Lily made a loud rumbling noise and rained a handful of dirt onto her doll, recreating the landslide that had wrecked her town.
Quotable 210
The beginning writer needs talent, application and aspirin.
– James Thurber
haiku 322
fresh ink –
yesterday’s news
lands on the porch
#quikfic 109
Eventually the waters became still again, but the fish did not quickly return after the destroyer cleaved the little boat in half.
Quotable 209
Good writing works from a simple premise: your experience is not yours alone, but in some sense a metaphor for everyone’s.
– Dorianne Laux
haiku 321
countdown
today’s haiku in 3, 2, 1 –
what happens at zero?
#quikfic 108
The dirt under the porch was cool and soft, and he curled up in a tight ball. Rover was eager to be free once more from fireworks.
Quotable 208
I am drawn to any story that makes me want to read from one sentence to the next. I have no other criterion.
– Jhumpa Lahiri
haiku 320
daybreak at right
lightning at left
mosquitoes right here
#quikfic 107
She set the floral arrangement on the table, confident that the well-hidden goldenrod would break up the party at a decent hour.