tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post7609053668731276362..comments2024-03-28T23:39:58.208-07:00Comments on Where the Wild Things Were: First of the Month FictionLydia C. Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13911667428856165902noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-11872095344753921832015-09-03T02:55:00.597-07:002015-09-03T02:55:00.597-07:00No light to.head towards...No light to.head towards...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16534296921177274379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-66685996960794904412015-09-03T02:53:37.951-07:002015-09-03T02:53:37.951-07:00A wake? Or is that too obvious?
Last few words ar...A wake? Or is that too obvious?<br /><br />Last few words are always the hardestAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16534296921177274379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-60183698901351298112015-09-02T19:05:48.613-07:002015-09-02T19:05:48.613-07:00Not late - 7 more days!! That's great...funny ...Not late - 7 more days!! That's great...funny how we were both inspired by flawed construction...I love the flowers, made me laugh!Lydia C. Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13911667428856165902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-25401078518005258492015-09-02T18:11:19.033-07:002015-09-02T18:11:19.033-07:00I'm a bit late, but I made it over to particip...I'm a bit late, but I made it over to participate! So, I'm not sure if rot does actually become potholes, but for the purposes of my story, it does :) My ending has been prompted by another photo I have seen lately - I wish I could work out how to add it in this comment!<br /><br />*****<br /><br />She stared at the road, trying to determine what was going on with the concrete. <br /><br />It looks like the sand balls on a beach that crabs have made. Strange. And it had been getting progressively worse; breaking away, getting more and more holey. In places, the rot had become potholes the size of basketballs, and yet Council would do nothing about it.<br /><br />She smiled to herself. “I’ll fix it tonight. Make them do something.” <br /><br />The next morning, drivers were shaking their heads as they made their way to school and work. Some crazy person had planted flowers in the road. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-63705325127539298702015-09-01T20:13:20.854-07:002015-09-01T20:13:20.854-07:00It read better at 128 words..It read better at 128 words..Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16534296921177274379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-13363471771278929922015-09-01T19:34:35.243-07:002015-09-01T19:34:35.243-07:00It's funny how much you can pack into 100 word...It's funny how much you can pack into 100 words. Good one!! As for the darker stories, Theroux touches on it - dicussed here: http://pandoraandmax.blogspot.com.au/2015/04/happiness-and-first-of-month-fiction.html I was worried about what it said to me (but I figure it counters my inspirational writing elsewhere, so it's ok...now I know it just means mediocrity, apparently...;) Do you have a blog to link???Lydia C. Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13911667428856165902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-32674234550355408962015-09-01T19:16:58.752-07:002015-09-01T19:16:58.752-07:00I'd initially named both characters but decide...I'd initially named both characters but decided to leave out that of the subject as it was a bit close to that of a colleague (who is not in a same sex relationship and doesn't appear to have a troubled past or a history of intravenous drug use).<br /><br />Does anyone else find it easier to write about darker things?<br /><br /><br />The harbour bridge looked its usual magnificent self that night. The view from their McMahons Point apartment was superb, all sparkly against the city skyline. The view was no compensation for the hole she now had in her life after the sudden death of her partner Janine. Janine was the one who had initiated her into the sexy Sydney lifestyle, a far cry from her life in and out of foster homes but now that was all unravelling. She now found comfort in an old routine, one she’d hoped to forget. Candle, teaspoon, H, needle. Her own light now out. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16534296921177274379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-72950954700351022422015-08-30T19:34:26.142-07:002015-08-30T19:34:26.142-07:00Nice twist! Perhaps you could publish all of your ...Nice twist! Perhaps you could publish all of your mini stories as a collection... <br />#TeamMMAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14960168630604480939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-69530121211845055712015-08-30T18:14:19.883-07:002015-08-30T18:14:19.883-07:00LOL I'm a bigger goose, I didn't read this...LOL I'm a bigger goose, I didn't read this at first and thought I did it twice. Thanks for the kind words. Nesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06860187504607445377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-82072249676902433282015-08-30T18:12:43.016-07:002015-08-30T18:12:43.016-07:00Oops. Sorry for the double link up. My internet co...Oops. Sorry for the double link up. My internet connection was being a dick so I thought it didn't work. Not sure how to delete. Nesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06860187504607445377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-56214025204632534852015-08-30T18:11:51.072-07:002015-08-30T18:11:51.072-07:00Nice! Very black...I like it!!! I also added your ...Nice! Very black...I like it!!! I also added your blog at the same time you added your blog (and now I can't delete it...no idea why...what a goose I am!!) Lydia C. Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13911667428856165902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-30489081784163622232015-08-30T17:40:18.320-07:002015-08-30T17:40:18.320-07:00I like this because I didn't pick up on the sa...I like this because I didn't pick up on the same sex couple thing at first so it was a nice little twist. Not terribly happy with mine but here it is anyway:<br /><br />The darkened street echoed with eerie silence. She watched from the window. There was no moon, no breeze, no emotion. Just the emptiness. Idly she wondered what would happen if she opened the door and walked out into the night. If she just kept walking. Would there ever be an edge to the darkness? Would anybody notice she was gone? Bu she had gone, she realised. And nobody did notice. She looked down at her sodden, aching chest and thought she’d been shot. She realised she didn’t care. Her limbs were heavier now. She willed the blackness to finally come.Nesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06860187504607445377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-37842505902757903562015-08-25T16:54:46.838-07:002015-08-25T16:54:46.838-07:00Love this, and love that such beautiful words were...Love this, and love that such beautiful words were inspired by such a banal thing as concrete rot!www.boyeatsworld.com.auhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01278236146619266031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-79583749614188515332015-08-25T05:37:35.647-07:002015-08-25T05:37:35.647-07:00Loving the same sex couple. I like the double mean...Loving the same sex couple. I like the double meaning of the rot setting in.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02524009835775611112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-13664066451166246702015-08-25T02:54:10.530-07:002015-08-25T02:54:10.530-07:00Do you ever take your 100 words and turn them into...Do you ever take your 100 words and turn them into something more? Or are you satisfied with them the way they are?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04719391520084162316noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-53952914418987923942015-08-25T00:40:11.830-07:002015-08-25T00:40:11.830-07:00I'm not good with fiction so I won't take ...I'm not good with fiction so I won't take part today, though I used to spend all my teenage years writing love stories young adult style! Haha. #TeamIBOTHaideehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17388186444189056961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-4390791024712188062015-08-24T23:38:53.817-07:002015-08-24T23:38:53.817-07:00Thanks a lot for your kind comment on my latest po...Thanks a lot for your kind comment on my latest post, Lydia!<br />All the best from Germany,<br />Uwe.you-wee becausehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13047534075417228528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-79109501479850368332015-08-24T22:21:33.810-07:002015-08-24T22:21:33.810-07:00Joyous wedding and spat viciously. That's 100....Joyous wedding and spat viciously. That's 100. Love it. Very Big Chill....(loved that!) Thanks again for joining in...I love your stories...Lydia C. Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13911667428856165902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-31733201083560868752015-08-24T21:59:10.487-07:002015-08-24T21:59:10.487-07:00Why did the girlfriend leave?
What is the problem?...Why did the girlfriend leave?<br />What is the problem? The rot, or something deeper?<br /><br />Ok, here I go.<br /><br />It had been twenty years since all four of them had been together. Back then, it was a wedding. Today, it was a much more sombre event. <br />'She would be happy we are all here,' Sophie said.<br />'She's been waiting for a long time,' agreed Steph.<br />'Oh, and I suppose that it's all my fault,' Sally spat, always ready to pick a fight. Always hiding her pain behind anger.<br />'No Sally, it's no one's fault. We were just busy. All of us. Her too. Too busy living. She can't be angry about that,' the youngest whispered. 'Not now.'<br /><br />I confess it's 98 words. Any more and I would have kept going. EssentiallyJesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02372695554793237026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-79259809513556303292015-08-24T18:24:13.442-07:002015-08-24T18:24:13.442-07:00I have to confess I didn't know there was such...I have to confess I didn't know there was such a thing as concrete rot.<br /><br />I'm intrigued about who she was calling!Debbishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06305239848096384084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-5771714318386996962015-08-24T17:27:07.327-07:002015-08-24T17:27:07.327-07:00I love this, is it a part of something bigger?I love this, is it a part of something bigger?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07760396172298048256noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-4731686459530676452015-08-24T17:19:14.826-07:002015-08-24T17:19:14.826-07:00I love how inspiration comes from the oddest place...I love how inspiration comes from the oddest places. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09651116248452404269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-12600761029889659942015-08-24T13:55:43.180-07:002015-08-24T13:55:43.180-07:00Another intriguing paragraph- do you ever finish t...Another intriguing paragraph- do you ever finish these?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18418589134744904779noreply@blogger.com