2015 Writober 2: Ghost on the Shore

The flames burned right through the figure sitting on the shore. The water was lapping through her, boiling in the heat of the fire. She watched the corpses floating, hers was out there too. She scanned the faces, looking for her daughters, but she couldn't find them among all the other bodies. She sat in the sand as the fire burned itself out. The wind kept blowing, but there was no other sound as night fell. She just kept staring out at the bobbing bodies.

At about midnight, she noticed three that were unlike the others. These smaller figures seemed to be pushing through the deceased. She watched them make their way to her.

The air breathed a word. "Mother." The ghost ate the word out of the air. It was her word.

She was mother.

"Daughters?" She whispered.

Two of the dolls bore the faces of her twin daughters while the third one wore her face.

"We're here, Mother." The spirits from within the dolls spoke.

Soaring over to them, she settled into her doll.

"What happens now, Mom?"

"Now, we wait."

WRITOBER

After my horrendous FAIL last year and my serious NEGLECT of this blog this year, I was tempted not to try WRITOBER again. But after seeing my artist friends post about Inktober and Drawlloween, I decided to plunge in screaming.

WRITOBER

Here are my rules for myself:

1. WRITE EVERY DAY
2. Post something, if not EVERY DAY, then every other day
3. Decide what to write beforehand...
• Oh, who am I kidding? I'm totally gonna steal at least some of my "topics" from the Drawlloween list & the rest will be figured out as I go along.
4. Nin, if you say, "fuck-it" to everything else & post nothing, still WRITE!!!
5. Have Fun!!!

If you decide to do this, I would LOVE it if you posted a link to your WRITOBER in the comments! It would be so nice not to be alone...

#WRITOBER

#INKTOBER
#DRAWLLOWEEN

Jelly Drabble

Oh Mint Flavor Apple Jelly! 

Where have you been all my life?

You are so delicious to eat but not so lovely to look upon. 

You are green and slimy. 

You look like boogers! 

Oh how I wish I had met you when I was a kid. 

We would have had such fun, dear jelly. 

I would have smeared you all over my face and hands and chased my sisters around growling, 

"I am the booger monster!" 

Now that I think about it, it's probably best that I met you now instead of then. 

I'm sure my sisters would agree.

Writober Daily Drabble 5: The Tomb Under the Road

"She even had her eyebrows still attached."

Nobody could have known what lay beneath the land that was to become a road. No one knew what would be unleash when they opened the tomb except for the dead. They tried to warn everyone, whispering in ears, even interfering in the progress when they could. But the contract said dig, so they dug. When they found the tomb, they brought in archeologists who removed the mummy and all the artifacts from the forbidden city of the Ming Dynasty.

Seven hundred years ago, the spell was cast and buried. At long last, it would see the light of day.

http://beforeitsnews.com/paranormal/2014/08/road-workers-found-this-mysterious-box-underground-they-decided-to-look-inside-andphotos-2473712.html

Writober Daily Drabble 4: Lamest Drabble

So tired. There are about a million things I want / need to do… Clean / organize my room (boring), laundry (must be done), post about my b-day party (shut-up, I know how old I am. I will get excited about birthdays ‘til I’m 80+!), WRITE (beyond this tripe, I mean), take care of cats (oh wait, I did! SCORE!), work on No Shush Salon event stuff, NOT hang out on facebook for hours (oops! FAIL…), set up a date or two, apply, organize my pet care bag…

But all I want to do is SLEEP. So… nap and set an alarm.

Writober Daily Drabble 3: Brain Pain

It’s been growing there for quite a while, this thing in my brain. The other day, it started talking to me.

“Will you write about me?”

“Who are you?” I asked, thinking it must be a character waiting to be put in a story.

“I am part of you but not. I grew from you and I give you pain. Also, I have teeth.”

It likes to taunt me; pretending that it’s going to eat my brain.

Then it laughs. “Oh no, mon ame. Your tête is full of le fluff. Je t'aime.”

It loves me by giving me pain.

Writober Daily Drabble 2: The Squirrel Watches YOU!!!

“Whatchu lookin’ at, dog?”

Phoebe stops and pulls her walker back to the tree. She looks up at a squirrel hanging sideways on the bark.

“Well,” says Phoebe. “It’s bitch, not dog and I didn't even see you.”

The squirrel laughs. “Oh, that came out totally wrong! I noticed you stopped over there and was wondering what had your attention.”

“Come on, Phoebe.” The walker pulls on the leash. “Let’s leave the nice squirrel alone.”

“There’s a really big acorn under that leaf!” Phoebe barks as she’s dragged away.

“Thanks!” The squirrel chitters back, scurrying over to the big acorn.

The Forth Tiny Terrible Tale: Camping Culinary Masterpiece

dedicated to Burrito Dave, the Boy Scout & Lothlorien

"It is TIME," announced the Boy Scout as he rose from his camp chair with a gleam in his eye.

He crossed to the very swank camping kitchen and began. Using all his skills, he produced Crab Rangoon in the woods and the happy hippy campers cheered. Burrito Dave popped out of his tent and began making burritos. The campers cheered again.


"Oh, so it's a contest, eh?" The Boy Scout brandished his spatula.

Slowly turning his head, Burrito Dave flipped his knife into the air and caught it by the handle.

"Never bring a spatula to a knife fight, Scout!"

The sound of metal spatula bouncing off the sharp blade drew more curious campers to the clearing from all directions.The campers cheered the dual until Burrito Dave sliced the Boy Scout. Swiftly chopping him to bits, he tossed the bloody Scout into the burritos.

"Who's hungry?" He shouted, spinning to find the circle of camp chairs vacated.

(This is a work of fiction. It in no way represents the true nature of the relationship between Burrito Dave and the Boy Scout nor any events that took place at Lothlorien. No Boy Scouts were harmed in the making of this story.)

Tiny Terrible Tale #3: Baby Powers

"She's so good with babies!" Kelly's wife, Miranda said. "Every time she holds them, they fall asleep."
The exhausted Mom happily handed Kelly her screaming baby. True to what Miranda said, the baby fell right to sleep.
The Mom smiled. "Thank you."
Kelly nodded then broke the baby.
"Oh," said Miranda, "That happens sometimes."

*** No actual babies were harmed in this tale ***

Tiny Terrible Tale, take TWO: The Death of a Pen

"Stories left untold, words unwritten, yet here I lie at the bottom of a trashcan with ink still in my heart."


"Oh, do shut up!" Said the half eaten doughnut.

Tiny Terrible Tales 1: Shark and Cow

Guest Staring: Bee and Zebra

Late one night while camping, Cow was sitting by the fire, meditating on the flames. Shark came up behind him.

"Whatcha doin'?" Shark asked.

"Meditating on the fire," said Cow.

"Cool." Said Shark and he ate him.

He then sat in Cows empty chair and meditated on the fire until Bee and Zebra showed up. Then, they ate him.

THE END

dedicated to Claire and Tracy 

Drabble Dream 19: Pilot

I was in a plane or a spaceship and getting ready to take off. I was a certified pilot and had been flying for years.

“Are you sure you can do this?” The voice was outside the plane or spaceship.

I rolled my eyes. “I’ve been doing this for years. I know what I’m doing.”

“But you’re blind!”

I was. But I had the controls memorized. I could do this! I could… crap. Did I just run into the side of the hanger?

“Abort! Abort!” I shouted.

“You’re not even out of the building!” The voice screamed. “You’re on FIRE!”

Daily Drabble 29: Post-it Inspiration

Post-it found in one of the books returned at the library today:

"Xemes play the xylophone in former Xanadu, Southeast Aisa."

When he woke in former Xanadu, Xemes was surprised. He managed to avoid Aisa despite it sitting right on top of the Southeast Asia. Most folks slipped easily between the two once they knew that the shadow land was there. Aisa was an escape from the responsibilities waiting in Asia. But no matter how hard anyone tried, they stretched like rubber bands and would always snap back. No one could stay for longer than a week. At least not until Xemes. After he’d been there for a month, he realized he would never snap back. That’s when the xylophone arrived.

Daily Drabble 28: CAKE!

Love                                              Love

Love yourself                                 Love yourself

Love yourself with a cake                Love yourself with a cake

Love yourself with a birthday cake  Love yourself with a birthday cake

Love yourself with a birthday cake made of ice cream cream and cake

Because it is your birthday you deserve to do the things you want

If you understood what this was about you would already know

You would know why it is important how it is awesome

While it is about cake it is not about cake

It is always about much more

It is about love

Love of self

Love

Daily Drabble 27: Invasive Nature

Today I saw this quote:

"Yes, all of the ants die in the process, but given the ants’ invasive nature and the abundance of the species, it’s hardly worth losing any sleep over."

In a galaxy far beyond our own, another species looked down at us. As it poured molten lava from the sky, it said, “Yes, all of the humans die in the process, but given the humans' invasive nature and the abundance of the species, it's hardly worth losing any sleep over.”

The art that’s made from the dead human civilizations is beautiful.

“I call this one, Pompeii.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IGJ2jMZ-gaI

Daily Drabble 26: Funeral Town

If you find yourself in a town beyond the cities, where nature ends and society is lost, you are in Funeral Town. Life in Funeral Town moves at a different pace. There are graveyards on every corner and the parades of the dead extend for miles. The carriages who are not part of the processionals, will wait patiently. As the hearses are pulled through the streets, the people waiting and watching will lower their heads. They are not lowered in respectful prayer, merely as a way to avoid seeing the newly dead. For in Funeral Town, the dead never leave.

Daily Drabble 25: Lazy Bones

Wasting light and wasting life

Living as if you have no strife

Tangled within the bed you made

You find you are beginning to fade

Lazy bones, lazy bones!

What do you do,

You Lazy Bones?

Lazy bones, lazy bones!

What do you do,

You Lazy Bones?

But there are things you need to do

You don’t know? I can name a few!

If only you could just move on

You lay that still, you’ll soon be gone!

Lazy bones, lazy bones!

What do you do,

You Lazy Bones?

Lazy bones, lazy bones!

What do you do,

You Lazy Bones?

Daily Drabble 24: Tone Deaf

One day when I was in junior high, my mom was driving me to my harp lesson. She had a bit of a mischievous look in her eye. She asked me if I remembered when I first learned the ABCs.

“No,” I said. “Why?”

“Well, the day you came home after learning the ABC song, you sang it for me. But you had no inflection. You sang it all in one note. I thought, oh no, poor girl is tone deaf.”

“Maybe I was.”

“I think you were. But you grew out of it. And now you play the harp.”

Daily Drabble 23: It's All in the Eye

One of the Huskies I walk is blind. She has slowly lost her sight over time. When I first met her, she could see but she’d lost one eye to glaucoma and her family was trying to save the other eye with eye drops. Thus far, they’ve been able to save the eye, but not the sight. Her brother, a husky mix, is really good about pinballing her away from hazards on our walks. She will sometimes walk next to him and he will guide her. He can be a goof, but he takes care of his sister. It’s sweet.

Daily Drabble 22: Red Wire Horse

The mystery of you makes me smile. I don’t know why someone chose to put you on their lawn, but I’m glad they did. I wonder if they made you or bought you from some art gallery or a thrift store. I wonder what other people think when they see you. I see story ideas. But I always see stories.

In my mind, you were found. A bit of trash left near the curb by a frustrated artist. But you were seen, taken and given a fresh coat of paint then placed in the front yard to protect the house.