As ever, the stories shared last week were wee gems, one and all, some more outlandish than others and isn't that the sweetest part for writer and for reader? Not knowing where the words will go, barely even half a dozen of them each week, and a bit of pretty thrown in so the words are nice to look at.
I tell you, every week I press publish and like some sort of church gargoyle I sit at the edge of my stone outcrop (chair), hunched over, hands folded gleeful and.
It doesn't take long for that first story to pop up, then another, and another through the week. I love them, one and all, and just like one of the more alarming gargoyles I am right now here and leaning close but instead of a water spout mouth I'm blink-blinking at you through this silicon and glass and whispering greedy and again:
Tell me a story?
Whatever Your Genre of Fiction…Surely You've Got a Hundred Words to Spare?
Will you let this week's pretty prompt bubble up words in the back of your pretty brain, we offer for your delectation and reading pleasure a few facets from last week's jewels, inspired by the writing prompt I haven't forgotten:
~ I run outside and I drop to my knees, digging my fingers in the earth. I send my mind down into her depth, I try to find the ball of tension in her, to make her be calm and unbent again. But I never could do what you did with so much ease, I never spoke her language like you did.
~ “They always got it wrong,” Lucia said, easing her bird-boned form into the pilot seat, fastened her harness on the third attempt, brushed her long, white hair off her face and pushing the flight helmet over her head until it clicked. “In the old movies, you know?”
~ “If anyone listens back to these tapes, all they’ll hear is a woman slowly going mad in a makeshift office on the roof of a observatory. That’s no different to someone going mad anywhere else, it’s just colder.”
~ Quarantine can drive you a bit mad… Fortunately, in my house, it only brought out all the worst puns, bad dad jokes and over-quoted movie lines. We – Gary and me, I’m Kat. Hi! – get on like a house on fire, always have. We are each other’s perfect kind of weird. So, being stuck at home with him wasn’t terrible. Observe…
~ They said it was a story invincible, that age would not wither our victory, nor time leave the tale unforgotten. They lied. We followed the star, vector north-by-northwest, made landfall, made history, the world cheered and praised, we were famous…
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