The few days the WordPress Daily Post has given me some pretty good writing ideas. Today’s prompt is:
What makes a good storyteller, in your opinion? Are your favorite storytellers people you know or writers you admire?
I’m not a great or even a good verbal storyteller. My verbal stories tend to be expressionless and emotionless and that is a recipe for boring and put your audience to sleep. However, when I relay the same story in writing it tends to make people with the least amount of experience feel included. Continue reading →
I haven’t posted a Friday Fiction story in a while and I thought I’d go into the short story vault and pick out a favorite. I hope you enjoy it. If so, feel free to head over to A Short A Day and read some more.
“Will all visitors stand and remain standing.” Heads turn in all directions to see the handful of fresh, new faces that stand around the church.
“We’re so glad you are worshiping with us, as we know you could have attended another place of worship today. We want you to feel welcome, and a part of our church family because we are family.”
“Yeah right,” I think to myself. All the crap and foolishness I see going on here, if this is a how family act; then I want out.
“Now let’s make our visitors feel welcome, by greeting them with a smile and a holy hug.”
“Oh yeah,” I think. “We are family alright. The type of family that will smile in your face and stab you in the back all at the same time.” This is the part of the service I absolutely loathe. The same people who rolled their eyes at me coming into church and didn’t say two squirts of piss to me not even five minutes earlier are now going to start coming my way to give me a damn “holy hug.” Continue reading →
Welp it’s Friday and it’s time for Friday Fiction.
This is one of my favorite short stories, which was originally posted on my short story blog (A Short A Day).
Feedback is always welcome. Enjoy!
“Where are you taking me?” I scream as I’m led down a long stark white hallway. There are two men — giants, I think — one on each side of me, and each has an arm. I feel like a wishbone. Any moment they could take my arms and pull in opposite directions and they would rip right of the sockets.
“Where are you taking me,” I continue screaming. They keep looking straight ahead and continue walking in silence. I purposely stop walking and fall to the ground like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum. They quietly pick me up off the cold floor and continue walking. Continue reading →
He got a cramp in his leg and he was determined it wasn’t going to stop him. Simon grabbed his water bottle and a salt tablet from his running bag and pressed on. He had a sort of run limp, which slowed him down and hoped the water and salt tablet would start working before his nearest rival, Drake, caught up to him. Continue reading →