Writing for Myself
A dose of micro fiction.
A railroad was built somewhere in Texas to boost the economy, naturally, cheap apartments sprung up on either side almost simultaneously.
Soon, the riffraff moved in. Crime escalated. Local businesses moved out.
No one cared about cleanliness.
Long-time residents moved away. Property values decreased.
Everything was destroyed after that.
My answer to the prompt words: build and destroy, I hope you enjoyed it…but is it fiction? Maybe.
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Writing for Myself
Yes, I occasionally take a poof.
I recently discovered that I write better when I’m stoned. Unfortunately, all this creative genius strikes when I’m supposed to be sleeping, yes, I sometimes take a poof before I climb into bed. Otherwise, I don’t sleep.
I can compose the best story lines in that state. My mind just goes and goes, and I think to myself, I should get up and write this down, but my husband is trying to sleep, so I don’t think he would appreciate it much. What am I to do in this case?
One of these nights I’m going to do it, because it might end up being the best thing I’ve ever written. Then again, it might be some worthless drivel. Stay tuned to find out.
A Possible Series in the Making
When Pearl saw Moody standing behind the tree, she asked him if he wanted to help or stand there all day. Together, they finished assembling her bed, which would go in the first real bedroom she ever had to herself. Once that was done, she laid down on the grass and imagined how good her new life would be, then she and Moody carted the frame up to her room. She and Moody became fast friends that day.
I’m thinking of starting a series called Guess the Book, where I will give a clue in an excerpt or 50-word synopsis of a fiction title I’ve read. If anyone would be interested in this idea, let me know in the comments. In the meantime, can you guess this book? Your clues are the names of actual characters from the book.
