Archive | June 15, 2015

The Rain Won’t Come, an experimental Blog post of creative non-fiction

Jun15

Trying: http://amandaonwriting.tumblr.com/post/46236818204

The weather said rain, rain from 5 p.m. on. The sky said rain, heavy clouds hanging overhead. The air said rain; it dripped with moisture, making the moderate temperatures seem hotter, stickier.

And yet it would not rain, will not rain. It sat sticky and icky until sunset, when the drop of temperature brought some relief. And still, the promised rain, the threatened rain, will not come.

It rained yesterday, of course, heavy thunderstorms that knocked out roads in some areas and flooded downtown Watkins Glen. It rained Friday, a wild storm that turned Lake Ontario muddy. It will likely rain tomorrow.

But today, today it will not rain.

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June Theme Poll – open to everyone!

Jun15

I will write at least one public story, as well as the two for the Patreon rewards, this month or early next month, based on the chosen theme.

(I know I still owe some April and May fiction; please bear with me as I get caught up again!)

If you don’t have a DW account, pls. vote in the comments.

I will close this poll Wednesday afternoon at or around 7 p.m. Eastern time.

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Reconstruction, written for last week’s @MicroBookends

Jun15

(I didn’t win, so here’s last week’s microfic at 109 words. Check out the MicroBookEnd page for the photo and prompt.)

“Double points if you find one the right color.” The junkyard stretched on for miles, acre upon acre of beehives, feral dogs, and cars as wrecked as the world around them. Joey and Zeph were perched an old truck, surveying their realm from a central vantage.

“Who cares about color?” Zeph scoffed. “If it runs, it’s going to be a miracle. If it hauls, we’re in.”

“If it runs and LOOKS good, then we’ve done what nobody else has in fifteen years. That’s the thing, little sister.” Joey posed, wrench and crowbar pointed to the sky. “If we do this, no-one, NOBODY, will be able to follow our act.”

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