Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Wishful Thinking

Okay, so this is not exactly a Valentine's Day piece - but Trifecta asked for a 33 word piece about love gone wrong.  We had to avoid using the words love, sad, tears, wept, heart, or pain.  Here's my response.  Concrit, what there is to offer in a 33 word piece, is always welcome.


Blood, spraying everywhere.  The knife held in a white-knuckle grip.  His body cooling on the floor.

“You’re not going to cheat on me again.”

She shook her head, clearing her mind of daydreams.



Be sure to check out the other responses - they're short and quick!

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Genesis of the End

Master Class had a great prompt.  I am not going to put it here because it is a long line from the book The Big Rock Candy Mountain by Wallace Stegner.  To be more precise, it is the last line of the book.  The scene that came to mind is in the same "story" as a 108 word piece I just wrote for Studio 30+ and Write On Edge.  Since it is so short, here is that piece in case you missed it:

“The bells of St. Brigit’s are calling tonight.”

“They must have gotten yesterday’s report.”

They both stood there listening to the sonorous tolling of the bells.  One unending string of beats, each beat a life that was lost.  He went inside to finish packing.  She paused on the balcony.  The clouds hung in tatters above her like the rotted remnants of shrouds hiding nothing but brittle bones of long dead souls.

She shook her head.  The daily ritual of ringing the bells for each Great Plague death was bringing her down.  She pondered how much longer the ringers would be there to ring.


And here is my take on the Master Class prompt.  This is another scene that came to mind based on the world suggested above, but does not necessarily integrate seamlessly with the piece above, if that makes sense.  Concrit is always welcome!  Please enjoy.


He was the only one left to fulfill that contract and try to justify the labor and the harshness and the mistakes of his parents’ lives, and that responsibility was so clearly his, was so great an obligation, that it made unimportant and unreal the sight of the motley collection of pall-bearers staggering under the weight of his father’s body, and the back door of the hearse closing quietly upon the casket and the flowers.

Their work had been brilliant, was supposed to have changed lives.  It certainly did that, just not in the way they thought.  His parents’ detractors insisted they were tampering with the natural course of things.  The supports cheered his parents on.  Either way, it spurred his parents to work harder with their viral DNA manipulations.  They were so convinced they could create the perfect virus.  It would attack just the harmful cells, consuming them, stopping the cancer from growing.

But it did more than that.  It consumed everything.  It was a plague, just like the ones from the history books.  His mother was the first victim.  His father lingered a few days longer.  He thought his mother had the better end of the deal.

While they may have been the first to succumb to the virus, they weren't the last.  And now it was up to him.  Up to him to make it right.  Up to him to stop the spread of the virus.


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Monday, February 10, 2014

Random Sunday – Guilty, Teeth, and Spring

I have to confess.  I’m feeling rather guilty.  I am not making it back to some of the link-ups and writing prompts I participate in often enough to read other responses.  I try hard.  I really do.  And I feel bad when I don’t always make it over.  So, if I haven’t made it over to your blog in a while, I am sorry.  I promise I am working as hard as I can to read some of the other great responses to the prompts!

I think my son is getting a tooth again.  I thought we’d gotten through the worst of it.  He has 12 teeth already, including all 4 molars.  But, his poor fingers are really getting worked over again.  The bummer part is that his hand ends up getting so chapped from chewing on it in a Minnesota winter.  I hope he gets that tooth soon, or it warms up.  Nope – hoping for both.

Yeah.  This thought actually somewhat connects to that last thought.  I am tired of winter.  I think most people in this country can say that right now.  I mean, really.  Is anyone here in the US having a normal winter?  And I know elsewhere there are some weird winter things going on.  I don’t get to watch the news very often between work, grad school and an 18 month old, so I’m not entirely sure where all winter is messed up.  I just know I heard something on the news tonight about it being way warm in Sochi – warm enough the snow is melting and the skiers and snowboarders are really having a hard time.  But yeah.  I’m ready for winter to end.  Way to bloody cold here.