been trying to kill this sickness, sleeping when i'm not working and when i can't sleep any more i read. mostly comics that r. from work leant me: powers and astro city and clock makers and the watchmen. after finishing the latter, i dreamed amber, something about hickman's plot that finally made sense in my dream and only in my dream. over and over, the handshake, the shock.
my throat has been unbearably sore and yesterday i tried to eat solid food and it hurt so much with every swallow that i was in tears by the end of it, at work. but i want solid food so badly. crave it. sick of soup and broth and theraflu.
so somehow related to all of this in my cold medicine induced state is my story starter:
He wasn't Superman, but he tried to do the best he could.
(or, actually if you don't like that, here is something i snagged from vonbrigthi's away message that is really kewl:
Somewhere in the city...
change the pronouns, rewrite in your style, use initially then discard entirely. react against. but should you accept this challenge, to write a story started by this sentence/sentiment, post it or a link to it in the comments here.
only one mandatory rule, that is original fiction please.
optional rules, choose to play with or ignore as suits your creativity:
- do the challenge in one hour or less
- do the challenge in 1000 words or less
- do the challenge in 100 words or less
- include someone eating something delicious
and most of all, remember, this isn't about being great or perfect, it's about having fun and also, so i can read more stuff now that i'm out of comics. muahahahahahaha! no, seriously, please, even if you think it is junk, share with me?