“She’s a witch.”
“Is not.”
“Is too – and I’ll prove it to you.”
“Well hurry up. I’m soaked.”
Sean and Milo stood at the entrance of the shuttered drug store, the only place on the street sheltered from the pounding rain. The runoff was pooling against Milo’s shoes. Read the rest of this entry »
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If there was anything she hated worse than backtalk it was sass, and these little bastards today were full of both, right up to their baby teeth.
The boy kicked his fat little legs against the booster seat.
“Pbbfth,” he said.
Nefarious.
“You’re sure you don’t mind, Batia?”
“Goodness, no, dear. You go ahead — we’ll be fine.”
“Thank you so much.” Mrs. Dierbach leaned down and kissed her son. “Five minutes, I promise.”
“Take your time.”
Batia settled back into her chair and looked the boy over. He was patting his hands on the table, a line of drool marching unchecked down his chin. Read the rest of this entry »
We were born when I was nine. Or is it that I was born when we were nine? It doesn’t really matter; I picked it up and there we both were.
Mind you, I am not crazy. Neither is she. But my mother used to read to me when I was young, and told me how the characters only lived for as long as I would listen. Read the rest of this entry »
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I stumbled across a story of mine this afternoon, one I wrote a while back, and decided to post it — not just because I like it (it’s about a man who wants to eat a swan, not to spoil it), but because it raised a couple general questions for me when it comes to writing. Read the rest of this entry »
I’ve posted a few writing exercises, but so far no straight up story prompts, so today I thought I would do exactly that!
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Imagine a perfect world. No one suffers, no one wants for anything, and no one sees any way in which the world could be improved. Now pretend you’re a writer in this world (if you think writers would even exist) and write the kind of story you think that writer would write. What would the story be about? Does it serve any function?
Get creative and try to keep to a 1000 word limit. When you’re done, comment with your story or a link to it.
Next week, I’ll choose a few and post them (with credits, of course) in a follow-up post!
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