Sunday, June 30, 2019

Plot

Borgatti

We all go a little mad sometimes. Yes, but... How much is a little? When does a little turn into a lot? As she wrote the story for the local paper, she thought about the time she had spent tracking that man. He was skillful. He hid in the forest for weeks. "Make it personal", her editor said. And she did. She wrote about how she remembered him. He was such a terribly mean child who torched houses and killed animals. The thing is... the story was just a story. Would he go a little mad or a lot mad?

Sunday, June 23, 2019

Logic

Borgatti

There used to be a little heart in that garden, filled with hope. And that heart grew and grew. The little heart wasn't so little anymore when it decided to leave the safety of the garden. He still recalled the butterflies and the tree house though. He even recalled the weasel and the pelican. When the little heart was arrested, the only thing he could think of was how far away the garden was and how he wished he could go back. But then he remembered... he had torched the garden, because that had been the right thing to do.

Sunday, June 16, 2019

Losing

Avatar Games

Strings left, strings right. They pulled the strings left and they pulled the strings right. The doll swayed on the small stage, left and right. Her face was emotionless. The brush she held swayed with her. Her face was emotionless... And the more they pulled on the strings, the more she swayed. And the more that brush swayed, the more she painted an invisible feeling in the air. It swayed angrily. The doll's fingers cramped around it tightly. Her body shook and jumped in all directions. And that brush painted a face of sheer anger. Metal dolls have feelings too.

Wednesday, June 12, 2019

Camp NaNoWriMo July


Here we go again!
It's almost time for Camp NaNoWriMo July.
The official website now offers the option of deciding on the amount of hours rather than the number of words.
So, this July, I will continue revising my WIP and my goal will be to work for 30 hours.


I didn't give up in May and I am actually having fun going through the revision process.

So, onwards and upwards!

Sunday, June 9, 2019

Surrounded

Milk Wood

He looked up and smiled. He was surrounded by trees. As always, he had returned to his comfort place, the forest, the dark gloomy forest, the threatening little grim pathless forest. When he looked up, he didn't see the dark. He saw beautiful trees in gorgeous tones of yellows, oranges and reds, and browns with a pinch of green here and there. He especially loved his spot, right in the middle of all those wonderful trees. He didn't know if it was the middle, but he liked to think it was. He looked up again and smiled a dark smile.

Sunday, June 2, 2019

Nameless Atmosphere

Venexia

The place is haunted, someone said. Or perhaps it's just for the show.
The atmosphere is eerie, another added, chuckling.
They all agreed.
“What's the place called?”
No one knew.
“Let's call it Nameless.”
Everyone laughed and their laughter echoed throughout the pitch-black galleries and archways.
They got closer to one another. Just in case, they thought collectively without actually saying it.
Where are the scary ghosts, someone asked in a jesting tone.
No one thought it was funny.
That's when they noticed the dark shadow snaking its way towards them and they knew it wasn't just for the show.
PICK TWO: 
stunted growth, bath, passive, pelt, atmosphere, nameless, tendency