1. Nothing ever came between a boy and his dinosaur. Of course that might have had more to do with the dinosaur than any hackneyed metaphor, but she really wasn’t willing to stick around and find out.
2. The one thing you can never escape is the bugs.
3. I’d say something clever about never trust a cat when it’s got it’s eye on the mouse, but I really don’t have time for clever. I’m trying not to die.
4. There is something in the shadows, but there is always something in the shadows so it’s stopped be as interesting (or alarming) as it sounds.
5. Nothing beats a nice cold drink in the morning, something to offset the wave of crushing heat that spirals off the sun.
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Technotari Tags: Writing Prompts
Written Jul 25th, 2009 and filed under Story Prompts, Writing Posts
Tags: Boy, Bugs, Cats, Clever, Cold, Dinosaurs, Drinks, Dying, Escape, Heat, Morning, Shadows, Witty Sayings
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
