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Summer Time

I was recently inspired by an article I read over at Nerd Fitness. It was a how to guide on Living Vicariously. You know how sometimes theres a video or a person you see where you walk away thinking Man, I wish I could do that? Yes.

Well I decided that there are a couple of talents that I want to learn, a second language for one.  Of course I prefer to start with small goals and work my way up.  For this Summer I plan to:

1. Write a minimum of 50,000 words this summer.
I want to improve my writing and to do that I need to practice more. I don’t mean writing a novel, but short stories as well. Just so long as the cumulative is that 50k mark.

2. Swim a mile.
People who’ve read this know I swam a lot last semester. I didn’t continue this semester but I want to return to it. The most laps I did in one night was twenty. A mile is thirty five. I will work my way back up, I swear.  I did this originally to control my back pain and it really is great.

In August I’ll let you know if I managed to keep it up.

What are your summer goals?

Tell me below so we can keep tabs on each other.

 

Inspiration Friday

I am just exhausted from this week. I have great classes but they are all jam-packed together into one squishy mess of chaos and campus-running-around-ness. I reserve the right to make up words, yes.  Below are writing/art/drawing/painting prompts. Please feel free to add your own ideas into the comment section. Don’t forget there is still a contest  going on.

enjoy

Dear Mr. Stevenson,

We have received your application today, and have taken careful note of all your special talents abilities. Despite your overwhelming lack of qualifications, we have already hired someone else who is not crazy. Thank you for your inquiry.

She played with the red gold band on her finger to keep her nerves in check.

The coloring book she gave her son had blank pages originally. However, each day a new page was filled with increasingly weird images.

It was not unusual to see the Man in the Moon hanging in the night sky. Tonight though, he had brought his wife.

Curl, cave, convex, custom

The burns on his arms were healing, even as the scars changed.

The day the sun went Nova, that’s when I knew.

The comet came only once every fifty years. Each time it seemed to glow a little dimmer. After all this time, the comet still did not want to give up searching for her.  She had promised.

I would not mind if you whispered those words again.

The cat pawed at the notebook trying to get it open.

{Happy Friday}

 

If I Could Just Have A Moment More

My Contribution to Madison Woods’ Friday Fictioneers community.


If I Could Just Have A Moment More by Elise

The white arches looked like bones supporting grand wings. Lofty heights and imagined places of faraway made the man smile. He sat quietly in the back of the atrium on a small bench, unnoticed. He clutched the brief case in his hands tighter and continued to wait. The sun was beautiful today. Everything was; every sweet breath of air was a painful reminder.

tick tock tick tock

The brief case was shaking in his arms. He thought of his wife, and her relentless optimism. If only she was…No. He had to focus.

His cell phone began to ring.

Tick toc–

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Friday Fictioneers: Worms

My Contribution to Madison Woods’ Friday Fictioneers community.

Worms 

I didn’t have the heart to tell my daughter that when she buried her gummy worm in the ground nothing would grow. The autumn air was cold, stinging her cheeks  as she stumbled on the ground. She giggled profusely when she set the acorn on top of it to keep the worm warm. I’d already seen her cartoon drawings of the grown up thing; a multi-colored bird with a lopsided grin. I couldn’t tell her. I wanted her to keep every precious moment of child wonder that she could. “C’mon, let’s go get hot-cocoa,” I said while taking her hand.

And with a snap, the watch was shut

This story was inspired by the ‘Fantastical Friday’ Prompts posted at the end of last year/last week. The Ymp can be found on twitter, @theymp.

He wanted to add:

Not quite ready to relinquish Christmas. 100-word drabble inspired by “Star of Wonder” by Tori Amos. “Some things happen in their own time…”

Prompt: She opened her watch again, scowled and snapped it shut. She looked back up at the stars, waiting for them to align.

————-Star of Wonder by The Ymp——————–

Fire from distant, alien suns blazed through the dark, empty vacuum of space, taking countless light-years to reach her eyes.

All of creation was balanced for this one perfect, clockwork moment as the future of the cosmos teetered on the brink of salvation.

A new star of wonder burst into life to lead them onward.

The stubborn donkey brayed in irritation, balking at its owner’s instructions, unhappy to be out in the chill desert night.

Fate tapped her foot in disbelief as the pre-ordained moment passed unmarked.

The paperwork alone would take millennia; celestial objects were so much more straightforward…

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Happy writing, everyone. Don’t forget there’s a contest going on!

The Blindfolded March; a thought to ponder

Today, I found this interesting poem in the submissions inbox. Presented with no comment is A Musing by Fred Arnaki. He can found on twitter, @alaskanfrog

A Musing 

Is it so hard to believe the unbelievable?

I’d reckon this reckoning’s to be frightful.

Over which path does the rain of chaos flash? Which path is dried by rain?

If chaos reigns, may yet hope be reborn? Destruction breeds creation

In surrendering to death, what may be born true

Arisen from ashes hope springs forth

for one path is dried by chaotic torrents

the other wetted by clear skies.

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Fantastical Friday

…and, ta-da….

I’m on twitter: @Hammer_and_Nail.  No, no, don’t stop the presses. In fact, keep them going. I’d like to start spreading the word about this  blog a little bit more. I want to hear from the audience and get back to the original game plan: engaging with people and displaying what you have to share. Remember, I’m just the narrator. This is our community. In the side bar you’ll see there is a little twitter feed displaying recent tweets. I’ve also created a flyer to post around my little town. Feel free to print it off and do the same. (Karma, people. Karma.)

Happy Friday everyone! The most amazing thing happened to me this week: My sister bought me Pumpkin Pie pop tarts.  They are in fact the greatest thing ever. Other than that, I prepared my office for impending doom the New Year. There’s a lot more than meets the eye. I even set goals for my little cubicle.  Like, keep organized. I can’t remember the other reasons because I lost the list under the pile of papers from yesterday. No matter! Lumbergh will still get his TPS reports.

For today, here are some prompts. Happy writing!

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There’s a reason we keep the cat in the bag.

I am the keeper of tongues: Je parle français. Yo hablo español. Я говорю России. Jeg taler dansk. אני מדבר עברית. They are all sealed inside my locket.

Pour, tear, clear

The solider empted his canteen
Only to see there wasn’t any to sip.
White knuckles on the bayonet
He waited for the sunrise to slip.

A conversation in tweets:
@Mask_Attack::  @VilliansAnon, I’m at the bank like we agreed. Where’d everybody go??
Mask_Attack has checked into First National Bank on the Corner of A and 13th

Transducer | Definition: To convert matter into energy

In the year 2036 we play checkers in a very different fashion. There’s the board the size of the football field. The players sit on their flying disks, hovering above the ground waiting for the Royalty (used to be a quarterback) to call the shots. It’s quite a spectacle. Of course, after the debacle in 2028 they have to wear armor now. That way it does not get to bloody when someone is violently King’ed.  And the cheerleaders are amazing.

Gloves with laser pointers on the fingers. ..and other technological advancements to mundane items.

She opened her watch again, scowled and snapped it shut. She looked back up at the stars, waiting for them to align.

Be on your guard when you see a smiling dragon:

Helllloooooooo

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Now off you go! Send me poetry! Send me scribbles! Send me 100 word drabbles if you dare! And comment with prompts you want to see.

And don’t forget there’s a CONTEST  going on.