Please, tell me you’re getting this. I’m not sure which way is which. I’m so so cold. And tired. They’re almost here. Run. Please. I love you. Compose a post in the form of a text–160 characters. Your text must elicit or express fear.
Category: Write On Edge
Where I use my tattoo as a reminder
I lie in bed, reveling in the fact that it’s “just me” there, for once. After a mad scramble, I find the remote, and, wouldn’t you know, there’s no shortage of cheesy horror movies on. A smile crosses my face as I close my eyes and think of beer & pizza and of chips &… Continue reading Where I use my tattoo as a reminder
Where I set the scene in a work in progress.
This is a portion of a work in progress – a science-fiction/thriller/mystery/Quantum-Leap ripoff It was his favorite time of day – when you don’t know if it’s afternoon, evening, or night, when David stepped out of the car and toward the house, somehow knowing that he was going the right way. Curiously, he looked back… Continue reading Where I set the scene in a work in progress.
Where I conjure the end of a run
Pressure mounts from within. My heart beats, faster and faster, causing my chest to ache. The sound of my feet, pounding on the pavement, strikes and reverberates against quiet homefronts, making it sound like someone coming up, quickly, behind me. I push myself faster to keep that person in check. My legs strain. I struggle,… Continue reading Where I conjure the end of a run
Where I say “hello” at my new digs
I’m not changing anything around here, but I have taken some duties with the lovely ladies who formerly ran the Red Dress Club (I hope the fact that they changed their name doesn’t mean I can’t show up in a red dress for the picnic) – so why don’t you go read what I’m doing… Continue reading Where I say “hello” at my new digs
Where I play out the movie of an unwritten memoir
LATE NIGHT – A RUNDOWN OLD THEATER The camera pans in to find a man in his mid-40’s, JOHN, dressed in a tuxedo, asleep in a chair, drooling, a concent program in his hand. The sound of an orchestra tuning fills in the background. The camera zooms in on JOHN’s face as the sound fades.… Continue reading Where I play out the movie of an unwritten memoir