Okay, I am back in the swing of things for the microfiction project. Here is the list of photos I intend to use from my brother's website.
The plan is to pair each picture with a 100 word microfiction story inspired by it, and then publish the book using blurb or lulu.
If you are interested in taking part, the goal is to have the book ready in time ( Read more... )

I haven't written much here lately, and I don't really blame facebook. There just hasn't been much anything of substance to write.

This weekend, though, my writing critique group is having a mini-retreat up at Birch Bay. We're taking advantage of our timeshare location there. I haven't been to this one before, so I am looking forward to it.

Besides ( Read more... )

Just a reminder that entries for this week's microfiction contest are due by 7am tomorrow morning. If there are no other entries, then I automatically win, no matter how terrible my 50 words are  :-p

The theme this week is from William Gibson's Neuromancer:

The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel

Silver Lining -
We got the letter from unemployment yesterday that said how much karolusb  would be getting. It is more than we thought - 80% of what his take home pay had been instead of 70%. It also means that since the company was cutting everyone down to 4 days a week anyway, he will be making as much on unemployment as he would be if he were still ( Read more... )

"It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen."

Story 1
Have you ever felt like time has turned itself upside down? Like something inside the core of the earth has awoken; deciding on it’s own to shift the very foundation of all we know to be true. That’s how I felt April First. Unfortunately, this was no April Fool’s joke ( Read more... )

Congratulations to rendertarget  for winning last week's contest with ( this story )

Story 1
I stared out over the expanse before me, surrounding me. A vast blight, stark blue sky over rolling dust, the sound of wind and smell of nothing. All of it paid for, mine. All to remove myself from Man. My whole life's work, traded for the right to be alone.

Story 2
She stared at the check and the letter that had come with it. She had actually ( Read more... )

Remember, entries for this week's microfiction contest are due in by 7am tomorrow.

If nobody else enters, I win!

My (award winning) entry:

She stared at the check and the letter that had come with it. She had actually sold a story. A rarely seen smile crossed her face. The money wasn’t enough to solve their problems, far from it, but it would hold ( Read more... )

Congratulations to ( Read more... )

Story 1
His glossy hair was rain-damp, his eyes brilliant. He’d gathered a posy of wildflowers for my kitchen. Crow poison, I said. A favorite from my childhood. I’m glad that you love them, but they wilt when picked. Then I married him, of course. Their tiny deaths were a warning wasted.

Story 2
His garden was an explosion of color, a riot of flowers ( Read more... )