Broken Camera The theme for week #7 of the 52|250 challenge is ‘Broken Camera.’ Yes, I know I didn’t come up with a different title for my story this week, but I have a reason for that. The title was originally going to be called ‘Black Box,’ but it occurred to me that I don’t …
Monthly Archive: June 2010
Jun 25
Friday Flash: It’s not easy being green
Rob Smith was a killer – but a killer with a conscience. Rather than waste bodies by dumping them, he used their compost for his organic vegetable garden. The only plastic bags he bought were recyclable, since he preferred to reuse his grocery bags. Even those were only acquired after exhausting his supply of organic …
Jun 23
Poem: Alone Time
Alone Time When I have time alone i know what i will do i’ll ride my bicycle and write something new i’ll catch up on my housework i’ll organize my files i’ll submit several stories and research and try out my new pen i’ll try to sketch some flowers or maybe something new but first …
Jun 22
Writing Prompt #5
Writing Prompt #5 Something was wrong… *photo taken by C. Russell (ganymeder). You have my permission to download the photo to use as needed.
Jun 21
52/250 Challenge: Blood
Blood My inspiration for the sixth week of the 52|250 challenge is a little hard to nail down. The theme was Balance of Terror. I don’t know exactly why I first started thinking along these lines, but for almost as long as I can remember I’ve had the idea of a monster aristocracy. Vampires would …
Jun 18
Friday Flash: Party Time
Party Time Lydia never needed to dress for costume parties. They made her raven black hair, overly pale face, and dark ringed eyes seem like conscious makeup choices – color coordinated for a night of monster mayhem. She eyed the man’s costume. Zombies usually weren’t her favorite monsters, but he was made up ”zombie-lite” – no …
Jun 14
52/250 Challenge: Beauty
Beauty The theme for Week #5 of the 52|250 challenge was “Lovelies on the Beach.” There’s not really much to explain since the scene just came pretty quickly to me. If pressed, I remembered looking for conch shells on the beach when I was little, though I was never able to find one. After I …
Jun 12
Friday Flash: The Witch and the Frog
The Witch and the Frog Blasphemous and profane hymns filled the room as the hag threw ingredients into the boiling cauldron. “Eye of newt and toe of dog,” she sang. From a rotting shelf, she grabbed a dish and threw its contents into the pot. Foul odors rose with the steam as she babbled arcane …
Jun 10
Poem: Burst
“Burst” A cherub in black rims and a white tee As I watch him singing trying so hard to do a good job nervous in front of a crowd but happy to be among friends I look away down at my shoes to hide my tears Sometimes it hurts when your heart fills with so …
