1. It took Helen three times as long to move, since half her time was spent putting up -or taking down- magical protections. Which said something about the state of the world, or just something about Helen, but Mari was just ready for it to be over.
2. Blue plus red is purple, but blue minus red is a color he can’t quite wrap his mind around.
3. ‘Three impossible things before breakfast’ wasn’t so much a motto as a sad indication that Sam’s life had taken a turn for the downright weird.
4. At least the mob was civil about it, she thought as she packed up her Evil Lab, although this had to be the first time in her life she’d been run out of town by lawyers…
5. It isn’t that she doesn’t want to go, she does with every fiber of her being, but there is something in her that hesitates against the finality of it all.
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Technotari Tags: Writing Prompts
Written Aug 1st, 2009 and filed under Story Prompts, Writing Posts
Tags: Breakfast, Color Theory, Evil Labs, Finality, Helen, Impossible Things, Lawyers, Leaving, Mad Scientists, Magic, Mari, Mobs, Moving, Sam, Wards
1. In theory it should have hit her when she actually left, but she found herself staring at the suitcase, half packed with memories, and facing the full brunt of her decision.
2. Night rolls in, a stark line of shadow where the world shade blocks the sun.
3. “Have you ever noticed how nothing ever turns out how you expect?”
“Well yeah, but that’s life, right?”
“No, no it’s not.” Henry gave Evan a long look. “When I said nothing, I meant it literally. I can’t think of a single thing you’ve done that’s turned out the way you intended it to.”
“But it’s worked out in the end.”
“That’s not the point, no matter how bad your luck something should have gone right.” Henry frowned, “There’s something not right about you, but damned if I can figure it out.”
4. Another day gone, another shift ended, and all she can think about is how she’s going to make it to the pawnshop in time to get back her grandmother’s bracelet.
5. There’s something about losing your dreams that makes you stubborn– broken, empty, but full of fire against a world that’s turned from environment to antagonist. So she won’t die, not yet, not here, because then the planet wins. Seven generations of traveler blood won’t be denied the stars for long…
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Written Feb 28th, 2009 and filed under Story Prompts, Writing Posts
Tags: Bracelets, Choices, Climate Control, Determination, Dreams, Evan, Expectations, Henry, Leaving, Life, Loss, Murphy's Law, Night, Pawnshops, Shadows, Stars, Stubbornness, Suitcases, Sun, Travelers, Work