I swear, I change my mind more often than a woman.
Instead of making you all wait for this month’s short story, I’m going to make you really wait. I’ve decided that instead of posting a story for this month – don’t worry, I’m still going to write it – I’m going to nip it in the bud and do something else. This being story number twelve, and seeing as you have already (hopefully!) read the other eleven, I’m going to leave you in suspense.
I’m having a bit of a hard time with this month’s short. Part of me wants to scrap it and part of me wants to finish it. My time budgeted for other things has run over and I’m sacrificing writing time to get them done.
Yesterday when I was working on the short, I looked in my folder and found that it is number twelve. Why is twelve so important? When I started doing the shorts, I set a goal for myself to compile every twelve of them into a book and publish it for sale here on the site. So technically I’ve reached that goal.
It’s been a long time since I’ve blogged. I thought that since starting this new site, I would keep my entries to writing-related posts only. Truth be told, while I did enjoy the break for a while, it has been wearing on me for some time. I can say I really, honestly miss it.
I kept all of my entries from my old blog on private. Last night I went through them all; culled some and trashed a bunch of others. Some of them were too childish and whatnot to bother putting up here. I still have them though and I may go through and do some more culling. In the meantime, my Old Post Promoter will randomly re-post them as it has been doing with my other posts.
This week’s Fiction Friday prompt:
Write about a man with an impossibly bad streak of luck on his birthdays, who, as his 40th birthday approaches, is scared of what might happen.
to my left
to my right
in front of me
behind me
engulfing me
all these people
get me out
before i crack
Originally posted 2008-08-17 19:11:00. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
This week’s Fiction Friday prompt:
Include a telepathic parrot in your story.
I had loads of fun with this prompt. All of this story is true, drawing from a day spent on our vacation last week at the beach, except for the event at the very end. I enjoyed writing it; I hope you enjoy reading it.
people always told me
to do the best i could
that no other man
could match that which i did
but this man came and beat me
never thought he would
now i cannot stand
to face this world again
Originally posted 2008-06-12 07:09:00. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
This week’s Fiction Friday prompt:
Include this in your story: “I wish he’d knock on my door instead……..”
Jan Weathers is a voyeur. Her neighbor across the hall in 2D, Carrie – Jan never knew her last name – was a sultry twenty-three-year-old brunette that worked in Human Resources at the Serendipity building downtown. Quite often, men of great beauty would knock on Carrie’s door and because of Jan’s curious nature, a small camera with a side-shot lens had been installed above her own door, pointed directly at Carrie’s. Perhaps only a handful of gentleman callers wondered who it was that lived in 2E; what job they held; what social stature; what level of wealth they had to necessitate a camera pointing at their front door. What none of them ever realized was that they were the ones being watched. Jan likes to record these men and later use them as objects of her desires. Carrie could fuck them; Jan had to settle for masturbating over their images freeze-framed on the television set in her bedroom.
break me
hit me
shove me
push me
beat me
abuse me
unleash it all on me
then run
Originally posted 2008-07-25 07:25:00. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
my back is sore
my neck is sore
i feel like dropping
to the floor
my hands are weak
my legs are weak
they feel like spaghetti
so to speak
my eyes feel weighted
my feet feel weighted
my body feels unresponsive
like ive been sedated
my strength is growing meek
my esteem is growing meek
i feel like i could go to bed
and not wake up for a week
Originally posted 2008-07-02 06:21:00. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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