Our Just Jot it January and Stream of Consciousness Saturday combo prompt is: television. Brought to us by lindaghill.com. Pop on over and check out the responses, I know I’m going to.
Hmmm, I don’t quite know what to say about “television.” You see, I’m one of those people, the uninformed, the not-in-the-know, you know those people who haven’t heard about the latest “orange haired clown” fiasco until I either bump across it while searching the internet or somebody mentions it in a blog. I have no idea what “game of thrones” or the latest “naked and afraid” (is there really a show named that? *insert shaking head*) stories are. These are words I have heard from people trying (in vain) to communicate with me. I just don’t watch TV. The last cooking show I watched was “The Galloping Gourmet”, go look it up, yeah it’s been that long and yeah, I’m still pissed off about Firefly.Continue reading “Stream of Consciousness Saturday – television”→
Ash stood tall in the park, watching the children kicking the ball. Her branches still bare from her winter sleep, she stood open to the gentle breeze that bore the slightest chill. She shivered in the coolness, shaking off bits of dead bark and leaves as she plunged her roots farther into the soil, seeking warmth and nourishment. Her neighbors had already begun their own greening, even those infernal Pines looks smuggly greener. Her own greening would come with wild abandon. In the heat of summer the children would seek shelter in her shade. For them she would wait.
Today’s Just Jot it January prompt is brought to us by Di: Companionship. Do pop over and give her a read, you won’t regret it! While you’re out there is cyberspace, check out the January Jot challenge at lindaghill.com and come join in the fun.
Not Just Companions
Star sat alone on the stump of a tree in the old forest. How had she come to this? “I’m no leader,” she muttered to the surrounding trees “I’m a bloody barrista! Has to be a mistake. I’m not a soldier. How on earth am I supposed to get this company across the entire landmass to rescue the Water Guardian who has like a bjillion times more power than we all have together?” Star kicked an unoffensive branch as she paced worrying at every detail of their plan. It was insane, they were all going to be killed, she was sure of that. She continued her restless pacing and kicking.Continue reading “Not Just Companions”→
She ducked into the dingy narrow passage between the buildings. Although it was a simple thing to be doing, something strange was happening. Solanj smelled a trap. She was being followed and this was the perfect place for an ambush. Silently she waited, aware and ready to spring the trap.
Word count 50
Fifty Word Thursday brought to us this week by Tales from the Mind of Kristian ‘Although it was a simple thing to be doing, something strange was happening.’
Many thanks to John Holton for today’s prompt: Inch
My writing exercise for today:
“Write a 100 word story about a single moment, a conversation at breakfast, a personal decision, an interaction with a stranger. Any single moment focus on the detail of that moment.”
Inch by Inch
Step by step, inch by inch, she crept closer. The moment between one foot coming down soundlessly in front of the other. Her breath was quiet and still. Tiny sounds came to her from the alleyway. A mouse skittering to it’s hole, a moth mindlessly bumping against the globe of the street lamp, the sounds of people coming and going, living and breathing; out of sight on the other side of the darkness. Shadows moved across the ground, clouds passing over the moon high in the sky as her eyes adjusted to the deep gloom of the alley. She waited.