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. 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
1. I might not agree with his methods, but the results were certainly impressive.
2. Three dogs were two dogs too many –or three dogs too many depending on who you asked– because when things came to a vote the dogs always won.
3. If anyone could make yellow socks and fuchsia shoes look good, it was Edward… and apparently no one could.
4. You could see the lights of the city from miles away, tiny glimmers of civilization scattered among the weeds.
5. There are only so many ways to start a story that takes place in a near-hurricane strength storm, in the middle of the night, on a deserted island, that’s haunted. Did I mention that none of them are good ways?
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Written Dec 27th, 2008 and filed under Story Prompts, Writing Posts
Tags: Cities, Civilization, Clashing, Deserted Islands, Dogs, Edward, Lights, Methods, Night, Results, Socks, Stories, Storms, Voting, Weeds
