December 19, 2008 at 9:13 pm (Fiction Friday, Short Stories, Unedited, general fiction)
(written for the [Fiction] Friday prompt on December 19, 2008: write a scene involving exactly two characters that involves a terrible holiday gift)
Tim stood there holding the package in his hands, unsure of what to do. He looked from the package to the crumpled up wrapping paper that was on the sidewalk, to the beaming, radiant smile on Debbie’s face and back again.
“I—” he started, then stopped. He cleared his throat and shifted on his feet. “I—I don’t know what to say.”
“Tell me you love it,” said Debbie, excitedly. “Tell me it is what you were hoping for. Tell me it is just what you always wanted.”
Tim opened his mouth to speak and then closed it when he found no words coming out of it. He held up the clear plastic bag that was the package and examined the items contained within it and licked his lips nervously despite the cold winter wind. He was truly at a loss for words. Read the rest of this entry »
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December 6, 2008 at 8:27 am (Edited, Fiction Friday, Short Stories, general fiction, humorous)
(written for the [Fiction] Friday prompt on December 5, 2008: Invent a holiday for which your character is a big fan)
Sally walked down the sidewalk that lined the quiet street, chatting happily with the five fellow carolers she had come out with this year. They were talking about work, the kids and what they were going to do for the rest of the holiday.
“Did you watch the tree lighting on TV the other day?” she asked the man, Bill, walking next to her?
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December 2, 2008 at 7:30 am (Edited, Short Stories, sci-fi/fantasy)
Chapter Seven, Fall 2008
Author’s note: Lost on Earth is the result of a collaborative fiction effort for which I wrote the first chapter. I have included the first chapter here, but to read the rest of the story, please visit http://writeanything.wordpress.com. A full index can be found at the end of this chapter to help you get to the next sections.
Thanks for reading!
Bob Price fought violently against the panic he felt welling up within his belly.
What am I going to do now?, he thought as he leaned back against the door and watched her walk to the kitchen, placing the wet umbrella on the floor and the tray of cookies on the table. He closed his eyes and listened to her humming a song he did not know as she went familiarly to the cabinet to pull out plates. Reopening his eyes he saw his car keys hanging on the hook by the door and considered grabbing them and retreating back to the peace and quiet and safety of his office, where he could submerge himself into the piles of data streaming through the SETI project’s satellite systems. But looking at his already cold, bare feet, still wet from having just slogged home through the rain, and hearing the continued pounding of the rain outside his door, he shook his head and slowly walked into the kitchen to be a polite host to his neighbor. Read the rest of this entry »
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