| OneWord #5 |
[Jul. 21st, 2008|01:45 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | oneword | ] |
| [ | How ya feelin', Bee? |
| |  aggravated | ] |
| [ | Buzzing to |
| | gilmore girls | ] |
OneWord, sixty seconds, all writing.
Prompt: scarf
It was red. Red and long, made of wool. His grandmother had knit it two winters ago for him. But now that he was in Connecticut, the winters were colder and harsher than Ohio's. He loved that scarf, even if it was washed and dirtied and fraying. It was perfect. It was home. |
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| OneWord #4 |
[Jul. 2nd, 2008|10:33 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | oneword | ] |
| [ | How ya feelin', Bee? |
| |  angry | ] |
| [ | Buzzing to |
| | the red sox LOSING TO TAMPA BAY GRR | ] |
OneWord, sixty seconds, all writing.
Prompt: stable
Stability. Yeah, like he had any of that left. Right now, he was curled in a corner with a half-empty bottle of gin and listening to the adult contemporary station. Stable was a job, a house, a wife and kids, some kind of permanence. Stable was not this. Not this life. |
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| OneWord #3 |
[Jun. 26th, 2008|03:01 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | oneword | ] |
| [ | How ya feelin', Bee? |
| |  awake | ] |
| [ | Buzzing to |
| | good eats with alton <33 | ] |
OneWord, sixty seconds, all writing.
Prompt: grace
Her name was Grace. At least, that was the name she earned after a rather nasty spill down the stairs that one time when she was ten. Grace was average. Plain. Boring. But now, at a healthy and beautiful twenty-five, she was the apple of the library's eye. Grace could file and stack like a pro, and she even had the perfect glare to scare noisy patrons and those late-comers with their book and the ten cent late fee. |
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| OneWord #2 |
[Jun. 20th, 2008|03:58 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | oneword | ] |
| [ | How ya feelin', Bee? |
| |  discontent | ] |
| [ | Buzzing to |
| | the bell says it's 4 pm | ] |
OneWord, sixty seconds, all writing.
Prompt: flag
The wind whipped the cloth around, furling and unfurling the strong colors. It looked like something out of a slow motion clip, something they played on the Fourth of July with some patriotic music behind it. And really, there should have been, at least in my head. Something about pledging allegiance or alliance. But not today, not after what they did to my family. |
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| OneWord #1 |
[Jun. 19th, 2008|12:46 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | oneword | ] |
| [ | How ya feelin', Bee? |
| |  creative | ] |
| [ | Buzzing to |
| | Conaaaaaaan O'BRIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEN | ] |
OneWord, sixty seconds, all writing.
Prompt: deep.
It was so deep, it was dark. Dark, damp, and scary. But she sucked in a long stretch of air, heart pounding against her chest. This was it. This was all or nothing. And with a shout, she jumped off the cliff. Down, down, down, and SPLASH. The water was icy cold, but so freeing, so very freeing. |
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