Day Three – Lock Box
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.
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.
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.”
“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.
Announcing the launch of the 505. The idea is to write one story post, every week, consisting of no more than 505 words based on a writing prompt of some kind: images, words, thoughts. Why 505 words? Because, why the hell not.
A.S. King has a fun contest going on her blog in advance of the release of her next book, REALITY BOY. Want to win an ARC of REALITY BOY? All you have to do is follow 3 little rules, and you’re in. Go crazy. You have two whole weeks.