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Sounds interesting... though... comics never really caught my eye. I prefer books and writing normally. I always set aside what I write(which is not a lot) from what I draw(which is also not a lot). Anyhow... I have already posted my short story in another thread. Turned out to be longer than I expected.
She's sitting in a corner, crying. She has never been this scared in her life. She could remember her mother saying that crying was never the solution, but she didn't know what else to do. Suddenly, she heard the voice, calling out to her again. Her nightmare was becoming real.
An angel held the wish cards before me.
"Pick three." (luminously)
All I could think of was a nursery rhyme:
One for my master
One for my dame
One for the little boy who lives down the lane.
"These three." (intuitively)
The angel vanished, leaving...money, love, life - forever.
Snoring, snoring, until the morning
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with every breath, she must turn the volume up on Dateline. Why must it be so? What kind of God would create snoring? I believe it is to torture the awaker sex. Note to self: buy ear foam.
50 words exactly.
And then, to her surprise, the alligator egg hatched. But the baby wasn’t an alligator. It unfolded a pair of tiny wings and looked at her, coughing a spark that set her sleeve on fire. Putting the flame out, she realised that this was no alligator. It was a dragon
"Knowledge," he said (strategically raising an eyebrow) -- "wasn't that what Adam and Eve pursued and obtained in the Garden of Eden?"
"You fool," she said (looking down on him), "there is no Adam and Eve, no Garden of Eden. They're figurative, not literal."
"What of knowledge, then?"
"I don't know."
Having finally put away the holiday decorations, he sat in the room that seemed suddenly cold. Ghosts of seasons past then passed before him. Next year would be different, he decided -- less sparkle, more substance. He'd light more candles.
The door squeaked angrily at him when he closed it.
Saturday, seated on a pine bench, I am silent, listening. Wind, birds, children.
They play at playing. The structure: primary colored plastic; for them an entire world.
Tiny voices, “you want to go down the blue slide?”
Quiet, friendly, she speaks. Gently instructing the younger in the art of playing.
The old dog watched the young man from the corner of the room. The man rushed out of the apartment without looking at the dog. The dog sighed and wearily laid down. He watched the door, awaiting the man’s return.
Later, the man returned. He was greeted by silence.
He wasn’t invited. The rat and all the animals of the forest were invited, but did anyone even think that a bird should be there? Who else sang to them morning and made their day happy? If that’s how much birds were worth to HIM, maybe they would just pack up and leave this cursed forest.
I was duplicated last night. I think it was a criminal gang. Maybe Russians. Anyway, there's two of me now. And he's got my certificate of authenticity. I'm hiding in the backstreets and alleys. But it's really only a matter of time before...
Poised on a precipice, the hurt offer up one last prayer; to and for what they don't know. Perhaps one prayerful act might soothe the ache that drives them mad. Or maybe the longing for one last drop of water, one soulful song to bring them life. I don’t know.
The Faerie princess wearily slid off her bedraggled sweating pony. Lips parched, desperately hungry and fatigued. She felt imprisoned in her grimey gown, her body unbathed since yesterday.She would not give in to the enemy.
"You're good at role playing games" said her father.
"Thanks she said smiling.
Some creative non-fiction:
Those leaves danced across the road like New Yorkers in a crosswalk at lunchtime. He'd be waiting for her at home and they'd do their own dancing. She tapped her feet on the floor of the car. Oh no! Her shoes!
Then...car connected with cat. How sad is that?
Jamestown Williams never mentioned the second syllable of his first name, and if someone else did in his presence, they were liable to receive a frigidity of manner from him that would never dissipate. Katerina made that mistake. Then she fell in love with him. Unfortunate things like that happen a lot hereabouts.