This page is dedicated to the trials, tribulations, thoughts, musings, and potentially bad decisions of an aspiring writer... but not really. There will be a lot of writing, though.
Tuesday, December 29, 2015
Two Sentence Tuesday #33
“I wonder what it’s like in California,” he muttered, scraping the thick,
frigid blanket off of his car. “I bet they don’t have to put up with this shit…”
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
Two Sentence Tuesday #32
The towering fir stood proudly, twinkling in hues of
periwinkle, auburn, and plum. I sat before it, transfixed, and my enchantment had fleetingly carried me back to the innocence
of my first Christmas.
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Two Sentence Tuesday #31
The valiant knight, wielding a sword of emerald flame, had stood
defiantly before the fury of the vile warlord, who waved his menacing, sanguine
blade with an insatiable hunger for devastation. In the space between
heartbeats, the dueling nemeses had attacked with a cataclysmic clash that had shaken the very foundations of the earth.
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
Two Sentence Tuesday #30
"Imagine the world at peace," he sighed, mournfully wiping the
stains off of his glasses. “We’re not there yet, but maybe someday.”
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Two Sentence Tuesday #29
Alone on the stage, under the bleary gaze of inebriated eyes, his
fingers plucked the strings as he began a slow, sorrowful lament in the key of F
minor. He found a familiar woman in a green dress, sitting in solitude across
the room, and as the pair made an invisible connection, she understood that the
song was about them.
Friday, November 27, 2015
Two Sentence (Not Quite) Tuesday #28
The sickly green mist
seeped through the cracks in the door, melting the wood as though it were wax. Jesus
Christ, alone, knew what would happen when that caustic whiff of poison filled
someone’s lungs or touched their skin… though I was about to find out,
firsthand.
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Deadly,
Doors,
Flash Fiction,
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Green,
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Poison,
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Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Two Sentence Tuesday #27
The
sinking tangerine sun created ripples of scarlet, fuchsia, and pink across the
fading sky as it disappeared below the western horizon. As the festival of celestial
colors sparkled in her eyes, she couldn’t help but feel… underwhelmed.
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