Forward, forward, forward.
Always.
Can’t look back; can’t look now.
Forward, forward, forward.
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The Bright Side of Banishment
(Image taken from https://www.pathwaystogod.org/my-prayer-life/daily-offering/offering-those-who-wander2018)
The prompt was “conversation.” I took it a bit further and made a short story entirely out of dialogue because dialogue is my jam.
“You know, this could be worse.”
“Oddsballs, Lawrence! We’re scheduled to be banished. Forever. How could it possibly be worse?”
“Well, I mean, we could have been killed, so….”
“Yes, being taken away from our country, never to see our friends and family again, is much better. I feel so much more optimistic now.”
Pygmalion
(Image taken from: https://www.ecarenphoto.com/Fine-Art/Pygmalion-And-Galatea/5)
(On thirdcoastwriters.wordpress.com, our theme was to rewrite myths….I’m terribly late with my post and not completely satisfied with the end result, but here it is, nevertheless…)
As soon as I finished her, I knew I had created a masterpiece.
She was perfect. From her long, softly braided hair to the tips of her rounded toes, she was wonderfully proportioned and lovely to behold.
Years of inhaling marble dust and whittling away until my fingers ached and here she was – the best that I could have hoped for. Better, even.
Dolor
Acquainted with grief,
Though not at this level.
I didn’t know sorrow could go this far.
This is more than I can bear.
How can love hurt so much?
Raze
( I, unfortunately, did not have the time to write something new this month, but here is an excerpt from a novel I am revising.)
The outskirts of Brune burned by the time Lord Feldon and his entourage reached the city. Near the center of the city, the window-lined walls of the Library and Science Center gleamed in the waning sunlight. Distant screams and the sound of crumbling buildings echoed across the landscape, but no one dared to even scratch the surface of the Library.
Feldon smiled and turned to his general, Herrick, who waited for his command. “So many years dreaming for this day. Who would have thought that Brune’s infamous Library would finally fall to Udolpis. Just imagine what we will be able to accomplish with all of the knowledge we obtain here.”
“And the weapons,” Herrick added, shifting in his saddle ever so slightly, just enough to hint at his own impatience. “I have never understood Brune. They could have taken over the known world twice over if they only put action into their thoughts. But I suppose the rest of us can be grateful that they enjoy books instead of war.”
“Falomi is eager to see what we will bring back with us. I have regaled him far too long of the wonders of Brune and have nothing to show for it. But now he’ll see. Our future will be secure.”
“Do you wish to enter now?” Herrick looked like he was going to take off anyway, whether he was given permission or not.
Feldon smiled. “Let’s move.”
Graveyard Gazing
(The prompt was “tradition” this time around).
It was that time of year again.
The time to drag all the members of the household to the local graveyard and stare at the sky.
Andrin hated this tradition.
For one thing, it was freakin’ cold.
For another, it was a freakin’ graveyard.
And for the last, freakin’ Alina always hogged the freakin’ blankets.
But there was nothing for it. November 1st had come and by golly, the parental units were committed.
How to Write a Rom-Com
The theme was rom-com…one of my least favorite genres….and all I can say is, it started out fluffy? #sorrynotsorry
First comes the meet cute,
Boy meets girl or girl meets boy
Or boy meets dog or…no, wait a minute…
Wrong story.
Anyway, they meet. Words are exchanged,
A few flirtations, some warming of the cheeks.
She of the long, luscious hair and he
Of the strong jawline. Continue reading
But for Lack of Evidence…
Our theme at the the Third Coast Writers’ blog this month was Halloween/ghost stories. I can’t write scary to save my life, so here’s my offering instead:
Frederick Crimweather Larkin was not scary.
And that was okay. Many people aren’t scary and they get through life just fine.
But that was the problem.
Frederick wasn’t a people.
Frederick was a ghost.
Flowah
So I joined a blog of Texas writers and we take turns posting on Mondays. (If you want to give it a look, here’s the link: https://thirdcoastwriters.wordpress.com/) It’s helping me to at least be a little more consistent with writing, which means this blog may be updated more consistently. (Hooray!) We decided to do themes and this month’s theme is “Describe the Indescribable.” Here’s my entry:
Flowah
The place is on the verge of being too warm. A couple more people, a few more smokers, and the air’d be too close, too thick. But for now, it’s comfortable, hazy in a way that feels like contentment. Just slightly sticky tables, a couple of beers, and two blokes in a pub.
But Harry’s determined to disturb the peace. “Come now, no backing out. Give us a definition.”
“But it ain’t –“ Tom rasped, taking a moment to clear his throat. Collect his thoughts. Pull himself from dampened atmosphere. “It ain’t the kinda thing that you can describe.”
“Try.” Harry wasn’t impressed.
If I were a Superhero…
If I were a Superhero
If I had super strength, I’d like to think
I’d use it to stop falling buildings from
Crushing people or keep runaway trains from
Running away over pedestrians.
But let’s be honest, I’d probably use it to
See how many people I could lift at one
Time or to win the heavy-weight lifting
Gold medal in the Olympics.
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