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

Wishing

“I wish I could fly,” sighed the frog on the lily pad. “If I could, I would fly all the time! Why my feet would never touch ground and I’d only be wet when I wanted to. I could eat all the flying things ‘cause none would be out of my reach.”

A passing moth heard his diatribe from beginning to end. Swooping closer, she whispered. “I wish I could hop!”

“You do?” Asked the frog.

“Not really,” said the moth. “I was trying to make you feel like less of a loser. Flying’s AWESOME!”

Moth’s can be such jerks.

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 6: Abandoned Balloon

Some snotty kid was all excited to have me and hold me by my string for all of thirty seconds. Then I was let go to drift. I don’t think the kid even noticed being so weighed down by stuffed animals and funnel cake and hot dog and soda.

It was fun, for a while, just floating below the stratosphere. But then my air began to escape. I tried to tighten my knot and hold myself taut, but nothing helped. I was losing altitude.

I was deflating when she came along with that dog. The pup bit me and…

POP!

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.

Writober Daily Drabble 1: Missing You

The other day, “The Courtship of Eddie’s Father” popped into my head. This was one of mom’s favorite shows. She would sometimes sing the “Best Friend” theme song to me and my sister. This was before we moved to Venezuela; before I turned six. After we moved, she’d still sometimes sing the song. I asked her why she liked that show so much. She said it showed how strong the love of family is even after tragedy hits. After my older sister’s accident and subsequent brain injury, I understood a bit more of what she meant.

I miss you, Mom.

Drabble Dream 20: Test

I'm waiting to take a test. 

The test doesn't start for another four hours, but people are running around and screaming. I sit calmly. The proctors for the test has each of us go into separate rooms. There is only one desk. It's too small and the chair is too big to fit under it. The proctor says I have a certain amount of time to finish the test but refuses to tell me how much. The test has only one question:

What is the purpose of your life and why?

My answer is amazing.

But when I wake, the answer is forgotten.

Daily Drabble 30: Corpses

"It must be weird with all of the corpses."

"What?"

"For the trees."

"Still not followin' ya, hon."

"So what if all the statues were like actually corpses? And some other something uses them to do whatever."

"Is this what your fancy college classes, I paying for, teach you?"

"No dad! I thought of this on my own. Like electrical poles are the corpses of trees and they're all around the living trees. Isn't that sad?"

"Well... bodies, buried in the ground, once broken down, feed the trees. So they use our corpses too."

"Isn't the circle of life grand?"

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!”

Drabble Dream 18: Telepathic Sleeper

Two unidentifiable figures in lab coats stand behind a plate of glass watching a sea of bodies on mattresses scattered throughout the room.

"What about that one?"

"Which one?"

"The one over there who has a bed all to herself and all that room around her."

"Have you ever tried sleeping with a telepath? Not having sex, that's great, but actually sleeping with. Without meaning to, they get into your head. Their dreams become entwined with yours and they wake up knowing all sorts of things about you. I saw one guy go absolutely insane because he slept with one."

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.

Daily Drabble 21: Bevel Bottomed Bottle

The bevel bottomed bottle (say that fast five times) sitting in a cup was the last thing I saw. At least, it was the last thing I saw while I was still alive. For the very moment my eyes were lazily gazing at the bottle and wondering if I shouldn’t just toss it since it can’t stand on its own, I feel a crack that runs through me and my face pitches forward. It’s strange to feel the moment of your demise yet not know how or why it happened and to have your last thoughts be about a bottle.

Daily Drabble 20: Ink in His Fort

He’s watching you, he’s watching everyone from his fort. He has plans and he plots in his fort. If you are a cat or a human, he will get you. He’d get a dog in there were a dog in the house. He is the mastermind. He will manipulate and control the world! All will be beneath his paw! He sighs happily and stretches looking out at his domain. He will have world domination!

He thinks about leaving his fort and creating havoc. But he’s a bit tired. He stretches again and yawns. But later… he needs to nap now.

Drabble Dream 17: Three Grown Men

The man behind the desk loosened his tie. “The drop will be at the bookstore in the kids section.” The two men standing in front him exchanged looks.

“Won’t that look suspicious? Grown men sitting in the kids section?”

The first man shook his head. “We’re not going to look like three grown men.”

“Do you see them?” I pointed to the kids section.

“Do you mean the man and his sons?” Marisol asked.

I shook my head. “No, the three men just sitting at the table down there.”

She squinted, but could only see the boys and the man.