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Tag: prompted writing
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Odd Prompts: Falling Down
The dogs were afraid. They whined, and crouched low by her feet, with their eyes rolling to the whites. She bent and patted them, one with each hand, then straightened to look for her husband. Until a few moments ago she had been happy in camp, with their cosy tent and the cunning little fire…
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Odd Prompts: Ripples
The problem is, human memory is short. If the floods came once a year, there would have been no building in the fertile valley, as tempting as the deep, rich soil was to the farmers who came to the land early. By the time they disembarked, the planet had only felt human steps for a…
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Odd Prompts: Haunted
The mouse fitted into his hand poorly, the size of it subtly wrong, the arc leaving too much room for his palm, so he had to tense muscles he shouldn’t to manipulate it. It was just one more droplet into the pool of rage growing within him. He clicked on the tiny x to close…
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Odd Prompts: Special Delivery
A snip of something for the prompt, don’t know if there is more. *** “We should have turned back there.” He announced, squinting through the windshield. “I’m pretty sure we’ve come too far.” “I think you’re right.” Bonnie twisted around to look behind them. The wet ribbon of the road twisted out of sight. She…
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Odd prompts: Chloe Snippet
This is a snip of the ongoing Chloe story. You can find earlier snips here, or the first book here. *** The bus was not a fast way to get home, but Chloe had refused to get a car, despite her mother’s silent disapproval. She’d only reluctantly gotten her driver’s license, and hated driving, and…
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Odd Prompts: Deep Dive
“Shouldn’t it be a suit?” “What?” He looked up from the wet surface of the dock to meet the other man’s eyes. “Jimmy?” James Pietswach, Jimmy to all and sundry, was hanging over the rail and looking down at the man on the floating dock. “A suit. With, you know, arms and legs. At least…
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Odd Prompts: Long Commute
“Have you been on station before?” Laney stopped, her hands in midair as she’d been reaching for the stack of tiles. “No?” If it had been anyone but her boss, she’d probably have snapped at them and sent them away. She had a tight time frame and everything about this project had to be perfect.…
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Odd Prompts: Mother’s Little Helper
A piece of flash fiction. In more ways than one! *** The security guard looked up from his monitor with a frown. There had been something… The barest flicker of motion. Close enough that had it been out there, he’d have been able to see it through the glass of the lobby. The facility was…
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Odd Prompts: Frame of Reference
More of the longer work, First part was here, second here… *** “Do tell,” I murmured back politely, looking everywhere but at him. None of the other occupants were paying us the least bit of attention and the steward was in the galley. “You’re…” “Not what you expected. Have you got it?” I placed a…
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Odd Prompts: Spy Chat
This is a snip from the longer piece I started with ‘It’s Never Espionage’ *** I stowed the gear, and as my wife had not yet rejoined me, stuck my head into the corridor. Branch and Amelie’s compartments were both closed, and there was no one in sight in our car. I debated, momentarily, waiting…
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Odd Prompts: A Knocking Cometh
This is a snip of my ongoing WIP, a sequel to The Groundskeeper: Raking up the Dead. *** “You are a goth.” Mr. Cruor’s smile over the rim of his cup was slightly crooked. “That is what they call it these days, yes? Have you seen the work of the excellent Charles Addams? I believe…
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Odd Prompts: Chloe Snip
Another snippet of the work in progress, as I revisit Belleview and it’s highly unusual inhabitants. *** Several hours later, Chloe stepped out of the last bus, and walked up the sidewalk alongside the high wall of Belleview. She stopped and looked up at it, painted in the warm orange of the setting sun behind…