learned and not blinded by greed.
      Lessons of what could be or what should not be.
      Is there wars, hunger here as well?
      Did I make the same choices?
      Opening my eyes knowing this must not be
      I want to see a world without need.
      Full of dreams and possibilities.
      Did I love as deeply in this world as I did in mine?
      The lost I have can I now find?
      Soon, I know I will be back in my time.
      Hoping the reason for this escape,
      is to make this world I live in,
      a better place to be for all that live there not just for me.
      Lessons to learn what can they be?
      To walk the streets of a parallel Universe what will I see?
      ©2012 JasminMarie

    • The invitation said that Second Life was a Parallel Universe, only better. I had been so tattered, bruised, pushed and beaten in my current universe that I was eager to accept. At first, I was amazed, awestruck, delighted. I was finally the good looking one. I was finally the talented one. I was finally strong, and everything was so prim perfect and pretty. The music, the love, the people. My Parallel Universe was perfect.
      Until it changed. Once again Humanity interjected a beastly head with eyes that saw only evil. Trees and flowers became managers and egos. Land was owned and censored, and rules were crafted for cool club members. Everyone still wanted to be famous, prettiest, and wealthy at any cost. “Don’t IM me. I don’t do drama. Are you part of my family circle? I have office hours. A noob certainly shouldn’t be in a conference call of any importance. I am an artist let me please explain my work in a manner that you can understand.” There were cliques and divorces, fights and money problems.
      The invitation never mentioned that this parallel universe would also make you cry.
      ©2012 Brokali

    • In this bland sunlight,
      this routine
      and hostile familiarity–
      the days start
      and end

      each the same,
      woven together, a stream
      of placid contempt.

      The beds to be made
      pleasantries exchanged,
      the daily sounds a hollow hum.

      My parallel universe
      is bathed in fog
      enclosed by mountains
      reaching up from the sea–

      and it rains
      for days,
      washes me clean

      and yours is the hand in mine
      every word new,
      spoken for the first time.

      ©2012 Jullianna Juliesse

    • Parallel Universe

      I wake and rise, turn my back
      to your side of the bed,
      only look at you in my mind’s eye –-
      see you dress, prepare yourself
      to face the day, to work until
      we both lie down and rest again –-
      me, here, on my side of the bed,
      and you on yours, at war,
      a thousand miles away.

      © Vel Alchemi

    • “They are breath-taking,” says Lakshmi Sharma. “In India, we prize roses, but here you have orchids. Phew! I need a short break.”
      There are two stone blocks in a corner of the walk way and so he invites her to rest.
      “Ah that’s better, she says, taking a delicate handkerchief from her handbag and delicately mopping a line of perspiration from her brow.
      Meanwhile, Alvin has gone quiet. He is still among the orchids. It’s as if the Sight has collected the colours or orchids kaleidoscopically and is turning them before his eyes, until he is feeling rather giddy. He looks to the left and sees orchid plants as they are; then looks to the right and notices strange lines of gold like fine chains throwing lassos around other orchids and playing a delightful game of tug-o-war, drawing them towards his eyes. When he looks closer it is as if he can tune his vision like a microscope and when he does so, the petals and centres of the flowers are moving with another force of life. He peers closer on one pink and white bloom slouched like a ladies’ summer hat to one side and there! He sees the faint outline of eyes, nose and mouth and almost hears it giggle. The flower is alive beyond mere reticulating sap – it has a life-form within it.
      “Are you alright, dear?” Asks Mrs Sharma, who has by now recovered on the stone cube beside him.
      Alvin snaps back to normal consciousness feeling the strange shift as if he has jumped a frequency that was some parallel universe of being within the flower. And that is only one bloom! “Yes, thanks Ma’am. I don’t know quite what is happening with me this morning. I’m sort of not all here, so to speak.”
      “Don’t worry, Captain. This place also makes me feel rather beautifully odd myself.”
      “By the way, please call me Lakshmi. Ma’am and Mrs Sharma seems so formal now.”
      Alvin isn’t sure if this is the right army protocol – to be so familiar with one of his superior officer’s wives and being a VIP at that. But he doesn’t want to offend her either, even though she is old enough to be his mother.”
      “Well, I’ll try Lakshmi. But army habits die hard if you know what I mean.” He attempts a shy smile.
      “Nonsense! If my husband or any of them give you a hard time, believe me I will sort them out quick smart! These generals think they are the big chaps, but really they are like little boys when it comes to these matters.”
      “What does your name mean, Lakshmi, if I may ask?”
      “Well, it has more than one meaning, but simply put – Lakshmi is the wife of Narayan, or Lord Vishnu one of the trinity of Hindu gods. And she is the goddess of wealth. Or good luck.”
      “So it’s my good luck to have met you,” Alvin says, trying a little bit of young man to older woman flattery.
      “That’s nice of you to say. Well, the truth is I did come from a well-off family. In the hotel business. I never wanted for a thing. I could go out a spend a lakh, that is 100,000 rupees shopping for saris and handbags. Lakh comes from Lakshmi by the way. But you know there’s a story about Lakshmil. If a alone she flies on an owl and whoever she comes in contact becomes poor, but if she flies with her husband Lord Vishnu on the back of Garuda the eagle all experience wealth and good luck. In other words if wealth stays with wisdom all is well, but flying solo with the owl – well that is another story. For years you can say I have been flying alone.”

      © Singh Albatros

    • What use to the universal soup is any parallel?
      And even Mirror of self where self is otherwise secured
      is without its point or any doubt to prompt
      Anathema too the spirit which would mix with laws
      for if laws are prime no spirit flows to TELL
      out of their UN-LIVING reach

      Science may perceive a Theatre of the Uniform and say
      but acts as freedoms do not procure the parallel alike
      unless pulled BACK hoist as bounty
      from some unfathomable warehold
      in utility a ready meal of ALL IS of creative design
      merely risen to click in its PLACE
      within the pulse and fit which breeds NO paradigm
      that were not engaged AS the elsewhere of others
      and through space at another Time

      thus ALL is but our EMPTY packets of purpose to dispose
      Of what are fundamentally through the ALL
      in light of what IS Known
      the Dispossessed

      ©2012 Queen Bluestar

      Definition: Conformity continued through many particulars or in all essential points

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    • “parallel universe”
      .
      we walk together – side by side
      yet never touch or see.
      this realm that unites us mind to mind
      in flesh shall never be
      .
      Our thoughts connect and intertwine
      Soon visions, work towards goals
      United — as we daily strive
      reaching into each, our souls
      .
      Perhaps while on this earthly plane
      we shall never meet
      Yet universal truths be told
      in eternity we shall greet
      .
      and know each other face to face
      together we shall be
      A bond created here on earth
      t’will last eternity
      .
      So now each day we fuel our paths
      with daily rewards of bliss
      It’s in the journey, we shall find
      the rewards beyond mere mortal’s kiss
      .
      a parallel universe was formed
      uniting us as one
      traveling here in world and realm
      until our journey’s done
      .
      .
      BobbiJo/Sheri Solomon

    • Juyuan, China May 13, 2008

      it was hard to hear you say “stand back”
      and it was hard to watch you from behind
      and above
      as you worked with your hands
      at the soil and fallen bricks
      watching you search for my child
      from a parallel universe
      of scholastic dominion in tatters
      your children hidden among the ruins
      you fell upon the dudd walls of the school
      searching, rummaging through
      and sobbing with hands covered in mud
      spikes of cries as discoveries were made
      a little further off, bodies
      the earthquake took so much
      the entire graduating class
      and here I am standing with my eyes glued to the t.v.
      heart wrenching for your discoveries
      and for your hands, covered in mud

      ©2012 Ginger Jorgental

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