Glimpses

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Forever and Ever - (Master Class 2015)



Master Class 2015 - Ancient Mutterings
 
 Master Class is a group of bloggers who write as a result of the inspiration from given prompts. The prompts are different each week, but some things remain the same:
  1. Use the prompt as a title or within the story.
  2. Keep it within 700 words.
  3. Submit it by 6:00 PM EST Sunday
This week's prompts are:
Speculative idiot
On location
Ancient mutterings

To get all of the details for Master Class, visit SAM's blog Master Class 2015 


Here's my development based on the prompt "Ancient Mutterings": 


 Forever and Ever
After several weeks of watching Grandpa Terrance decline, Madison decided to bring a tape recorder with her for their visit. She wanted to be able to keep as much of him with her as she could, as his descent into dementia persisted. Grandpa T was a grand master of storytellers, for as long as she could remember, he would gather the children around at his feet while he plucked ripe gorgonberries from mid air and passed them around in a bowl for everyone to taste. If the story lasted an hour the kids would ask for more at the end, they would have sat there all day if he had let them. Instead, he would give them some type of mission to focus on for the rest of their afternoon that took them outside in a state of wonder.
"Billy, I want you to find the wings of Miss Carrion's butterfly. She will not be able to return home until she has them back on her. You can look in the puddle of fallen leaves by the oak in your backyard. Look very closely though, they could be disguised as a leaf themselves" he said as he patted him on the back of the head.
Billy's attentive gaze never wavered as he nodded, while Grandpa T gave him instructions. He stood only three feet tall, on spindly legs, but when he was on a mission from Grandpa T he stood taller than the redwoods.
"Trudy, I want you to find the pathway that leads to mushroom hollow, where Miss Carrion's butterfly is supposed to go. You will need this," he said as he carefully put a willow switch into her hand. A purple crystal was held in place at the top, where it was tied with leather laces. "It is important to see that the sun shines through the crystal on the mushrooms when you find the hollow, you will be able to tell if it is the right place when the light becomes a rainbow over the top of the largest mushroom. Be sure to mark the place, so that we can find it again."
Trudy's eyes were alight with a twinkling that she only found after story time when Grandpa T would send her on another mission.
All of the children in the neighborhood knew Grandpa T. All of the children in the neighborhood loved Grandpa T, but that was then. The last seven years Grandpa T had been tucked away in Morning Meadows Retirement Community. The Meadows, as it was fondly referred to by those who were familiar with the area, specialized in providing a homelike atmosphere for people whose memories were fading.
Madison came to see Grandpa T three to four times a week, always with a smile. So far, he remembered her, but she knew that might not always be the case. 

(This is the start of a much larger story. The prompt has crafted thoughts in my head that need to be nourished. Rather than dumping you in the middle of stark territory,  I will leave you here, where Madison considers what is necessary for her to save Grandpa T's memories, as he is losing the ability to retain them.)
©k~



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Sunday, January 18, 2015

Skin Shifting (Master Class 2015)


Master Class 2015 - Skin Slipping
 
 Master Class is a group of bloggers who write as a result of the inspiration from given prompts. The prompts are different each week, but some things remain the same:
  1. Use the prompt as a title or within the story.
  2. Keep it within 700 words.
  3. Submit it by 6:00 PM EST Sunday
This week's prompts are:
Slipping into another skin
Advanced settings
Blinding darkness

To get all of the details for Master Class, visit SAM's blog

Here's my development based on the prompt "Slipping into another skin": 



Dim lights painted small fractals on the hardwood floor in shades of blue. As Carla twirled on the ball of her heels, Adam held the small of her back carefully. Adam did not recognize Carla as the same girl they called Clumsy Carla in high school, he did not recognize her at all, but Carla knew who Adam was.
 She only had been dancing for a few months now, and each time she went, Carla Pennington felt a bit more free. The silken dress that hugged every inch of her, rippled softly over her hips, before it smoothed out to accentuate the curve of her ass. She was fully aware of the power she held beneath the shimmering light.
Like Clark Kent before slipping into another skin, Carla was avoidable, but when she put her heels on, untied her hair, and let the swing in her hips go free, she was the center of attention on the dance floor, with super powers of her own. The beat pumped out steady bass, which seemed to meet first at the left, then the right hip. Adam's eyes were glued to her every move. At one point he stood still in the center of the dance floor and just watched her. The exchange unleashed her inner vamp. She turned her back to Adam and pressed her body up close to his as she slid down his to the floor in undulating motions. His heart beat was almost as loud as the bass in the room, she could feel it where their bodies met. When she was sure she had his full attention, she kissed him.

Before Adam could catch his breath, Carla was gone.

The next day at work, Carla overheard Adam talking to another guy in her office about this woman he met the night before.
"I did not even get her name, Nick. She was there in my arms one minute and gone the next."
Carla smiled as she passed in front of them both, hair piled atop her head, dark rimmed glasses in place, with an armful of folders."Scuse me gentlemen" she said as she passed between them.
"I wish I could find her again" Adam said as he took a sip of the coffee in his hands. 

© k~ 2015
 


Sunday, January 11, 2015

Miguel (Master Class)

Master Class 2015 - Miguel
 

 Master Class is a group of bloggers who write as a result of the inspiration from given prompts. The prompts are different each week, but somethings remain the same:
  1. Use the prompt as a title or within the story.
  2. Keep it within 700 words.
  3. Submit it by 6:00 PM EST Sunday
This weeks prompts are:
Slice the pie
Unwelcome reminder
Extraordinary objects of the universe



Here's my development based on the prompt "Unwelcome Reminder": 



Miguel
It was almost midnight when the phone rang. It’s rarely good news when the phone rings at that time of night, but I held out hope and picked it up.
“Hey, what’s up scooter butt?”
“It’s late Miguel, what do you want?”
“Whoa, why are you such a stick in the mud? I just wanted to talk to my long time buddy. Can’t a guy give you a call just to talk?”
It was an unwelcome reminder that there were still people in my life that were unhealthy, and if I wanted to keep them in my life, I would have to accept that they were and would continue to be unhealthy.
“What do you want Miguel?”
“Really Sandy, I just want to talk to you.”
“Well, start talking then, I’m tired.”
“Never mind, I would hate to interrupt something im-por-tant.”
The phone hung up before I could return it to its cradle. I knew he would call back in a few minutes, when he realized I was not going to, so I took it off the hook. In some cases, anything left unsaid is better than what might be said.
“Goodnight Miguel.”
© k~



Master Class 2015
 
 
 
 
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Sunday, April 13, 2014

A Moment on the Beach With Bella (Inspiration Monday)

The InMon Prompts:
COST OF LIVING
EARTH EATER
ORANGE JUMPSUIT
UNREAD
SECOND BEST

Stephanie has me thinking about putting these Inspiration Monday prompts into 50 words. But 50 words is so few to craft a complete thought out of, let alone a story (though she really did it well). Perhaps I can start with 100 and whittle my way down.

Here's this week's cluster of prompts in  A Moment on the Beach With Bella in at 100: 

Bella wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead as she set the unread, second best book back on her beach towel. With the cost of living soaring, she did not understand why there were not more red hump earth eater's sifting sand under the water along the long peninsula, or why the orange jumpsuit wearing prisoners were not clearing out broken glass and bits of trash that trailed along the edge of the shoreline. In her mind it was simple, there were plenty of things that needed to be done, and plenty of people that needed to be doing. 

k~

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