*Still working on my 50 words story experiment, while mulling over whether to do Nanowrimo this year. Got a few ideas, but I’m beating myself up over the possibility of failure. On another note, I’m experimenting with a new blog, Paulie Rocks , which will revisit rock music videos from the 70’s – 90’s, and into the modern age. Right now, I’m doing a 31 days of Halloween Jams feature, so please go give me some views and likes, please*
50 Word Story #23
The sign on the door reads “Victim’s Advocate”. It should say “Dead Victims Advocate,” because unless you are a ghost I can’t help you. My social skills are lacking with live people. I don’t do the internet, clubs, or grocers. I do church however. That’s where the dead ones are.
I was a man of tweny-five when I fell in love with the middle school teacher. To many that wouldn’t seem a problem, but the fact I’d been in her class twelve years previously complicated things. To transition from corrected papers to tangled sheets was no mere fantasy, but scandal.
“One day you’re going to love ACDC.”
“Like hell,” she says.
I crank the stereo. ‘Back In Black’ blares out.
“I hate that singer.”
I grin. “He repaired cars before he joined the band.”
“Sounds like he drank the motor oil.”
“Of course,” she says with a wink.
50 Word Story #12
The sun rises and casts its bright gaze across the molten landscape. The fires of the battle before still burn, fallen bodies drying out in the heat and drawing scavengers to the smoking field. Barren from the war, nothing grows here and no one moves. Everything is dead except memory.
50 Words #10
Jane stepped into the circle. The early morning light filtered through the trees. The stones she had arranged on the forest floor marked the points on her brother’s compass, allowing her to face in the four directions and call upon her goddesses with a wave of her willow shorn wand.
– Paul D Aronson.
Create a scene/story in exactly 50 words…
50 Words #6
I was the biggest disappointment back in ’77. Instead of following my father into construction as expected, I enrolled in Lady Zevon’s School Of Dance. And there I fell in love with another student. A boy. Oh, heaven forbid and hang me upside down. But my God, he could kiss.
*create a scene/story in exactly 50 words*
50 words #4
I’m still in a state of denial. I refuse to believe the truth placed in front of me. Is this the way it always happens perhaps? First darkness, then light, then the throne before our eyes, so bright, yet unblinding in its reveal of all our shortcomings. Heaven, I’m afraid.