After fourth period, it would be time for lunch, time to take another tentative step out of childhood, time to put the fear aside and embrace that right-of-passage that all young men must endure; I had to talk to the girl, to ask her out on a date, to figure out what one was supposed to do on a date.
Jill sat at the sleek, white formica bar sipping her café au lait and mentally kicking herself for agreeing to meet with Michael. Again. I could just leave and go back to the hospital, she thought to herself, he wouldn’t even know I had been here.
“We need to get some food,” Julie said as she rolled down the dusty passenger window hoping to let some of the cool night air into the stuffy cab. She had already changed twice and now her last shirt, drenched with sweat, clung to her body.
I stopped at my desk, tracing paper stacked and twisted in a monument to the process of learning how to be creative, and opened my lock-box, door standing ajar, lock laying closed and inside.
Through Twitter, I recently discovered that Clarkesworld is accepting submissions for an anthology called UPGRADED.
When, four hours ago, at the bottom of a dormant cinder cone, our guide had casually mentioned the possibility of a cloud of poison gas wafting over us from the active cone, we’d all laughed. Standing atop the dormant cone, hearing Jorge’s alarm blaring over the deep, resonant rumbling of an erupting cone, a bright…
After fourth period, it would be time for lunch, time to take another tentative step out of childhood, time to put the fear aside and embrace that right-of-passage that all young men must endure; I had to talk to the girl, to ask her out on a date, to figure out what one was supposed to do on a date.
Your assignment is simply to write 21 of your moments within the span of one month. You can submit one polished moment from this challenge after the challenge ends.
So, I signed up for Cristina Katz’s 21 Moments writing challenge, hoping it would be a good compliment to the stuff I am writing for The 505. Here is a snip from her website detailing 21 Moments: One way to learn how to write short and tight is to have an objective to write something…
Jill sat at the sleek, white formica bar sipping her café au lait and mentally kicking herself for agreeing to meet with Michael. Again. I could just leave and go back to the hospital, she thought to herself, he wouldn’t even know I had been here.
The Prince of Darkness stopped typing and peered over his glasses at Stan. “Why in blue heaven do you need a vacation? You work at a Starbucks in downtown Queens. Part time.”
I read last weeks piece in my writing group yesterday and Risa asked what my “theme” was, and as I was just playing around with words a bit I didn’t have a good answer. While this is something I go through on longer pieces (you should see the notes for my Djinn novel I am…
“We need to get some food,” Julie said as she rolled down the dusty passenger window hoping to let some of the cool night air into the stuffy cab. She had already changed twice and now her last shirt, drenched with sweat, clung to her body.
Janet Reid, the über literary agent, has an often weekly contest on her blog (not her Queryshark, which is another great blog). The prompts are often five words that must be used, at least once, in a story that is one-hundred words or less. I’ve not done many blog prompt contests with such short limits,…
Inspired by a post on reddit where I was introduced to the concept of FEGHOOTS. Alice crept silently into the tree outside Jane’s window for the third time in a week.