How many of you have a hodge-podge of utensils in your drawer? Seems I never outgrew “College Chic”. There are a few repeats, but most of my spoons came from second hand stores. Spoons, knives, forks – they are all mixed up from a wide variety of sets ranging from those cheap camping spoons with the yellow handles to silver silverware. Now and then I think I should actually break down and get a set, but I’m happy with these.
Ben sat in front of his laptop and stared at a blank screen. A few month ago this would have freaked him out, but now he was used to it. Mrs. Audrey said that staring into space is part of writing too. So it was ok if the screen stayed blank for a while. Knowing that made it easier to write.
Sometimes I wish I could shine the spotlight on all of you all at once. Trying to choose between you all is very hard.
This week I enjoyed Susan Helene Gottfried’s Shape Shifter tales.
This is the hub for The Serialists, a meme for people who post original, serialized fiction on their blogs. If you have one or more posts you would like for us to read, please put a direct link to the post(s) in the linky.
If you are not an author and would only like to read, then please leave a comment. I may feature you next week.
Is it just me, or is there something seriously weird about this? I find myself morbidly fascinated.
So satisfying
this destruction
of glassy film
as if a footprint could put a dint
in the cold and snow.
Goodbye,
lacework of Winter.
I will not wait for the Spring sun.
Crunch
underfoot
though only a quarter of an inch
the breaking ice
feels like it will drop me
neck deep in water.
Walking,
each step feels like
a risk.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
Last Spring I promised my kid’s I’d open an Etsy store. A couple of weeks ago I finally got around to it. We’re selling hemp necklaces and paper cranes. Wanna see?
Well, those are some of the earrings anyway.
If you’d like to get a better look or want to enter my contest, you can check out my Etsy store here.
“What are you looking at?” Lisa grabbed at Ben’s hand so he wouldn’t get caught up in the surge of students that passed them when another class came flooding into the hall.
Ok, so maybe she just wanted to hold Ben’s hand. Lately he’d gotten this far away look in his eye, like his mind was somewhere she couldn’t go. It made her uncomfortable. He had that look right now, staring at something in the river of students.
It’ll be interesting to see how things work out between Ahu and Ahuahu, and I’m looking forward to more posts from Tawny Raven
This is the hub for The Serialists, a meme for people who post original, serialized fiction on their blogs. If you have one or more posts you would like for us to read, please put a direct link to the post(s) in the linky.
If you are not an author and would only like to read, then please leave a comment. I may feature you next week.
This is from three months ago. I feel like it’s too old to be posting, but that wasn’t really so long ago. It’s just that I haven’t been taking too many pictures lately. Not since it started looking like this
I went out a couple of times when it looked all magical and fluffy, but it just came out looking white on the screen. I’m just not cutting it with my little point and shoot.
Anyway, I hope you all don’t mind if I post some that are a bit out of date.
He waits on the edge of the scenic overlook,
thinking about how beautiful she is in the fading light.
Glorious sunset spread out in gold, red, and purple over
the spilled jeweler’s box of city lights.
When the last ray gives way to the false light
He can begin his night.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
I love Thursday Thirteen. It gives me a chance to goof off because it’s such an open format. Unluckily, sometimes I have a hard time coming up with something. Self-censorship, maybe? Here are thirteen that you won’t be seeing here.
1. 13 places to apply Vaseline.
2. 13 artistic boogers
3. 13 dirty words
4. 13 of my most embarrassing moments
5. 13 pictures of anatomically correct dolls in action
6. 13 of the worse Demotivational posters
7. 13 gory movie scenes I laughed through
8. 13 regrets
9. 13 pictures of my kids
10. 13 blogging failures (I’ve got to weed those out of my archives someday)
11. 13 nasty tricks to pull on your neighbors
12. 13 home addresses
13. 13 of my worst driving habits.
What’s really sad is that I enjoy these kinds of lists on other people’s blogs. But when I go to post on my own….
“Who does she think she is, a rock star?” The bubble headed bleach blonde’s voice whined in a most excrete-iating manner.
Tracy fought down the urge to step on the fake-bonde’s heels, maybe wreck those Converse high-tops. Just because Stephanie kept getting in the way, always lumbering down the hall between Tracy and Gene when Mr. Gordon held her back, that was no reason to wish the girl would fall into a bottomless pit.
Welcome Tawny Raven! How about linking to the next section?
Welcome back Julia!
Susan, thank’s for the plug.
This is the hub for The Serialists, a meme for people who post original, serialized fiction on their blogs. If you have one or more posts you would like for us to read, please put a direct link to the post(s) in the linky.
If you are not an author and would only like to read, then please leave a comment. I may feature you next week.