Part of WordPress’s writing course Finding Everyday Inspiration. Today’s challenge is to play with word count. I don’t consider word count too attractive a toy to play with, but out of sense of duty, I shall oblige. I’ve been producing posts of unchristian length lately, so in contrast, here’s a post of a christian length. A
Tag: short stories
Amen and then there was — nothing.
In response to Laura Feasey’s Literary Lion challenge: Drink Me. Long time nae see. He stroked the bottle. Ye cannae face life when yer dry. Sammy took a gulp. Ah’ll miss ye when I’m deid.
He would take Ben for a walk. He loved Ben. He always wanted a dog. But father didn’t let him. No animals in the house, he said. He didn’t love father so much. Mother was way better. She allowed him Ben. As long as it’s just THIS, father said. But he was angry. Now he
In response to Laura Feasey’s Literary Lion challenge: Pool. The old man didn’t like doing that. But someone had to. It had been raining and the old corroded tub in the backyard was half-filled with dirty water. That would do. It was about time too. They were already starting to crawl, squealing like rats as
In response to Laura Feasey’s Literary Lion challenge: Star. She * collapsed * and * turned * into * stardust.
