Sleeping in someone else’s bed was always uncomfortable. The firmness of the mattress was never what he wanted and the sheets always rubbed the wrong way.
He rolled over to escape the unfamiliar lights seeping through the edges of the window that were not covered by curtains. His attempt was largely in vain, the blinking lights of the bar painting neon flashes on the dark walls.
The noise from the street also kept him up as well. The foreign sounds were nothing like the quiet calls of forest creatures or the susurrant shaking of the trees he was used to.
Monday, July 22, 2013
100 Words a Day 326
His eyes were drawn to her immediately when she entered. They started at her high-heeled feet, ran up her legs, over her skinny torso, and arrived finally at her hair, which was styled in a fashionable and time consuming manner.
She wore a little black dress with lace trim and carried a matching bag. The whole effect was to make her look even skinnier than she was, which was what he liked. A long slit on the side of the dress exposed her ribs. He felt if he watched long enough he might be able to see more than that.
She wore a little black dress with lace trim and carried a matching bag. The whole effect was to make her look even skinnier than she was, which was what he liked. A long slit on the side of the dress exposed her ribs. He felt if he watched long enough he might be able to see more than that.
100 Words a Day 325
The salt sat lonely on the counter. The red cylinder was a few inches short of a foot and fit comfortably in the hand. About a third of the way up was a dark blue band. One side displayed the logo, in bold letters, while the other sported a bit of persuasive copy.
A blue sky topped a blue ocean and contrasted nicely with the red of the cylinder. A whale surfaced in the foreground, causing white foam to spill onto label. It wasn’t a white whale, but it made for a better story if one imagined it that way.
A blue sky topped a blue ocean and contrasted nicely with the red of the cylinder. A whale surfaced in the foreground, causing white foam to spill onto label. It wasn’t a white whale, but it made for a better story if one imagined it that way.
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
100 Words a Day 324
“$20.32,” the cashier said.
Ed opened his wallet and counted all the bills, sixteen even. His pocket clinked as he pulled out a handful of change, nowhere near four dollars.
He sighed and said, with a reddening face, “um. I guess I don’t need the milk,” before pushing the carton towards the cashier. She took it sympathetic reluctance.
Ed felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning, he saw an old woman holding a five dollar bill.
“Take this,” she said. “I remember how hard it was on my mother that we didn’t have enough food. Your mother’s worried about you.”
Ed opened his wallet and counted all the bills, sixteen even. His pocket clinked as he pulled out a handful of change, nowhere near four dollars.
He sighed and said, with a reddening face, “um. I guess I don’t need the milk,” before pushing the carton towards the cashier. She took it sympathetic reluctance.
Ed felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning, he saw an old woman holding a five dollar bill.
“Take this,” she said. “I remember how hard it was on my mother that we didn’t have enough food. Your mother’s worried about you.”
100 Words a Day 323
Baraka surveyed the field. He recognized numerous warriors of renown among the rank and file, by reputation if not personal interaction. Some wore banners, some ornate helms, some were simply giants, but there was an empty ring around each of them, as though their own men were repulsed by their savagery.
Several of the men Baraka recognized from the Great Meet. He had shared both meat and mead with them, and respected them, but he wouldn’t call them friends. When they met on the field, he would do his best to kill them, that was his purpose on the field.
Several of the men Baraka recognized from the Great Meet. He had shared both meat and mead with them, and respected them, but he wouldn’t call them friends. When they met on the field, he would do his best to kill them, that was his purpose on the field.
Monday, July 15, 2013
100 Words a Day 322
“NO!” she screamed.
“What happened?” her mother called from the kitchen. “Are you okay?”
“It’s fine,” her brother replied. “She just lost to the worm boss again.”
“Fucking worm boss! I hate it! He keeps knocking me off the platform.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Zelda, mom. It’s one of the bosses. She’s just having a hard time with it.”
“Well yeah. The damn thing keeps knocking me off the platform! I keep falling in that stupid hole! Who designed this guy?”
“Obviously someone who thought it could be beaten by a first grader, and therefore a twenty year old.”
“What happened?” her mother called from the kitchen. “Are you okay?”
“It’s fine,” her brother replied. “She just lost to the worm boss again.”
“Fucking worm boss! I hate it! He keeps knocking me off the platform.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Zelda, mom. It’s one of the bosses. She’s just having a hard time with it.”
“Well yeah. The damn thing keeps knocking me off the platform! I keep falling in that stupid hole! Who designed this guy?”
“Obviously someone who thought it could be beaten by a first grader, and therefore a twenty year old.”
Sunday, July 14, 2013
100 Words a Day 321
“Let go of my baby!” she screamed, launching herself off the ground and seizing the leg of the man nearest her. He went down with a grunt, releasing the daughter, who began striking the other man with her free hand.
Her daughter’s half-freedom gave the mother a burst of adrenaline and she hauled herself up the prone attacker, ascending his legs and leaving bloody gashes with her painted nails. The man screamed in pain. Red lines appeared on his abdomen before she started working on his face and eyes.
Seeing this, the other man abandoned the young girl, and fled.
Her daughter’s half-freedom gave the mother a burst of adrenaline and she hauled herself up the prone attacker, ascending his legs and leaving bloody gashes with her painted nails. The man screamed in pain. Red lines appeared on his abdomen before she started working on his face and eyes.
Seeing this, the other man abandoned the young girl, and fled.
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