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!
It was the tradition of the elders to convey a blessing upon their children. Marcus, though, wasn’t sure what there was to offer.
For years, he watched the many-headed creatures emerge from the cave and devour the children.
It wasn’t time for blessing, but war.
4/19/21 Watch (1)
Jedidiah volunteered to take first watch. He had the sharpest eyes and keenest ears. He wasn’t as sure a shot as Ryan but could hold his own.
It didn’t matter. They’d all be dead by morning light. The creature swooped down from above. He didn’t have time to even scream.
“It’s nothing personal.”
“Then what is it, Frank?”
“I kill. It’s what I do.”
“We’ve been neighbors ten years. Our boys are best friends. We coach together.”
“Sorry, Tom. I can’t stand your laugh. I’ve hated it since I met you.”
“I thought it wasn’t personal.”
If only for a moment
Facing the setting sun
Whispering secret oaths
Raging in the dark of night
Who can stand in lasting love
As war drums beat
4/22/21 Settle (1)
“What’s in the beyond, daddy?”
I stood beside my daughter and gazed across the prairie. Humans had ventured to the Great River, but none who crossed returned.
There were rumors of unimaginable beauties, but none certain.
“Adventure.” I grinned. And new land to settle.
Steady gray eyes
Clouded in time
A mighty oak stands
Tall beside the Great River
Carried by floods
A vision, a distant thought
Tears for both
Her voice calls
The Elysian Plains
The thunder rolled, a gentle rumble across the plains. The young men labored. Rain or shine, the cattle needed care.
The old cowboy gazed toward the hills at the rider on the horse. This was no ordinary storm. For five hundred years he’d escaped. But Death had finally found him.
Lies told to win the masses
Red-faced talking heads
Tossing knives into the cage
Eat your own
Destroy the other
Where is hope?
Where is love?
The quiet stillness far away
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Here’s a collection of very short stories (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 last egg stares at me from the plate. Maybe I shouldn’t have used the ones the kids hadn’t found, but we were out and grandma demands them.
Ugh. I don’t feel so well. Is that a tail? And horns? Shoot! I hope I’m hallucinating. I’m afraid, though, the eggs deviled me.
“I’ve heard rumors. First, they take your ears, then your nose.”
“Charlie survived, but he was never the same.”
I leaned back, eyes closed, listening to their fears. It didn’t matter. Nothing stops a chocolate bunny’s time in the basket.
“Four, three, two, one.”
The portal opened, we expected the team back at any moment. When no one emerged, Shauna and I glanced at each other.
Ready, I stepped into the swirling lights. Once I could see, I cursed. A bloody hand lay on the ground. But whose?
There was no warning when the spaceships arrived, not even a radar blip. We weren’t prepared. They crippled our defenses and destroyed our cities before we launched a single missile.
I lived in the rubble. My world had gone silent. I missed the songs of birds most.
Sharon bought the strange-looking camera from a stranger-looking man in an alley. He promised she wouldn’t find a better one for the price.
When she snapped a picture of Earl, it emitted a beam of light. Her husband vanished, but it was the best photo she ever took.
The spaceship hovered over the zoo. A crowd gathered. Even scientists were slack-jawed.
First contact. A day so many look forward to.
The door opened. A creature emerged, strolled by the humans, and toward a hippopotamus, the most intelligent species on the planet.
Deborah set her gaze on the planet as the ship carried her away. She placed her hand on the window and whispered, “I’ll miss you, my love.”
It was the first day of exile.
Her heart ached for her husband, but leaving him stranded was the only way to keep the crew safe.
People don’t want to give Gary Westmorland a chance. He is about to learn those people are wrong.
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When you live in a town as small as Smithville, sometimes your last name means people don’t give you much of a chance.
Gary Westmorland is a good kid who tries to avoid trouble (though there was that fire alarm incident). The problem is, everyone knows his dad is Bryce Westmorland, a man who can’t seem to stay out of trouble. When people look at 10-year-old Gary, instead of seeing a boy who tries his best, they see trouble waiting to happen.
Everything is about to change, though, when an alien named Martin shows up and asks Gary the question: “Come on, kid. You want to save the world or not?”
Adventure follows as Gary, his cousin Collin, and their new friend Martin set out to stop Mavis, an evil alien from another dimension, and her hoard of dragons. Gary will soon learn that he is the only one who can wield the weapon that will stop Mavis from taking over our universe, but fear and self-doubt threaten to stop him.
Gary and Collin vs. The Interdimensional Aliens is a story of overcoming fear and finding strength in reliance on others. You can sample the first chapter by clicking here, or purchase the book on Amazon for Kindle, Kindle Unlimited, or Paperback: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08J3TDVX1.
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