Browsing All Posts filed under »Fiction«

The New Practical Dictionary for Boys & Girls

February 12, 2012

0

In response to writing prompt #3 from www.CreativeWritingPrompts.com: crybaby n. A rare and bizarre mixture of Johnny Depp, cheap leather, and general weirdness. individualism n. The act of not giving a fuck. kinetic n. A form of undeniable energy between two organic beings in the act of being. surefire adj. The way in which you […]

Yoga Diaries: The flute player

January 5, 2012

0

I’m laying flat on my back, arms to my side at the end of one of my very first yoga classes. The instructor rises to change the music. Her choice must mean it is time to quit working the body and start grooming the soul. For a lost amount of time, we hear the songs […]

These Walls

December 20, 2011

0

If I were these walls, I would crackle at my corners and leak from my tops. Every day that brought rain would mean flooding your floors until you had to swim from end to end. When the puddles dried and the rain ceased, I would harbor the festering mold behind my sterile coating. When the […]

If I were a budding country music flower

June 22, 2011

0

If I were a budding country music flower, I would sprout from one of Nashville’s towering Magnolia trees. I would overlook Centennial Park’s ode to the Greeks and reach for the wafts of air infused with kettle corn. When the sun became too hot and the air too thick, I would call on the rains […]

Ring, Bullet, or Match

August 9, 2010

0

From the prompt: “In your pocket: A ring, a bullet and a match. In the diner, you hold your breath. Write this scene.” I am in the diner, holding my breath, not at all ready to make this decision. We’re not ready to make this decision. Isn’t this why we’re so disastrously beautiful in the […]

Breakfast at Reception

August 6, 2010

0

On any other morning, he could walk through those glass doors and she wouldn’t take any special notice. He would appear on her peripheral radar where for a few moments he would be held in the queue until she finished her present business. But on this day, she gave him all of her attention right […]

Remotely Remote

August 3, 2010

0

When she’s through with me she tosses me aside, not caring where I land. As usual, I’m left with greasy fingerprints and pangs of disregard. I lay here, face down, dreaming about others who would appreciate my function. The middle aged man who would cradle me at night, thumb at the ready, never prepared to […]

Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 257 other followers

@MoveMeBright

Follow Me on Pinterest

Archives

Words I Love

"Nobody feels like an adult. It's the world's dirty secret."

Blog at WordPress.com.
Theme: Inuit Types by BizzArtic.
Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 257 other followers