One of my friends from Facebook posted a challenge on her wall. Make a story out of this prompt: “The stone man and the fungi went to the beach.” Below is the picture she posted to give us inspiration. I took the first half of the sentence and did a story with it. 6 words instead of 3, but that’s okay! This one is for you Melissa. Read the rest of this entry
Ice, lock, wind
I am a dead man. Zack bobbed like a cork in the black waters of the Bering Strait. His bright orange survival suit covered most of his body but his head was getting hammered by one wave after another. He had long ago ceased to feel his fingers and toes. In the end, the ocean promises only cold and darkness.
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Johnny, Cash, Hurt
Well that is the last time I bring him to the store, I can tell you that. Johnny acted like a monkey today, running up and down the aisles and screaming when I wouldn’t buy the cookies. He decided that he wanted sugared cereal instead of the fiber one we usually get and when I said no, well you would’ve thought it was the end of times. Read the rest of this entry
Ocean, Glass, Pine cone. The cottage has been abandoned for years, no one is quite sure how many. Long enough that even the park rangers can’t remember who might have owned it. The sand has been bleached almost white, specks of darker rock and bits of shell blow in through the open window. Sea oats grow up the side of the sand dune and flourish in the sun and salt air.