I think that case of senior itus has been very bad for my creative writing. O I've written some small bits of poetic verse here and there, But I've bearly written so much as a 55 since the summer, and that's just not like me.
True I've got some writing obligations I need to get filled right quick, but I think I may try some creative writing to help me out. First order of business, a litterary snow dance! Yes that's write, I want snow and outside cold and icicles! I love that yumm yumm winter!
I may start off with something short to excersize my writing muscles first. Also I need to get better at sustaining longer plot lines. Speaking of short fiction, go check out my pal
Polar McCoy
over at his writing blog. I promise you will be delighted!
So here's to the return of story and the bringing of snow ... cheers!
Showing posts with label 55 fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 55 fiction. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Something To Pass the night
I know I know, all that about posting my fiftieth post and I haven't posted so much as a whisper since. I'll come back and tell you all about what I've been doing with myself perhaps tomorrow or later today. For now though, here's a little something I wrote up while I was listening to the rain.
She stared across the table at the man.
"You're late."
The man shrugged, signaled for a drink.
"Talk," He said.
As she outlined her terms, one hand slowly crept up the man's leg. She leaned forward, enhancing his view. His eyes suddenly widened, then he slumped.
She was long gone before they found the knife
Happy dreaming! And if you're up like me, get some sleep. :D
She stared across the table at the man.
"You're late."
The man shrugged, signaled for a drink.
"Talk," He said.
As she outlined her terms, one hand slowly crept up the man's leg. She leaned forward, enhancing his view. His eyes suddenly widened, then he slumped.
She was long gone before they found the knife
Happy dreaming! And if you're up like me, get some sleep. :D
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Monstro! the beginning
The meadow lay behind Mrs. Jeraldson's house just up the street. Old Mrs. Jeraldson did not live there anymore, but the family still kept the house and visited every so often. The children weren't generally allowed in the meadow, but sometimes when no one was watching Lanie snuck off to make flower bouquets on her favorite rock. She was the youngest of the three Seuly children; Jamy Nate and Annie Lane Seuly. When Mr. and Mrs. Seuly were out, Jamy and Nate were supposed to look after Lanie, but being that they were boys, they had no time to baby sit a little sister.
On that particular day the boys were collecting ants for their ant war. They told Lanie that she couldn't help and would only get in the way, but she did not want to play with bugs and when their backs were turned she slipped away.
It had rained the night before and the meadow glistened darkly with the moisture. The rock would be wet still, so Lanie walked around picking flowers for awhile. There was a decomposing log near the rock, its bottom slick. Something lay on the log, but Lanie could not see what it was from where she stood. She went closer. The creature lay in a tangled heap like a rag doll. Lanie felt tears prick at her eyes as she came closer to the log. Weakly, one eye opened and stared.
Lanie caught her breath; he was still alive. She set down her flowers and gingerly cradled the small bundle in her arms. He was a kitten, very small and so dirty that his color was indeterminable. The kitten did not struggle, only shivered as Lanie held him. She stood and carried him home.
"Please Daddy," Lanie begged, "I'll take care of him. Please Daddy, he looked so scared and all alone.
Mr. Seuly had come home to find Lanie sitting on the front steps humming to a bundle of blankets she held in her arms. He thought at first that it was a doll of hers, but frowned when he saw the mud streaked down the front of her shirt. He had stepped out of the car and come up beside her, and that was when she had shone him the kitten. The boys had come running up from the back yard moments later and now stood a few feet away, looking somewhat nervous.
"Cats don't have families," Jamy interjected, "they don't need anyone."
"O yes they do," Lanie shot back. "Little ones like this one do."
"Boys, go inside and wash up for dinner," Mr. Seuly said turning to address them. "your mother will be home soon."
The boys hurried into the house, happy to get away but uncertain whether they might still be in trouble.
Mr. Seuly sat beside his daughter and peered down at the dirty little face in the blankets.
"Sweety, you know that cat might belong to someone else."
"Then they wouldn't have left him all alone."
"But what if he got lost?"
Lanie considered this.
"Then we can put up fliers, but Daddy we can't just leave him alone till someone finds him. Can I keep him please, just till we find his real home?"
"You're going to have to take care of him. You'll have to feed and play with ...," but he never got the chance to finish because at that moment Lanie had jumped up and thrown her arms as far around her father as they would go, crushing the kitten between them.
He was a beautiful kitten; somewhat on the small side but he seemed to do alright once he was cleaned and kept warm and out of the rain. He had brilliant green eyes that watched everything like two inquisitive emeralds staring out from his little pixy face. His fur was on the darker side of orange, almost the color of a red fox, but his markings were what made him stand out. His underbelly and up over his throat to his chin were white, and he had a small white diamond just above his left eye. To complete the package his entire front left leg up to the shoulder blade was white giving him a somewhat unbalanced look.
"I want to call him Browny," Lanie announced.
"He isn't brown," Nate objected.
"Pixy dust?"
"What would you want to give him a name like that for? It sounds too girly. If he was a kid with that name, he'd get laughed off the playground."
Lanie chewed on a strand of her hair as she considered the kitten.
"He should have a big name because he's so small. I like ... Monstro."
Nate set down his game controller and squinted at the kitten. Then he began to laugh, but Lanie had made up her mind; Monstro purred.
On that particular day the boys were collecting ants for their ant war. They told Lanie that she couldn't help and would only get in the way, but she did not want to play with bugs and when their backs were turned she slipped away.
It had rained the night before and the meadow glistened darkly with the moisture. The rock would be wet still, so Lanie walked around picking flowers for awhile. There was a decomposing log near the rock, its bottom slick. Something lay on the log, but Lanie could not see what it was from where she stood. She went closer. The creature lay in a tangled heap like a rag doll. Lanie felt tears prick at her eyes as she came closer to the log. Weakly, one eye opened and stared.
Lanie caught her breath; he was still alive. She set down her flowers and gingerly cradled the small bundle in her arms. He was a kitten, very small and so dirty that his color was indeterminable. The kitten did not struggle, only shivered as Lanie held him. She stood and carried him home.
"Please Daddy," Lanie begged, "I'll take care of him. Please Daddy, he looked so scared and all alone.
Mr. Seuly had come home to find Lanie sitting on the front steps humming to a bundle of blankets she held in her arms. He thought at first that it was a doll of hers, but frowned when he saw the mud streaked down the front of her shirt. He had stepped out of the car and come up beside her, and that was when she had shone him the kitten. The boys had come running up from the back yard moments later and now stood a few feet away, looking somewhat nervous.
"Cats don't have families," Jamy interjected, "they don't need anyone."
"O yes they do," Lanie shot back. "Little ones like this one do."
"Boys, go inside and wash up for dinner," Mr. Seuly said turning to address them. "your mother will be home soon."
The boys hurried into the house, happy to get away but uncertain whether they might still be in trouble.
Mr. Seuly sat beside his daughter and peered down at the dirty little face in the blankets.
"Sweety, you know that cat might belong to someone else."
"Then they wouldn't have left him all alone."
"But what if he got lost?"
Lanie considered this.
"Then we can put up fliers, but Daddy we can't just leave him alone till someone finds him. Can I keep him please, just till we find his real home?"
"You're going to have to take care of him. You'll have to feed and play with ...," but he never got the chance to finish because at that moment Lanie had jumped up and thrown her arms as far around her father as they would go, crushing the kitten between them.
He was a beautiful kitten; somewhat on the small side but he seemed to do alright once he was cleaned and kept warm and out of the rain. He had brilliant green eyes that watched everything like two inquisitive emeralds staring out from his little pixy face. His fur was on the darker side of orange, almost the color of a red fox, but his markings were what made him stand out. His underbelly and up over his throat to his chin were white, and he had a small white diamond just above his left eye. To complete the package his entire front left leg up to the shoulder blade was white giving him a somewhat unbalanced look.
"I want to call him Browny," Lanie announced.
"He isn't brown," Nate objected.
"Pixy dust?"
"What would you want to give him a name like that for? It sounds too girly. If he was a kid with that name, he'd get laughed off the playground."
Lanie chewed on a strand of her hair as she considered the kitten.
"He should have a big name because he's so small. I like ... Monstro."
Nate set down his game controller and squinted at the kitten. Then he began to laugh, but Lanie had made up her mind; Monstro purred.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
frogs
It really is too bad that most fairytales portray frogs as being slimy disreputable creatures. If you think about it, the frog prince doesn't really teach children to like frogs. Be nice to frogs in case one is a prince maybe, but the princess in the original story was quite mean to the poor little frog. Frogs are quite beautiful actually, and there's so many different kinds with such interesting names. there's one called a growling frog. who ever thought frogs could growl. unfortunately most of the pritty one's are poisonous, and all frogs are slimy. maybe there's some hint there, but for my part, i rather like frogs.
"But of course you'll eat me," said the ladybug.
"Not at all," mumbled the frog.
"Come again?" The ladybug took a tentative step forward.
The frog yawned.
"You know, you're quite beautiful in this light."
The ladybug blushed.
"Do you really think so?" But the ladybug would never know, and the frog certainly wasn't talking.
tee hee
"But of course you'll eat me," said the ladybug.
"Not at all," mumbled the frog.
"Come again?" The ladybug took a tentative step forward.
The frog yawned.
"You know, you're quite beautiful in this light."
The ladybug blushed.
"Do you really think so?" But the ladybug would never know, and the frog certainly wasn't talking.
tee hee
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