My goal is one short per day. So far, so good. How often do you make time to write?
“Alright, so, you know that feeling you get when you can’t sleep because you’re looking forward to something the next day?”
“Ok. That feeling is yellow. That’s what yellow is.”
“Ohh, I felt yellow when Mommy and Daddy took me on vacation tomorrow!”
“You mean last week?”
“Yeah. We went to the beach!”
“What color do you think the beach was?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “Next color!”
“Ok, next color. Think of the yummiest dessert you’ve ever eaten.”
“Like chocolate cake. Or fudge. Brownies, caramel, hot chocolate, s’mores! That’s brown.”
“So brown is your favorite color?”
“Well, those foods are some of my favorites, but brown isn’t my favorite color.”
“Which one is?”
“Orange. Orange is what fall smells like, and what the leaves crunching under feet sound like. Now, red, that’s heat, love, anger; it’s all those feelings that are hard to hold back. Green looks like salad tastes, and blue looks like life feels. Think air, breath, water, refreshment, and relaxation.”
“Purple is the feeling of velvet fabric, the sound of jazz music, and the taste of lollipops. So now what color do you think the beach is?”
“All those happy colors at once! I bet that’s what Mommy and Daddy look like, too.”
Twenty years after his burial, there was a knock on the top of the casket. The corpse heard this because his soul had waited there for God to come and take him. After 15 years, he thought maybe he should start waiting for Satan instead. The knock elated him as much as any unclaimed soul in his rotten body could be elated. There was a second knock and a third. The forth was a strike which splintered the wood into odd angles. With one final blow the moonlight trickled in, illuminating too much space around him. His first-dead body had filled the whole casket. His skeleton found it spacious. The soul slithered out of the coffin, climbing the trail of moonlight out of the hole. What he saw beside his coffin appeared human, but too beautiful, and more animal. He watched the pale hands effortlessly lift his skeleton from its rest and toss it onto the grass beside his grave. The pale thing climbed into the coffin and pulled what was left of the casket lid back over him. A shower of dirt followed the movement. Homeless, the spirit floated to the nearest town and found respite in the eaves of a large barn. For 20 more years he hovered, this time having something to watch. In that time, he learned that it had been a vampire who robbed his grave and that not even the undead wanted to claim him. It became obvious that he was meant to do the claiming. The exorcisms began the following week.
I love shorts. Not the kind you wear, but the kind you read. They are extremely difficult for a wordy girl like me to write. SO! I have challenged myself to write a collection of 300-word or less short stories this summer. You can find them on the Shorts Page.
Care to join? Link to your Shorts Page in the comments section!
Here’s to the inaugural post of my platform for all things writing.
A little about myself: I’m a grad student at Southern New Hampshire University. I live in Virginia with my husband and two cats. I devour novels and writing reference books regularly. My goal here is to make connections with fellow writers in a mutually beneficial way. Let’s all get something out of this. I’ll tell you what projects I’ve got going on; you tell me the same. Seriously. I wanna know! I’ve got my own tips and tricks to give away. I’m interested in yours! Also I’m going to give away some actual stuff, too! You’ll have to check back in a few weeks for that.
So, tell me about youself! I may have started the blog, but it’s not all about me. It’s about the writing and all of us who love it!