Writer’s Block

Words made of wood,

recording facts,

what is, what’s said, what’s done.

Where are the words that catch the rainbows in the waterfall mist?

Or paint the whoops of wild laughter as my daughters dance?

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Catch my breath #marquessachallenge

Here’s a thing I wrote for Simply Marquessa’s #fridayfiction #marquessachallenge to write something based on a given song lyric (‘every time I think of you, I always catch my breath‘ from John Waite’s ‘Missing You’). I had no idea where this was going when I wrote the opening sentence, and it turned out a bit dark…

Every time I think of you I always catch my breath

Maria snapped off the radio as the opening bars of the old familiar song made her cheeks burn. She could feel Derek’s eyes, watching her from the table as she carried on stacking the dirty plates into the dishwasher. She didn’t need to turn around to see the look on his face. Continue reading

The Intelligent American

I enjoyed this so much I thought it was worth a reblog. Great example of using dialogue to show not tell!

Flash 365

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Q asked me to a drink.

“You can meet my American friends,” he told me.

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” he said, excited, “they are from Portland.”

“Oh.”

Q is already there when I arrive, a place not far from my apartment that serves only alcoholic cider.

His American friends turn out to be one guy and his absent girlfriend.

“She got sick off some vegan shawarma,” he tells us from under a mustache.

The ciders come; two Russian, one from the south of France.

“So, what are you doing in Russia?” The American asks.

I shrug. “A few things here and there.”

He nods. “Yeah, I am a teacher too. It’s really great, you know–rewarding.”

“Mhm.”

“So, why’d you pick Russia?”

“Dunno,” I say.

“Rad. Yeah–I love it here man. The culture is fascinating and so beautiful. Rich–you know, like, rich-rich. It’s so old and just–” he takes a breath, “just amazing…

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