1. It always rained in the morning, soft and slow as if the ever-present clouds were shaking off the night.
2. There were no such things as Evil Wizards, not anymore. Susan had found that there were very few limits on what a god could do, even one who’d won her godhood by deeds instead of birth.
3. The air was thick with smoke, coating every breath with the taste of charred pine and scorched moss. The forest might be too wet to burn, but the invading army was still giving it the old college try.
4. Heather was the kind of dog that children dream of having; a fierce protector to ward off nightmares, a ruthless champion to mete out their revenge, someone to love them no matter what they asked of her… but Heather wasn’t real.
5. The soup was little more than flavored water, but there were few ways to make two rabbits feed eight people and damned if he was going to let any of them go hungry tonight.
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Written Sep 26th, 2009 and filed under Story Prompts,Writing Posts
Tags: Air, Armies, Burning, Champion, Children, Clouds, Deeds, Dogs, Evil Wizards, Forests, Godhood, Gods, Heather, Hungry, Morning, Night, Nightmares, Pines, Rabbits, Rain, Remaking the World, Revenge, Smells, Smoke, Soup, Susan
1. He would save the world or die trying– even if the world was already lost.
2. Of all the things I could remember from that day, it’s the scent of crushed grass that burns brightest in my memories.
3. Some days are meant for bowls of warm soup, nestling in a cocoon of blankets, and pouring what’s left of your flu-strangled brain into a good book.
4. Lie to everyone but yourself, it’s those lies that make everything else real…
5. Sleep is the heartbeats between nightmares.
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Written Sep 19th, 2009 and filed under Story Prompts,Writing Posts
Tags: Blankets, Death, Die Trying, Flu, Good Books, Grass, Heartbeats, Lies, Memories, Nightmares, Reality, saving the world, Scent, Sleep, Soup
1. Fate is just as often kind as unkind, but tragic endings make for better press.
2. A writer’s job is never done– which is why, at some point, the editor has to duct tape them to the chair and take away the pen.
3. It would be lying to say a hush fell over the forest because the sharp sudden silence is anything but ‘hush’.
4. Fast Food drive-through is a lot like Russian roulette, most of the time you’ve got a pretty good chance of getting what you ordered more or less in the condition you anticipated, but every so often you end up with a bag with two fish sandwiches, some neon green carbonated soda, and no fries.
5. I’m a wave upon the ocean/I’m a cloud upon the sky/A tree lost in the forest/though my memories are lies…
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Written Sep 12th, 2009 and filed under Story Prompts,Writing Posts
Tags: Chairs, Clouds, Editing, Fast Food, Fate, Forests, Fries, Hush, Lies, Memories, Oceans, Pens, Press, Russian Roulette, Silence, Skies, Sodas, Tragedy, Trees, Waves, Writers
1. Griffins were unpredictable creatures, more bird than cat in their reactions. Which meant the best you could hope for was that they decided you were just another bird, and treated you as such. You haven’t lived until you’ve been preened affectionately by something the size of a horse.
2. When you know you’re going to die, how long do you keep trying to live?
3. There is something to be said for doing nothing; long lazy summer days where you sit back, relax, and soak in the fact that yes, you are allowed to just be.
4. “Lights! Action! Camera!” He waved his arms dramatically at the life-sized T-Rex, while she rolled her eyes and smiled in embarrassment at the bemused tourists that parted around them like migrating caribou.
5. Doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results might be crazy, but seriously, how else do you learn a skill?
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Written Sep 5th, 2009 and filed under Story Prompts,Writing Posts
Tags: Affection, Birds, Caribou, Cats, Crazy, Death, Failure, Griffins, Lazy, Learning, Life, Museums, Relaxing, Skills, Summer, Tourists
1. When you spent most of your time bouncing between dimensions, it helps to be self-employed; portals to other realities in the midst of traditional workplaces tend to produce more police reports than paychecks.
2. There are some things that can’t be undone, not with all the time and money in the world. As she looked over the shattered pieces, she realized this might be one of them.
3. In school tests started with a class bell and ended with a ‘pencils down’, outside of school things weren’t so well defined…
4. “I swear, if you start one more sentence with ‘but we’re never going to use this in real life’ I’ll–”
“But we aren’t!” the student whined, “That’s what the computers are for!”
“And if the computers break?”
“Then the computer guy will fix them!”
“And if there’s no computer guy there?”
“Then, seriously, this class is the LAST thing I’m going to be thinking of!”
5. “Are you ready for this?” He held her banner at the ready, but she could see the worry in his eyes. For the first time since she known him, the concern seemed genuine. She’d saved the world, and now it was time to pay the price.
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Written Aug 29th, 2009 and filed under Story Prompts,Writing Posts
Tags: Classes, Computers, Dimensions, Failsafes, Money, Murphy's Law, Pieces, Portals, Prices, Realities, saving the world, School, Self-employed, Shattered, Students, Tests, Time, Undone, Work