Fridays shouldn’t be stressful but the kick-off to a great weekend! Plus, it’s my birthday weekend and Summer Summer Summer Time is here!
Take some time to write down your plans, make up a story of what you wish you were doing, spin a yarn or write a poem.
It’s Free-Writing Friday so tell a story however you want and share it in the comments below.
RULES
Word length is whatever you feel comfortable with. I find 100 words a great challenge though!
Genre? Totally up to you. Share a mystery. Give us thrills, chills, and suspense. Or make us shed a tear.
Fiction or non-fiction applies here. This is your blank canvas.
Copy/paste your story in the comments section for others to read. If you share it in your own Substack (highly recommended and encouraged) just share your link in the comments.
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Watch not the clock
Or the day’s passing
Watch not the moon’s tide.
Watch rather the human heart
That place where passions live
Which burns.
Where light may,
Or may not penetrate
Prepare for the worst.
For the human heart
Is a mercurial thing
With its own way.
Go not close
Lest you are infected
Melted to nothing
But if you can,
Embrace
And be consumed
Title: Lunch Rush
“Hey Dasher, where’s my food?”
“I have a name, you know.”
“Whatever...”
I regret answering the call already, though I resist the urge to hang up. Maybe I should have, since I’m still driving. Bluetooth is the only reason we are able to talk right now.
“Listen,” I say. “Captain Blue and the Slick Serpent is duking it out again.”
“And?”
“And a whole city block was destroyed by the fighting! I had to take a 30-minute detour!”
“Don’t care.”
I groan in anger. This delivery isn’t worth it. At this point, I remember that I haven’t eaten lunch yet.