Here’s my first post for NanoPoblano 2018. If you didn’t see the announcement post, here is how I plan to approach National Blog Posting Month.
The plan: Each day I will post a short story (maximum 300 words), which will begin with a sentence from the current book I’m reading.
The part in bold is my starter prompt, which is from The Poppy War by R. F. Kuang pg 524.
Please enjoy and let me know what you think.
“The Hexagrams can’t foresee the future,” Kim kept saying to herself as she walked along the long corridor. The floor moaned under her step. She chose each step with care because one misstep could mean certain death. It was a labyrinth of corridors and doors. Some leading nowhere and other leading to more corridors and doors.
Her brother, Joe made her memorize a map of the maze Read More…
This year, I have resolved myself to do more writing and one way I’m going to do that is by doing a 10-minute writing exercise every morning.
I was a bit of an overachiever today and did two. I won’t always post them, but I’m pretty proud that they are somewhat coherent and that I have the makings of a couple of stories.
***Note: The 10-minute writing exercises are unedited
Exercise #1 – Graduation
Every time Aubrey looked at her watch she wondered what he was doing. She thought maybe he was on his way to pick her up, but deep down she knew that he wasn’t. She looked at her watch again. It read half past three. Usually he’s at work, but not today. He went off somewhere Read More…
Day 5: Your character wakes up with a key in his/her hand. How did he/she get it? What does it lock and unlock?
When Benny woke up he didn’t know where he was or how he got there
His hand was oddly numb and when he tried to move it he couldn’t. When he looked at he noticed a key was duct taped to it and a note pinned to his shirt. Read More…
Day 2 of my 15 day writing challenge was to write a story about a family on vacation. All, I’ll say it went in a bit of a different direction.
Robert always hated family vacations. It never failed that something would go wrong. Every year right after they returned his,wife would start planning the next one.
“Kids what do you want next year,” she’d ask when they got home and before the car even had a chance to cool down. The kids would enthusiastically belt out where they wanted to go and what they wanted to do.
Robert swore next year would be different. Read More…
Beginning Monday, August 10th, I’m starting a 15 day writing challenge. I will write 15 short stories over 15 days, excluding Sundays.
Why am I doing this? I want to get back into writing and I’m hoping by doing this it will reset/jumpstart my writing again. I’m also doing this to develop writing and blogging habits.
For the challenge I’ll be using the following prompts.
Day 1: Use your MP3 player. Hit shuffle and use the fifth song on the playlist as inspiration. Include a lyric or lyrics as part of the story.
Day 2: Write a story about a family on vacation.
Day 3: Write a story in which your character finds a family heirloom/artifact. Describe the object and its significance.
Day 4: Write a story that takes place in the kitchen. Read More…
Kevin could feel the cold cutting through his clothes. He and the other soldiers huddled together trying to keep each other warm. Winter came early.
Kevin had only recently fallen off to sleep when Captain Torres roused him. “They’re on the move,” he said. If there is one thing Kevin has learned from Torres is that you must always be battle-ready. He scramble to his feet and roused the rest of his troop. They quickly lined the top of the trench with barely the tops of their heads showing.
The only thing they had time to think about was making sure the bullets in the chamber hit the designated targets. They could not concern themselves with the melted snow in their boots or the smell of frying bacon.
They called Kevin ‘Eagle Eye’ because he could see anything a football field away without binoculars. Scanning the field, Kevin spotted movement behind the tree line. He grabbed the binoculars to make sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him, but before he had a chance to focus them he spotted a muzzle flash and was barely out-of-the-way before he felt the heat of the bullet whiz by. He ordered return fire and as quickly as it started it was over.
He assessed his men. No casualties or rather none dead. There are always casualties of war. The mind is the first and the biggest. A piece of it falls in every battle. He learned that when he saw his bunkmate lying twisted and bloodied on the ground beside him. He puked and peed himself all at once. He remembered Captain Torres telling him, “It won’t get any easier.” He was right.
Your mind kicks into survival mode and when it’s not it reveals the hidden scars and wounds that have yet to heal. It weakens you and you’re left like a pile of human rubble.
As his men sat talking and laughing about the early morning events over their coffee, burnt toast, bacon and runny eggs, he wondered how deep their wounds are and which soldier wouldn’t return from his mind’s moment of weakness.