Sunday, December 29, 2013

Coast

Winter Moon
The lighthouse swept the darkness of the sea and the vastness of the coast, alive in the distance, sparkling with tiny glow-worms.  Being a tormented diva was hard work. So, when Millie ran up the stairs of the lighthouse with the intention of pretending to jump off, she didn’t really expect to see a man, struggling to swim ashore. Much to her surprise, Millie forgot about the diva plans and ran down the stairs. She jumped into the dark tormented waters and saved the dying man. That’s how she went from diva to angel. And somehow, she enjoyed the change!

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Anything but Christmas

Rebeca Bashly - The Tower

The state of affairs called for immediate action. A man in a black suit stood outside Ronnie’s door. The festivities had been canceled, all of them. “No, please… You can cancel anything but Christmas. The children will be devastated. We’re so close,” pleaded the most famous Santa in the whole world. But the authorities were ruthless. Believing in non-existent entities like Santa was destroying future generations. It was destroying the potential for obedience. “We don’t want imaginative minds, we want them blind.” Ronnie disappeared a few days later and on TV, they announced that Santa had died. Christmas was gone.

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Spy

Vice City

“Sometimes things happen that we hope never did. Sometimes we bury our heads in the sand and pretend they didn’t happen. Sometimes others pass judgment on us without knowing the whole story, without even making an effort to. They think they are better than us, purer. However, in the bitter end, they are just as pathetic as anyone else, although in their self-righteousness they are incapable of seeing that,” said the private detective, who spent his life being a spy of other people’s pitiful lives. “There’s nothing worse than a lie. It digs a gap that will never stop bleeding.”



Sometimes things happen that we hope never do. Sometimes we bury our heads in the sand and pretend they don’t happen. Sometimes others pass judgment on us without knowing the whole story, without even making an effort. "They think they are better than us, purer. However, in the bitter end, they are just as pathetic as anyone else, although in their self-righteousness they are incapable of seeing that," said the private detective, who spent his life spying on other people’s pitiful lives. "There’s nothing worse than a lie. It digs a gap that will never stop bleeding.”
Changes suggested at Twisted Stories, March 18 2014

Sunday, December 8, 2013

I'm a Golden Monkey!



I'm a goal oriented person, yes, I confess, I am!, and today I have reached a goal I set almost two years ago with I Don't Know! I wrote one hundred 100 Word Stories for Laurence Simon's Weekly Challenge and Podcast and now I can call myself a Golden Monkey. \o/ Hah!

Now seriously, it was this challenge that, back then and often still today, pushed me to write on a regular basis (thank you!).

I had been writing all my life, but only when "inspiration" struck. Having to write weekly and being "limited" to the 100-word rule made me look at language, pace, plot, characters in a totally different way.

Anyone can blabber on and on. However, it takes skill to write a story as short as these stories and actually say something.
A bunch of people do it weekly and they do it amazingly. Laurence does it daily, but that's a different story altogether!

 You should check the weekly challenge and take the chance. It's a great way to learn about (your) writing and be inspired by others' creativity.
Aim for the Golden Monkey!

Blame

Tokyo 3.1

“Blame it on the water,” said the dying man from his hospital bed, all alone. Everyone else had died, even the nurses and the doctors.  The communication channel wasn’t working properly, because there was no one to adjust it. “Can you hear us?” asked Control back on Earth. The man couldn’t, but he kept on talking until the very end. The water had been contaminated during the unscheduled visit of an alien peace envoy. They’d have their peace... A human peace envoy would take them the most precious treasure, water. Even aliens needed water. And they drank it, the fools.

Sunday, December 1, 2013

Family

Sea Salts
A postcard from overseas arrived in the mail this morning. It had the picture of a mountain. The stamp was smudged and torn on the edges. The mountain was just a mountain, no location disclosed. It was addressed to me, but it had no address on it, only the country and the town. I live in a large town, so it was surprising that it actually found its way into my hands. It said “I’m coming home”, no signature.  I knew he had written it, my brother. At the back, the date was from six months ago… I miss him.