Friday Fictioneers: Silver Lining

I pledgeTime for the Friday Fictioneers with another prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

The task is to write a story: beginning, middle, and end, in 100 words or less. You can find all the Fictioneers’ stories when you click on the Froggy. Please read, comment, and if you like, join the fun. Everyone is welcome.

This week had me staring at the picture but nothing would come. What I finally came up with isn’t the most original drabble I’ve ever written, but my mind seems to be in tunnel view and can’t seem to see anything else right now. I don’t even know what genre this is. I tentatively call it scifi because it somewhat fits into my series of future history* stories. (*The term is stolen from R.A. Heinlein.)

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Friday Fictioneers: The Morning

Time for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers again. Every week, more than hundred people take the challenge of writing a story in 100 words for a photo prompt. Go and take a look, leave a like, and a comment, or join the fun. You can read all the entries here:

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If you like what you read, return often, because posting is open until Tuesdays, and there are always new, amazing stories. I actually wrote two drabbles for this image, the first was a somewhat sappy love story (trashed it); the second is the one I’m posting here (100 words). It’s fun to experiment; flash fiction is just the right medium for this.

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Writerly Wednesday: Good Vibrations

“Begin a scene with this line: Why is the world upside down?

I saw this prompt on “A Writer’s Path”, it was about pirates. I didn’t plan to write anything for it, but as it sometimes happens, one of the phrases stuck, ran away and did its own thing.  There are no pirates, I’m sorry, and even the prompt is slightly skewed. You could say that I’ve been listening to Pink Floyd’s Endless River once too often. You may be right. However, drugs were not involved, except for some red wine. Take this little piece of silliness as a tribute to Rick Wright, and all the other musical heroes of my time who have passed away far too early.

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Writerly Wednesday: A question and “A Dream”

image00Help!

I desperately need an online writing group who is honest but also supportive of the not-so-professional writer. How do you go about finding a group that is right for you? And what is it that I need?

That part is  easy: I would like to meet people (online) who read and seriously critique each other’s writing. People who are interested in fantasy and science fiction. People who don’t mind looking for plot, but also grammar. People who don’t mind a non-native speaker in the group who sometimes uses funny phrases that need corrections. People who don’t want to push for publishing at all costs, but who write, who want to write, who want to give and receive encouragement, but also honest criticism. In other words: perfect people. 😉 I am willing to read and critique in return. While I can’t proof-read English grammar, I can look at plots and characters, and give my opinion if something works, or doesn’t. I have a good theoretical knowledge about how writing should be done, although I forget about most of it while I write… cough. Anyway, if you have an idea or suggestion how I can find such a group, I’d be very grateful.

Just to be brave, I’m putting a (un-beta-read) short story under the cut. I wrote this for a flash fiction challenge on Chuck Wendig’s site terribleminds.
The three phrases my random number generator gave me are these: A murder, The end of the world, Resurrection.

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A Memory of Summer

A Memory of Summer

320px-WatermelonsThe hot and sweaty days of July and August bring back memories of childhood summers.

My family would meet in the basement-kitchen: an ugly room with a low ceiling, which I hated and my mother loved because it reminded her of home. To be fair, the room was cool, a welcome relief when coming in from the scorching heat.

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