I'm knackered. Didn't get a great sleep last night, have had a strange day, and I've spent some time working on my novel tonight. But that leaves the daily blog.
(Oh before I start on this, do you know how absolutely magic it is to have a cat which jumps up onto your shoulder and demands a cuddle? It is very magic)
Anyway, one of my challenges this month is to do the daily Writer's Victoria Flash fiction challenge.
At 9 AM every morning, on Twitter, he day's theme is set. You have until 9 PM to get your 30 word story in.
You think telling a story in 30 words can't be done. Well Hemingway demonstrated it could be done in six ('For sale. Baby's shoes. Never worn.').
It's a good way to hone your writing skills.
Here are my entries for the last week. And yes, I have a different Twitter handle.
All words are my own. The word of the day is found in the hashtag.
Will try write something better tomorrow.
Today's Song
(Oh before I start on this, do you know how absolutely magic it is to have a cat which jumps up onto your shoulder and demands a cuddle? It is very magic)
Anyway, one of my challenges this month is to do the daily Writer's Victoria Flash fiction challenge.
At 9 AM every morning, on Twitter, he day's theme is set. You have until 9 PM to get your 30 word story in.
You think telling a story in 30 words can't be done. Well Hemingway demonstrated it could be done in six ('For sale. Baby's shoes. Never worn.').
It's a good way to hone your writing skills.
Here are my entries for the last week. And yes, I have a different Twitter handle.
All words are my own. The word of the day is found in the hashtag.
#WVFlashFic20 #eyeball @writers_vic— TrellawneyThom (@TrellawneyThom) April 1, 2020
‘Eyeballs and ice cream,’ smiled mum as she dumped the bowls in front of us.
‘I want real dessert!’ I moaned.
‘Lychees are good for your sight. Eat up!’
#WVFlashFic20 #Concentrate— TrellawneyThom (@TrellawneyThom) April 2, 2020
She poured the concentrate into the frothing liquid, watching as the effervescence settled into the phial. This was the last step in her plan. In the morning, he’d be dead.
#WVFlashFic20 @Writers_Vic#Intense— TrellawneyThom (@TrellawneyThom) April 3, 2020
His eyes were green. Not a wet green of slime or snot. His eyes were dark green, so intense, you felt yourself walking through a forest looking into his eyes.
#WVFlashFic20 @Writers_Vic#Blur— TrellawneyThom (@TrellawneyThom) April 4, 2020
‘Can we listen to Blur?’ she asked, flicking through his CDs.
‘They’re derivative.’
‘They’re fun.’
They could never agree on music. He was a purist, a snob. They were doomed.
#WVFlashFic20 @Writers_Vic#Hocus-Pocus— TrellawneyThom (@TrellawneyThom) April 5, 2020
‘Three days!’ Eunice growled at the computer, waiting as her grandson worked his hocus-pocus on the mysterious box. It was easy, he said.
‘You need to turn it on, Gran.”
#WVFlashFic20 @Writers_Vic#Blind— TrellawneyThom (@TrellawneyThom) April 6, 2020
Guilty, the little face poked out from behind the blind. He thought he was invisible, faultless. The trail of destruction, leading to the paw prints on the windowsill proved otherwise.
#WVFlashFic20@Writers_Vic#Hazy— TrellawneyThom (@TrellawneyThom) April 7, 2020
There was nothing hazy in his mind. It happened, even if the court saw it as a he said / he said account of ancient actions. Guilt is guilt. Justice, justice.
#WVFlashFic20 @Writers_Vic#Mirror— TrellawneyThom (@TrellawneyThom) April 8, 2020
The best part of the fair was the Hall of Mirrors.
‘You’d still love me with an arse like that?’ I giggled.
Viewing my distorted image, he sighed, then shrugged.
Will try write something better tomorrow.
Today's Song
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