Wednesday Write

Writing Prompt 

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Wednesday Write

Writing Prompt- I know there is an interesting story here... 

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Wednesday Write

Writing Prompt 

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Wednesday Write

Picture writing prompt- Enjoy. 

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Don't Move

Day two and I wove in and out of stories on my first day. But I managed. 605 words plus I rewrote chapter one of my WIP- yet again.... My favorite lines: 

“Don’t move. You won’t like the outcome,” Ebony said.

“What the…” His head rolled as he looked down at his tied wrists. She watched his hands come up as he struggled and the pan came down, slamming into his face. “Fuck!”

“I told you not to move.” 
 Story a day in May challenge 1/1

F- Fairy Inspiration

~City of Fae~

It was there when I fell asleep, my bedroom. I blinked several times adjusting my sight. I stood from my bed of rainbow colored flowers and spanned the area. Trees loomed before me with little lights coming out of holes like thousands of tiny sunrises.

I took a tentative step forward; the ground beneath my foot groaned, then gave way. I dropped, landing on my feet. A zing sang up my legs as I spied a giant root city. Fairies fluttered back and forth across huge toadstool walkways. Naked gnomes huddled in groups talking in high-pitched voices I couldn’t understand.

“Excuse me,” a tiny voice said.

I glanced down and a leprechaun darted over my feet and scampered inside a dim lit hole in the ground. A pixie flittered right into my face; instinctively I swatted the tiny creature away. She flew back into the wall and every bustling creature stopped. 

The gnomes looked at me then to the pixie. Fairies fluttered down.

“You don’t belong here.” A deep voice boomed behind me. 

I turned to face the voice and a giant butterfly flapped bright red wings, hovering at chest level. When I stepped back, I found vines wrapped around my ankles and fell flat on my rear looking up at the ugliest thing I had ever seen. 

A troll spanned the entire length of the ceiling to the underground city. It’s green face scowled down at me. A spittle of drool slid from the side of its twisted mouth and I watched in slow motion as it lengthened further and further toward my face. 

I closed my eyes and turned my body trying to escape it, and fell on the floor of my bedroom.

(copyright@2013 - Summer Ross)

From the Depths...

I come back to you from the depths of a college stampede. For that is all we are, students running forward, all of us searching for the correct direction, yet none of us watching which way we are headed.


I’d like to think I’m different. That somehow I have it all planned and that makes it better. In truth, plans never work out quite how you intended. Instead, I settle for surviving another semester that I believe will lead me into a better way of life. But English my dears…is just another play on words.


In store for tomorrow, as my Christmas break from classes begins, I will write to you from the lands inspiration. My goal is to complete new adventures to submit to anthologies and magazines for 2012.


Currently I have fulfilled my 2011 New Years resolution with 20 rejections (not on the same piece) and will be creating my collage and taking pictures to show you all.


This last November I had another flash fiction piece " The Game" accepted for publication and is now in print. If you do buy the anthology I hope you will consider giving a review. Until tomorrow...

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A Flash Story

The Change 

by Summer Ross

     The soft melody of the song drifted up through the window. The gentle notes floated on the same breeze that stirred the curtains as Lacy swayed to the music. Her thoughts drifted in and out with the tune. 

Today was the day! Her excitement bubbled over with the realization that in less than an hour her life would change forever. The small white flower dress lay on the bed. He would come for her like the breeze floating from the window. 

Lacy picked up a small green vial and drank it. Butterflies played tag in her stomach as she waited. Seconds ticked on lethargically until finally her entire body tingled. Lacy closed her eyes and relished the thought that the dress would fit in moments. The skin on her back tightened, her muscles tore causing her to cry out, and then nothing. Lacy opened her eyes. 

The bed looked like Mount Everest and she knew she had to find a way to the top. She glanced over her shoulder and saw a huge wing similar to a butterflies moving back and forth behind her. She had wings! Lacy thought about fluttering to the bed and in moments, her small form lifted from the ground. She wobbled through the air and finally made it to the bed. The white dress sparkled with fairy flowers. She picked it up and inched her way into it just as the Fairy King flew through her opened window.

Lunch

Hey their fairy friends! I completed the story a day in May Challenge. It was so much fun I hope I can do it again next year. I didn't complete a story everyday- but I managed 10 short pieces in all with at least six I'm pretty proud of, one is in submission. I have some revising to do, but that will be done by the end of summer.


Here is a short piece I've decided to share with you. I had to use certain words that pertained to food to complete the challenge. 

Lunch

by Summer Ross

Alice squirmed in the plastic chair in an attempt to keep from upchucking the sludge she managed to eat. The lumpy blubber flowed like ooze down to her stomach and the after taste had a nasty film. She grabbed the side of the table as her friends laughed at a joke. 

She had no idea who made the lunch considering she showed up late due to a rendezvous with Charles who offered her a quick frisson of seeing him half-naked in the sunlight of her bedroom window.

Her stomach flopped in protest of the food mixed with her rumble in the sheets. Alice tried to squelch down the saliva in the back of her throat but before she could even stand to run to the bathroom a loud burp escaped from her lips and the table of people fell silent.

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I updated my blogfest tab please feel free to check what is up for June.

A-Z: "M blogfest"

Today's "M" post is courtesy of Wendy Tyler Ryan's M blogaversary blogfest


The rules: 50-500 words your interpretation of the dark
These words must be included:

mist(y)

mambo

moon

musk(y)

mongrel

myth

Here is my entry:

Myth hid behind shrubs as she watched Mambo dance in the moon light with the other fey. Their wings shimmered in the misty meadow. The hues from the moon acted as a spotlight for their circular motions. They were graceful and light on their feet. Myth was none of these. Her silver skin glimmered at night and by day, she looked like everyone else. 

“Anybody know where Myth is?” Mongrel asked.

Myth watched him glide from tree to tree searching for her. He was her best friend and she never told him. It happened so fast with the birth of the new moon that she didn’t have time to do anything about the change. Puberty shifted fairy wings, or created new colors on them. For Myth it was different. The change hadn’t yet completed and her new form wouldn’t come until the next full moon. So she hid.

“I haven’t seen her anywhere; you know she has been missing every dance since the change of the night.” Rayn replied hovering beside Mongrel.

Myth fluttered further back, her luminous dark wings caught on the shrub twigs.

“There you are!” Mongrel flew down.

Myth attempted to hide herself but the light from the stars reflected off her silvery skin. Mongrel grabbed her arm and tugged. Myth was pulled out and everyone’s eyes turned to her.

“Why did you do that!” Myth flew back into the shrubs. Tears challenged her eyes. She attempted to fly back home but the twigs caught her again.

 “Let me help you.” Mongrel said.

“I don’t need your help. I just want…” Myth tugged on her wing, “to go home.” She lost against the salty tears. They streamed down her cheeks. Everyone would call her freak and she knew it. She had never seen anyone change this way and they would all gossip.

“Hold on a wink, if you just let me…” Mongrel’s feet landed on the ground and his iridescent wings flattened against his back.

Myth felt a small tug on the bottom of her wing and she was free.

“Don’t go!” Rayn called.

Myth halted and turned to see her friends.

“You’re beautiful…” Mambo’s voice drifted in from behind Rayn.

“I’m not changed yet, I don’t know what’s happening to me.” The tears fell faster. Myth felt arms surround her and she looked up to see Mongrel, Rayn, and Mambo all huddled around her. They were accepting her.

“It’s okay, don’t worry about the change, we like you no matter what you look like.” Mongrel said.

“I know what will make you feel better! Come dance with us.” Mambo smiled.

Myth’s stomach flipped, he asked her to dance with them. Her heart flittered, “Really?”

All three fey pulled her out in the moon’s soft beams. The light reflected off her skin and a surge of musky energy sifted through her wings. Mongrel and Mambo grabbed her hands and they twirled in the starlight.

A-z: "L"

I have another flash fiction piece for you:

 Llama Dilemma

           By Summer Ross

(You may not copy or reproduce this story in any way)

“I’m serious, he likes pickles.” Jenna put her hands on her hips. Her best friend Lacey stood before her in a white tank top and jean shorts.

“Llamas don’t eat pickles.” Lacey retorted her eyes on the strange creature in the back yard.

“I can’t say if they all do- but this one does, here watch.” Jenna pulled a baby dill pickle from the jar on the table and handed it slowly to the animal. He sniffed it first then his long red tongue snake out to grab the sour green treat leaving a trail of spit behind. Jenna wiped her hand on her own jeans staring down her friend.

“Okay- he likes pickles, but how did he end up here?”

“I came out and here he was standing there staring at me.” Jenna surveyed her yard. The chain link fence intact. Now that she thought about it, even the gate barely let one person in, so the llama had to have jumped the fence.

A gurgle erupted from the llama’s stomach and something hit the ground with a thud.

“Jenna, I think you should look at this.” Lacey said walking around to check out the present the animal left.

Jenna walked around her friend and there, to her surprise, was an old shoe. She glanced at the llama, her friend, and back to the shoe. Its laces were worn from multiple uses and one side had been blown out as if someone’s foot had grown too big for it.

“Did he just…” Jenna’s words trailed as she thought. How could a llama poop out a shoe?

“Yeah, I think he did. What have you been feeding him?”

“Me! I only gave him pickles.”

As both women stared at the shoe in disbelief, they had not noticed the llama turned to face them. Its mouth opened wider and wider. Its sloppy tongue lulled out towards them and in one long sweep gobbled up the two and swallowed them whole.

A-z Challenge: Conversation

Conversation is so important in the real world just as in fiction of any kind. So I decided to try my hand at a 100 word flash fiction story incorporating conversation only- well at least to the ending line. It was hard because I had to choose very specifically how to get the story across to the reader in not only a short word count but also using only a conversation between character.

*I'm sorry to those looking for more of the short story- "Bucket" I had not planned for more on it, and my posts were planned in advance.*

Cali's Note

“I fell from a tree.”

“What in the world were you doing in a tree Cali?”

“Sarah, I’ve been waking up falling from things.”

“So what happened?”

“I woke up falling and landed in the yard. When I got up this note was under me.”

“Oh my gosh! Do you think it’s him?”

“I know it’s him! I can’t read it, you do it. Please Sarah.”

“Alright…Cali it won’t be long now my sweet by the end of this note- your mine.”

“He’s…Oh God…he’s coming for me!”

“Its signed Darian, King of Elves.”

Sarah disappeared and the note floated down.

A-z Challenge: Bucket

In my attempts to write Flash fiction- I decided "B" is hard to find something to write about- Perhaps because there are words from the "B" category that go well with names of people and things, so I decided on a bucket. The challenge was trying to incorporate a bucket and conversation into a 100 word story...

Bucket

 “What’s with the bucket?” The male customer asked

“Just sits there.” The shop owner pinged out the register and handed him his change. Her hands clicked a button under the counter. She went in back knowing the next to walk in would be the tramp and her friend.

“I wish Charles was available more,” a soft feminine voice came through the bucket in the back.

“It doesn’t matter, as long as he buys me things,” a tart voice replied. “He has a wife.”

The shop owner had her husband now. She switched the recorder off and headed to the counter.

A-z: "A"

I will be telling you a story in 100 words or less today. Enjoy!

Apple

By Summer Ross

A brother and sister were fighting over a bike when the brother pushed his sister down.

“You are an Apple!” she cried standing up to him.

“No, you’re an apple,” he stuck out his tongue and stood over the bike.

“Children what is going on here? Why are you calling each other apples?” Mother interjected.

Sister said, “Because he is and that’s what you call daddy, only you use double eses.”

“She started it!” Brother retorted crossing his arms.

“That’s enough. Children you shouldn’t call each other names even if Mommy and Daddy do.” Mother held back her laugh.

~ So Did anyone get you with a good prank yet for April Fools day?