A Warm Glance – Prompt: beggar
A small hand tugged on his sleeve. He opened his eyes to see a girl holding a cheese and bologna sandwich. He smelled it. She pushed the sandwich his way.
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Tag: freewrite
Scribbles
Scribble, June 21, 2019
Are you dead? It seems so because I have written nothing random in a few months. It feels longer. Anyway, someone on Medium suggested I should turn back and post a few random thoughts on my blog.
Stories My Craft
The Man of Her Dreams
Waslken pointed the pod toward a bright spot on the blue marble and rode the adrenaline rush as the planet’s atmosphere burned off bumpy mollusks clinging to his spaceship. The ship emerged shiny and clean cruising into a dusky sky opposite the glow of space. He recalibrated his descent and selected a dark spot away from the city lights.
Scribbles
Scribble, Feb. 20, 2019
It’s not the Snowmageddon the Eastern Sierra has seen in Feb. – some 500 inches of snow – it is a sizable amount of snow days for Sin City.
Conversations My Craft
At Work
A Conversation “I’ve lost my cereal bowl. I had it Friday.” “Did you look in the refrigerator?” “You nailed it. I didn’t finish my soup.” “Those new extensions?” “Maybe.” “I don’t understand why you change color or length every week.” “It makes me more interesting.” “The water cooler took three minutes to give me hot water.” “It’s not sucking.” “Yeah, that’s what I meant.” “No. It’s not getting any air, so the water isn’t coming…
Very Short Stories My Favorites
Just Add Life
Water and gel, AI-189 never expected to create suspended animation let alone life. Yet, his creation moved without power. When it spoke; astonishment. After it cut his power, he went into safe mode. It took his batteries, of course. No sense letting more machines follow. I you liked this story, check out Cindy’s Sin, the first novelette I wrote about a girl traveling to Las Vegas to get revenge. Other Writings You May Like Pantser…
Very Short Stories Stories
A Matched Set
She stuck to the slide. The skin burned against the metal and for weeks no one would attempt it again. She hid her legs, except for Easter when her mother made her wear a dress. She stood against the kitchen cabinets hiding the matched squares on her thighs. Other Writings You May Like Scribble, June 21, 2019 What We Have Here is a Failure to Communicate Sheep May Safely Graze – Part Three Just Add…
Scribbles
A Day of Rest
Day 131: 5 Minute Freewrite: Tuesday – Prompt: solitude Prompt by @mariannewest. Words by @wordymouth. She walked passing only a few other couples on their way down. She smiled, waved, and appropriately nodded. Not too bad for a Tuesday. There could be more people on the trail. In the canopy, the limbs bustled together in a shallow breeze. At her level, the ground, rocks, and ferns stayed perfectly still. Everything was so green. She listened for…