The station wagon trundled down the dirt road. Beige and rusty, it rumbled and made a racket as it bounced along the pitted road. My brother and I knocked against one another in the back seat like marbles in a bag, laughing as we hit one another again and again.
Today’s OneWord: Festival
I ran through the crowds, searching for him. He was here somewhere. I pushed people aside, yelling his name, frantically moving through the festival in search of his face. There he was. I stopped. Stood still. It’s better to know where your enemy is than to have him surprise you.
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Today’s OneWord: Function
I was so tired, I couldn’t function. My eyes threatened to close every other second, against my will and I could smell smoke. My legs would barely hold me up anymore and I stumbled against the brick as I made my way to the counter. The woman behind the counter took a step back as I approached, fear in her wide brown eyes. She made me think of a cow.
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Today’s OneWord: Odds
At odds with myself about what I should do, I turned down the alley. I knew there was a chance I would never leave the alley, but I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t care whether I saw another sunrise or got another piece of gum stuck to my shoes. I didn’t care as long as he was alive. So either he or I was not leaving that alley.
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WOW
I am always looking for great resources on properly pricing my writing efforts, marketing my work, and interesting news in the writing arena all together. One of my many resources for fresh inspiration, great ideas on the writing profession and some humor too is WOW. WOW stands for Women on Writing. I hope I didn’t just lose my male followers. 🙂 Even though it is called Women on Writing, it’s not just for women. The resources are not gender specific. 🙂
For example, the latest newsletter from WOW featured articles on getting organized, spending your money wisely, and even a piece on starting your writing business the right way. WOW advertises writing jobs, contests, agents, and lots more.
Pop on over and check them out. Even if you’re not a girl. 🙂
Happy Writing! 🙂
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Today’s OneWord: Hoop
It lay there, on the floor. Glistening in the sunlight that streamed in from the high window. Sparkling like happiness, it was a golden hoop earring. I knew it was hers, knew she had been here. So where was she now? Where had she gone? Why was her hoop left behind and would she live long enough for me to return it to her?
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Today’s OneWord: Cabin
I had cabin fever bad. I couldn’t believe it had rained for four days straight already. The road leading down the mountain was a sheer mudslide and I couldn’t safely get down it until things dried out a bit. It was a good thing I had made my grocery trip down the hill before the monsoon began.
I stood by my living room bay window with my cup of steaming hot, too sweet tea, and watched the rain fall.
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Today’s OneWord: Collar
She wore it attached to a collar on her neck. It was a locket. A gold locket with filigree flowers and vines. It was beautiful. And it was attached by a split ring to a pink dog collar. She wore it around her neck and the pink from the collar matched the pink on the tips of her liberty spikes. Her blue eyes sparkled as she grinned at me and my heart began to pound.
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Today’s OneWord: Beehive
Walking home from the bus stop, I was kicking rocks as I meandered my way down the long dirt road to my house. I felt something touch my ear and brushed my hand lazily in the air near my head. Thinking about my terrible day at school, I continued looking at the ground and shuffling my feet along. I felt a sharp pain on the left side of my neck. I scratched there, assuming it was just a twinge. Suddenly I felt funny. My vision began to blur and I felt dizzy. I felt my legs give way beneath me and fell to the ground. Confused, I looked around me as my vision went black. Of course, the beehive . . .
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Today’s OneWord: Plans
I had plans. Big plans. Not the pie in the sky, I wanna be famous, kind of plans, but they were big plans nevertheless. I was a simple girl back then, just wanting a family and a home I could be proud of instead of the run down trailer I had grown up in with a drunk father and June Cleaver for a mother. It was sad and scary, really, the way she thought she was perfect and refused to admit that we were not.
Eileen Maki 