Here’s a collection of very short stories and poems (tweet-length) I did based on prompts from vss365today.com over this past week. I’ve found these prompts are a fun way to keep the creative juices flowing and also are seeds for potential future stories. The prompt is the word next to each date. I hope you enjoy!
The woman gazed into the distance before setting her narrow gray eyes on me. The breeze caught tufts of long gray hair. She brushed it from her eyes.
“It started when I was a girl,” she said. “It was the eagles that sounded the warcry.”
“Did the serum work?”
“I don’t know.” I set the box on the table.
“When I asked Perry to brainwash our guest, he thought I literally meant wash his brain. There you go.”
Thad gaped. “I don’t want this.”
I turned to leave, muttering, “I need new help.”
No, no, no! This isn’t supposed to happen! Sigh. I spent 18 years collecting enough crayons. Charlotte, Bethany, & Charles were the perfect family. Always there, always supportive. No more.
I should have lived in Anchorage, not Albuquerque. Dang heat ruined the waxwork.
Waves crash into dark seas
The Storyteller speaks
Chasing away the starless void
The rays of the conductor
Calling forth the symphony of birds
The child opens his eyes
Gazing across the garden plains
I messed up on my vss365. Since Twitter doesn’t have an edit feature, it’s a good thing I have the Machine in my basement.
I’ll create a timewarp, go back, and stop myself.
At least that’s the theory. The only time I tested it, the dog didn’t come back.
The flame burns
An Everlasting light
Guiding us to the mountain
And streams of melting snow
New life to weary wanderers
One hundred years behind us
Shedding ancient skin
Like a planted seed
Reaching toward the eternal sun
The lockdown was over. They emerged from the bunker a year older and barely surviving. Their food had run out a week ago. What kind of world would they find after the invasion?
The sun was bright. Birds sang. Children laughed and played.
They stared at each other. The warnings?–everything had been a lie.
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