"Sure it is,” Stacy scoffed. “That is, if you find desperation endearing. Come on, Andrew. Let’s get a drink.”
The Writing Prompts, they keep on coming. Some smaller images and pithy excerpts, I hope they get your creative juices flowing.
I do love doing these, and it’s easy when I can’t think of any big theme to put out there, and I hope to get to offer some inspiration for my sister and brother creatives and writers who may find themselves stuck or stumped or simply like to collect ideas for new stories. So happy to oblige.
Dino pressed his ear against the moss covered brick and tapped with one hand.
“What are you doing?” Belka asked.
“Listening and feeling for the hollow spaces.”
“Why?”
“Because I can.”
“That’s bull. You’re after something.”
“Of course, I am. But I don’t have to tell you, Belka.”
Francisco loved Adina as much as a hot taco on a cold, damp Seattle day.
Adina was not impressed.
Her mind was filled with Roberto, who made the most delicious tacos.
“Show me the magic!”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re too greedy. You’ll only use it for ill.”
“But when you do, it’s ok?”
“Space Traveler? That’s what you’re dropping out of school for!”
“Yes.”
“Why would you do a stupid thing like that? Everybody knows Space Travelers get devoured by the Cosmos!”
“That’s why I want to go.”
“It’s been a long time coming. But we’re finally in the pink.”
“I’m so relieved.”
“Don’t be. By next week, we have to be in the red or we’re out.”