OneWord - Rest
Hanging at the homestead, the place of my birth, checking up on pops (he's been better, but is holding his own).
Decided it was probably a good day for a OneWord exercise. That's a writing prompt where you get one word, and 60 seconds to write something with it. Whoosh, I know.
His skin was pebbled from the last big blast, but when he got that itch, the scrabbled flesh oozed and quivered with memories of past indiscretions.
There was no rest for the wicked.
The bags under his eyes darkened as he packed the last of the plastic explosive into the plush dolls, the bunnies, teddy bears, the Raggety Anns.
Decided it was probably a good day for a OneWord exercise. That's a writing prompt where you get one word, and 60 seconds to write something with it. Whoosh, I know.
His skin was pebbled from the last big blast, but when he got that itch, the scrabbled flesh oozed and quivered with memories of past indiscretions.
There was no rest for the wicked.
The bags under his eyes darkened as he packed the last of the plastic explosive into the plush dolls, the bunnies, teddy bears, the Raggety Anns.
Comments
yours is far better than mine..
For me though, I dunno. I think it might take me longer than sixty seconds to arrange my fingers on the keyboard. Heavy sigh.
Hal, 60 seconds goes by very, very fast. And I don't type so well. I do correct spelling after time's up, so that helps.
I hope you're putting that abundance of talent into writing a novel.