The Albino Black Cowboy
“I gotta slither, sweetheart – there’s no changing that.”
He said it to himself, his snakeskin boots making tracks in the desert. The winds had renewed the sand overnight and the sun was coming up, a deep, fleshy red.
He angled his hat to shut out the flare.
“No point in looking back anyway,” he said. “Back’s where you’ve already been. Nothing to see there but what you’ve seen before, just from a new perspective.” 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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When it comes to creating interesting characters, sometimes the best inspiration comes from the people we encounter in our everyday lives.
Not to belittle the writer’s craft, but with quirky mannerisms, notable turns of phrase, idiosyncrasies and internal contradictions — sometimes real people are just more interesting than the ones we can imagine. 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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