Friday Fictioneers: Smoke Signals

 

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Fun facts about this one: I was actually listening to Counting Crow’s “Accidently in Love”while on WikiHow when I was writing this. And “smoke signals” has been in my head since seeing this week’s picture, so it really seemed like a match made in haeven. It’s like heaven but once they messed up the neon sign out front, they didn’t have the budget to fix it. It’s the Motel 6 of afterlifes, really.

Anyway, I thought that was just a fun little tidbit. Writing these is always so high-octane. I either spill the whole thing out onto paper in about 60 seconds or I just mull over it until the former event happens. It’s exciting, like finding a dinosaur bone in your vegetable garden. Except I’m not making millions of dollars and resurrecting a long-dead piece of history.

I’ll just have to settle for helping to keep the history-making act of human creative alive I guess. If I have to.

 

Have fun~

 


 

 

Image Copyright: Roger Bultot

Image Copyright: Roger Bultot

 

Word Count: 100

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Title: Smoke Signals

 

 

I don’t know nothing about love but I read about it on WikiHow. How to Know You’re in Love. Be frank (can’t I be George instead [still waiting to find somebody who laughs at that one]?). Send up smoke signals on days so clear that contrails are as permanent as stitches on a ruptured heart.

So what do you say, world? What kind of a person do you think I am, casting these shapes into the sky? Do they stick in shape and carry ashes of me inside them or is the sky grey and windy and pushing them away?

 

 

 


 

 

You know what the worst part of signing into a site is? You never know what you’ve done wrong in your password because the letters are just tiny dots? So unless you want to look like a big dingus and stare at the keys as you hit them, you might start sweating yourself dry because you think some incredibly devious hacker has totally hijacked your totally important Amazon account!

Actually, that’s a really bad thing. At least for people who have their credit card information saved on their. I do not, though. Because I’m paranoid and do not try SkyNet.

Speaking of Amazon, HERE is Garamoush’s free promotion! Hurry hurry, children, the special second edition is free until only this Monday!

 

 

Good luck, you brave writer folk!

 

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Garamoush is for Free Again!

 

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Yes, that’s right everybody, the second edition of Garamoush is for free as an eBook once again! It may not be as snazzy as the print version BUT it’s still a really cool new and refined eBook full of new things and refinements made to old ones!

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It will only be for free until Monday so hurry hurry hurry! Or just buy the thing for, like a dollar and 25 cents or something tiny like that. I’m not picky!

 

 

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Five Sentence Fiction Double Feature: Sick and/or Dying + Making Noise

 

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Why hello there. It’s been a little while, hasn’t it? I’d like to think it has been. Well, for the last few days I certainly have not been idle, I just haven’t been here. Well, I was sick for part of it. Sick with both a pretty nasty cold and a slowly-worsening case of senioritus. The fact that spell-check doesn’t acknowledge that word disgusts me. Well anyhow, I think (I think) that I’m very nearly done being sick. So now it’s just a matter of navigating all of the rest of the stuff in my life to keep my blog updated. And boy do I have some things to maybe share but in the meantime, here’s a special DOUBLE FEATURE of Five Sentence Fiction, one based on how I was feeling yesterday and one on how I was feeling the day before. Suffice to say, the height of my sickness was on Tuesday. And yet, the story based around Tuesday ISN’T the one about sickness.

Weird!

 

Have fun~

 


 

 

Word of Inspiration: Isolation

Word Count: 131

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Title: Sick and/or Dying

 

Here’s something nobody tells you about being sick; people like to ignore you. Just because I’m probably highly contagious and I may have physically coughed up a lung once (but I can only do it twice, I mean I only have two of them) doesn’t mean I want to just stay in bed all day. Hidden benefit to being sick though— you can just guilt a lot of your friends into helping you and they wouldn’t dare say no to you unless they just want to prove how terrible they are at friendship and life. What do you mean you won’t run to the store and buy me Nyquil, oranges, two more pillows, a personal fan, and a baby ferret? You know what, I’m probably okay enough to just get myself.

 

 

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Word of Inspiration: Isolation

Word Count: 153

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Title: Making Noise

 

There’s noise coming out of my windows— not from the outside but from the inside. The noise is leaking out from my room and it’s the sound of keyboard clicks, shutters clacking, whispering and yelling and laughing and longing, and thoughts put to paper and screen and whiteboard. It must be deafening because nobody can look up from their walking in the streets to even look up to see where it’s all coming from. And I can see them from my window (I have seen their looks and haste before, you see) and I remember those looks from men and women in suits holding invisible gavels as they stand over the sentencing bench of my life. I have been making noise my entire life and now that the university falls away around me, I can see that the noise I thought was being loud enough to deafen was just falling upon deaf ears.

 

 

 


 

 

Yeah, something else nobody tells you about being sick is that it makes everything else seem a thousand times worse. And what’s even more terrible about THAT is that if you’re stressing about things that are actually bad then it just makes you feel even more sick. It’s a horrible cycle of destruction that is only solved by a timely intervention of Advil, sleep, and good luck.

At least two of those things you can get at your local pharmacy. I’m not telling you which two they are.

 

 

Good luck, you brave writer folk!

 

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