Jennifer Hilty is looking for prompt ideas. She's asking for: "A thing and a mood." (Examples: Squid/Happy, Apple/Sad, House/Confused, etc.) Leave your ideas in the comments here: Jennifer's Prompt Post [She writes fantasy/science fiction - in light of that, I submitted "planet/delightful". She didn't specify how long the submission window will be open but she posted … Continue reading Writing Prompt Help!
One week after spring finals, I begin my last semester of grad school (WOOOOOOO yeeeeaaaaah!! AHAHAHA, oh FINALLY!!!). It makes me happy. The LAST Semester A couple of writing goals will be met these next 3-ish months: First, it might seem like Villainy (science fiction - involves space travel) left for a solo trip … Continue reading In Transition
When I hear "Sherlock," I think of highly functioning sociopaths. When I hear "Dean," I think of brotherhood and loyalty. When I hear "Doctor," I do not think of my general practitioner (sorry, Doc). Impressions given by and historically attached to names influence how we assign them in fiction. Presently we seem to take those … Continue reading New Old Names
Tropical waters. Lustrous sands. A patch of palms and seaside grasses. The tiny island, its bungalow and the surrounding waters were encircled by a stone fence like a Frisbee in a kiddy pool - a magical costal locale in the middle of the Norwegian wilderness. Nana's island bungalow. Anders almost dropped the panda cub. "It's an actual island." Beside him, Eirik grinned. "Indeed," … Continue reading Nana Ana’s Secret Hideout, conclusion
Thanking the evil rabbit, they took off down the trail and, at the curve, plunged into the trees. Anders shouted for MacPherson as they ran, a call that went unanswered. What's worse, he detected movement in the corner of his eye. 30 or so meters to their left, an elongated dark shape kept pace with … Continue reading Nana Ana’s Secret Hideout, pt. 7
"It might not mean anything," said Eirik, adjusting the panda cub on his hip like a nervous sack of potatoes. "I mean, I don't decorate with green either. My apartment is white, black and taupe - wait, no, I own a green umbrella, but It's not like I display it anywhere." "There's a way to verify," said … Continue reading Nana Ana’s Secret Hideout, pt. 6
Just a quick heads up - I'll continue posting new chunks of the "Nana Ana" story tomorrow.
Anders couldn't sprint for much longer. After 250 meters of adrenaline-fueled flight, he and Eirik desperately closed in on the cottage's slate grey door on the far side of the field. They shouted - screaming 'hello,' hoping someone was home. Neither stole a glance behind them. They didn't need to. They knew it was still there because the panda that Eirik carried … Continue reading Nana Ana’s Secret Hideout, pt. 5
A sky blue butterfly floated past Anders' nose. "Hey, Panda, is the bungalow orange?" Barely visible at the far end of the field, a gaudy orange cottage reflected the late morning sun. The panda cub didn't hear him. Its pace had declined midway across the open field, enabling the men to stroll easily on its tender … Continue reading Nana Ana’s Secret Hideout, pt. 4
The road became dirt and pine needles, or perhaps was so dusty with disuse that it appeared unpaved. Upon sight of a meek wooden bridge, Anders' grip tightened on the steering wheel and Eirik sat a little taller. Without a word they held their breath until the Land Rover cleared the other side. Nose smudging the passenger window, … Continue reading Nana Ana’s Secret Hideout, pt. 3