This is an older piece but one of my favorites. The challenge here was to write a story using only 100 words and there could be no repeat of ANY word. It was actually pretty tough but here it is, 100 words exactly with no word used more than once:
Three words of doom; Love, hate, death. Conjointly they destroyed one poor man...
Two strangers crossed paths with attentions unpaid, yet a tug from forces unknown compelled them both into reaction. He looked up at her, the other vice versa, igniting some distant burning lust residing inside. An instant forever changing their lives. Hearts quickly merged for many years through that fate. However, anger would soon take over, consuming such passion. She had been seducing another while promised to him. Now his devotion faltered allowing intense outrage it’s reign. Bullets flew dispatching bilaterally, leaving naught but lonely anguish and torment...
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
NaNoWriMo
Ugh... I am laid up in quarantine for the next 4 days as I recover from Swine Flu! But this time spent sleeping and zoning due to being over medicated has helped me realize the perfect story for this year's NaNoWriMo.
For those who don't know what NaNoWriMo is:
National Novel Writing Month is an event where writers of any gauge from never written a story to best selling authors attempt to write a 50,000 word novel between Nov. 1st to Nov. 30th www.nanowrimo.org
This is my first year and I can tell it will be a challenge! Sure it's only about 1,667 words a day but this happens to also be the month that we are closing on our house and moving! Not to mention my son's 8th birthday and of course Thanksgiving... this November is going to be CrAzY!!
About Project Leona:
This is a story idea that I have been tossing around for about 2 years, I have done tons of outlining, character development and world building but every time I tried to start writing it I had no idea where to start. I would either get tired of looking at a blank Microsoft Word screen and give up or start writing a completely different story... But with NaNoWriMo, my intro can be complete garbage and I am not allowed to dwell on it so it should work out perfect! And with this story, 50k words is probably not even enough to finish book 1.
Anyway, wish me luck for this year, and if you are participating as well then let me know, maybe we can help each other get through the inevitable rough parts!
For those who don't know what NaNoWriMo is:
National Novel Writing Month is an event where writers of any gauge from never written a story to best selling authors attempt to write a 50,000 word novel between Nov. 1st to Nov. 30th www.nanowrimo.org
This is my first year and I can tell it will be a challenge! Sure it's only about 1,667 words a day but this happens to also be the month that we are closing on our house and moving! Not to mention my son's 8th birthday and of course Thanksgiving... this November is going to be CrAzY!!
About Project Leona:
This is a story idea that I have been tossing around for about 2 years, I have done tons of outlining, character development and world building but every time I tried to start writing it I had no idea where to start. I would either get tired of looking at a blank Microsoft Word screen and give up or start writing a completely different story... But with NaNoWriMo, my intro can be complete garbage and I am not allowed to dwell on it so it should work out perfect! And with this story, 50k words is probably not even enough to finish book 1.
Anyway, wish me luck for this year, and if you are participating as well then let me know, maybe we can help each other get through the inevitable rough parts!
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Nonsense
I want to write things that do not make sense
I need to write things that do not make sense
From now until nay
From hither till hence
No more do I strive
For the making of sense
Pentamerous squelch to the fall of mankind
Dry tears from the bucket lonely virgin doth find
Such a wise man did speak
Educated fools shriek
Said him: “This doeth that when black blood runs the child”
They: “This is so that where that has done this... THE CHILD! God help us...
A future so bleak”
He with the ray for who aliens have spoke
Woven tales of great greed though advances are broke
Pigeons can’t lay with the organs of man
Else the wife would have laid the wisest egg in the land
Wishes are tossed to a diamond filled sky
Instead should be tossed where all parties denied
He is this he is that, such a leap has been made!
But look, in the devil’s big bed he still lays
Bring the big cameras and the whole glim-glam squad
March I say march on the powers of fraud
Return the great beauty to they who are it
Presto shazam look at how it all fits
Sense, you say sense?
I am making much sense?
Well if you pay close attention
I said hither till hence
Not a lie then hath fallen
From my nonsensical lips
If sense is not made
Just read once and think twice
And dance to the rhythm
So infectious called Life
I need to write things that do not make sense
From now until nay
From hither till hence
No more do I strive
For the making of sense
Pentamerous squelch to the fall of mankind
Dry tears from the bucket lonely virgin doth find
Such a wise man did speak
Educated fools shriek
Said him: “This doeth that when black blood runs the child”
They: “This is so that where that has done this... THE CHILD! God help us...
A future so bleak”
He with the ray for who aliens have spoke
Woven tales of great greed though advances are broke
Pigeons can’t lay with the organs of man
Else the wife would have laid the wisest egg in the land
Wishes are tossed to a diamond filled sky
Instead should be tossed where all parties denied
He is this he is that, such a leap has been made!
But look, in the devil’s big bed he still lays
Bring the big cameras and the whole glim-glam squad
March I say march on the powers of fraud
Return the great beauty to they who are it
Presto shazam look at how it all fits
Sense, you say sense?
I am making much sense?
Well if you pay close attention
I said hither till hence
Not a lie then hath fallen
From my nonsensical lips
If sense is not made
Just read once and think twice
And dance to the rhythm
So infectious called Life
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
October Road
You and me
Remembering
Walking hand in hand
Time was our only enemy
I still feel
Your warm touch on me
As we walk
That long October road
I still see your bed
Still hear that somber news
Your sick they said
No chance to make it through
I still cry
When I think of you
And when we walked
That long October road
Still feel the pain
It doesn’t fade
How could they
Say you passed away
We weren’t done
Please god let her stay
I just close my eyes
And walk with you
Down that long October road
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