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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Technotari Tags: Writing Prompts
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