Monday, January 7, 2013

1/3 You Got Something on Your Chin

She tried not to roll her eyes as she took his order.

“Do you have fish tacos? You know, some pink tacos?” he asked.
Trish was used to rude customers in the coffee shop, but this guy and his buddies were among the worst.
“Gimme a cheeseburger, babe.”
“Certainly,” she replied with as sincere a smile as she could muster.
Back in the kitchen, the cook prepped the burger: homemade bun, juicy patty, fresh lettuce, and half a paper napkin.
“Here you go, hun” Trish said and smiled brightly as she watched him take a huge bite.
Revenge served warm.

Assignment: drabble is an extremely short work of fiction of exactly one hundred words in length, not necessarily including the title. The purpose of the drabble is brevity, testing the author's ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in an extremely confined space.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

1/2 Little Olive June

Little Olive June rode a seahorse to the moon
On the windiest morning in May.
She took some marmalade and a parasol for shade
And soared like a kite into the fray.

Little Olive June found herself marooned
On a tiny comet high above the planet.
The seahorse began to falter when he needed a drink of water
So they rested on a rock made from granite.

Little Olive June took a gold and black teaspoon
And dipped it in the comet's shimmering pool.
She slurped a tiny sip then put her left hand on her hip
When she noticed the seahorse beginning to drool.

Little Olive June, like a barkeep in a saloon
Gave the seahorse his own little bowl.
He gulped and he drank as he filled up his tank
And was ready to continue their stroll.

Little Olive June whistled a cheerful tune
As she watched the sun set from space.
She hugged the seahorse's neck and gave him a peck
As the moon began to give chase.

Assignment: Write about a character (male or female) who ends up living in an unusual place, including the circumstances that led them there.

"Olive June" also happens to be the name of my 18 month old niece.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

1/1 Last words of the first story

She reluctantly slipped her hand into his and allowed him to pull her closer. Everything became heavier and heavier - her hands, her arms, her shoulders, each vertebrae in her neck and down her back- like she was moving through mud. The weight became too much and Leigh began to crumple in anguish.

He did nothing to prevent her fall.  He only bent forward, guiding her hand down to her face as she collapsed to the wood floor.

He watched her with bemusement as she cried softly. "Well, I'll be damned," he muttered to himself. "Eliot was right."

1/1/13 Assignment: Write the last paragraph of your novel or short story. If the last paragraph is only one sentence (very dramatic, I like), then include the paragraph before it, as well.

(or this is what happens when I've been watching too much Mad Men and previews for World War Z.)