He was USA. She was UK. They argued over words. He kept knives and rope in the trunk of his car. She kept his body in the boot of hers.
11:45 AM Jun 23rd via web
Technorati Tags: Horror Tweet,UK-USA differences
Wednesday, 30 June 2010
Wortharead Wednesday #9
This is a Twitter story that caught my eye this week. Click on the heading if you want to visit the story site. Or the date stamp to go direct to the story.
Supermarket Performance Protest
‘I consider it the ultimate performance – staving in the midst of plenty. It’s a metaphor for the shameful treatment of our African brothers.’
Wilma, cool as ice , said, ‘Fine with me, it’s good publicity for our new slimming lines.’
Both thought, I’ll give her a day at most.
Random Word: Ice
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Tuesday, 29 June 2010
he had me at hello
I thought it was love as my spine tingled tangled
at your finger touch
yet you walked on by and brushed
red lips that had once kissed mine
I stared back at her
a patch plastered on the crack
that would bring you back
but you never called again
to see why I hugged you tight
Random Word: Patch
remission
your face a death mask
as the breast is ripped apart
to make cancer late
you get on with the party
but I wait for the knocked door
as the breast is ripped apart
to make cancer late
you get on with the party
but I wait for the knocked door
Monday, 28 June 2010
Yeah, honey something special just for you
New cars parked next to his rusting Chevrolet Caprice was bad news. Aaron felt they rubbed in that he had lost everything driving away from her laughing protests and Bill’s embarrassed ‘Sorry mate.’ That he used the cars as a public can was understandable but never yet to the owners.
Random Word: New Car
Saturday, 26 June 2010
Six Word Saturday#15
Describing your Saturday life on Show My Face at the moment of writing in a phrase using just six words.
Wife refuses radiation for her cancer
Friday, 25 June 2010
The secrets for a bestseller
Banging his keyboard, Jed screamed,’Writing is just sh—’
An excited voice saying, ‘Ooh, I love a soul’, made him jump.
‘The Devil?’
‘In and out of bed, baby. You’ll want fame it’s on a special – eternal is kinda reduced.’
Jed sighed, ‘Dan Brown didn't suffer this.’
‘You want me to kiss and tell, honey?’
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Awaken me with a touch
lionize not with words
but with soft mane
brushed over breasts
and bitten flesh
that tear me down
so I am consumed
Random Word: Lionize
Thursday, 24 June 2010
Whom the gods would destroy…
‘Look, it’s all very simple,’ Luke banged the table, again. ‘I ride up the mountain with a bowl of fruit.’
Islanders still looked confused. They wondered aloud how this would appease the Gods. Luke just wanted to have the cameras and fame.
But that's not at all how it turned out.
Random Word:Sweet
Pack up your worries…
Fred played the trumpet and had made friends because of it. So this week he was Facebooking on behalf of his suitcase who was kinda jealous.
Random Word:Reify
Wednesday, 23 June 2010
Wortharead Wednesday #8
This is a Twitter story that caught my eye this week. Click on the heading if you want to visit the story site. Or the number to go direct to the story.
180 / June 23, 2010
When someone finally told her that “LOL” did not stand for “lots of love,” she understood why Karen stopped talking to her.
Tara Barnes (@tarabarnes) leaves a lot to be desired.
Technorati Tags: Lost Friendship,Cyberspeak
Bring you dreams home
I read clouds. The small fun ones say met in a hotel and let them love you. The big stormy ones say, tell them you’ve aids after they’ve loved you. If you’re angry and black it helps but I’m white and poor or so I tell them.
Random Word: Reading
Tuesday, 22 June 2010
She’ll be coming round the mountain
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I knew the honeymoon was over when I saw where I had to loose what was left of my innocence. Perhaps it was then that I decided to kill him. They said later it was the first sign of my illness, I saw it as the first flash of sanity.
Random Word: Recovery
The old ways
The two musicians faced each other. One played in the new way. Unseen from the crowd he was tripped to his death. The woman played louder.
Random Word:Mau-Mau
Monday, 21 June 2010
They seek her here, they seek her there
I think it’s my nerves again. When I pull the trigger, I get a pain in my shoulder. As advised I wrap up warm with natural fibres. But I want a prescription now as I rarely go to the same doctor twice, not secure in my line of work, darling.
Random Word: Oh, my darling
Saturday, 19 June 2010
Six Word Saturday#14
Describing your Saturday life on Show My Face at the moment of writing in a phrase using just six words.
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Like many a marriage you learn compromise. Let’s just say that cleaning up together now means we agree separate rooms and a time to start. When it meant the same rooms together, the time I took to dust, polish, wash the floor, tidy the cushions, pick the clothes up, track the source of the mystery smell etc was the time she took in arranging the flowers, wondering about the colour of the light and remembering why that friend’s phone call was so urgent. Then she would come back and explain what else I needed to clean. Somehow the subsequent open and frank exchange of opinion wasn’t always appreciated. But now when she explains what else needs cleaning in our joint expression of domestic bliss, I point her gently back to her own chore rooms. We ain’t divorced yet so it’s working!
Friday, 18 June 2010
Well Hung
![Hanging picture[5]](http://www.google.co.uk/imgres?imgurl=http://images.somethingawful.com/news/2005/04/09-dan.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.somethingawful.com/d/awful-links/awful-link-2788.php&usg=__fImXGj5SFaQouQiq772xWR3ARm0=&h=441&w=297&sz=36&hl=en&start=29&um=1&itbs=1&tbnid=Itg9DoVk1SlOmM:&tbnh=127&tbnw=86&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dnaked%2Bman%2Bpainting%26start%3D20%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Doff%26sa%3DX%26ndsp%3D20%26tbs%3Disch:1,itp:photo "Hanging picture[5]")
‘The entrants are good this year.’ It was a lie, the paintings were crap. But then she spotted a winner.‘It’s all in the hanging,’ she said.
Random Word:Dark Horse
Daddy do you love me…
She was waved away. ‘Save the tears for when she sees the Will.’
Leaving, Cathy rushed down to her boyfriend, ‘It’s working, he’s still on hunger strike over her but the house comes our way.’
Phil smiled, ‘So we slip him pills?
Cathy kissed him, ‘Yes.’
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Thursday, 17 June 2010
Cruising for a bruising
He had those glasses on that made him look like he wore beer bottle bottoms. His trousers were neat but shiny suggesting a mother somewhere would miss him. Neil was trying to be cool with the ladies but from the corners of the square a battering of brothers gathered around.
Random Word: Shine
All the news fit to be printed
Al found being dead hadn't killed his eye for news - he now saw stars romp and politicians palm cash but getting copy in was…well…harder.
Random Word: Grub-Street
Wednesday, 16 June 2010
Wortharead Wednesday #7
This is a Twitter story that caught my eye this week. Click on the heading if you want to visit the author’s Twitter Site. Or the post timestamp to go direct to the story.
When a smile didn't work, she flashed a coin. When the coin didn't work, she flashed a knife. The knife always worked.
Technorati Tags: Desperation crime,Play on words
A Moll's divorce
Ring-ring
‘Yes…OK…so that's his plane?’
Putting down the phone, she Marilyn Monroed a bye-bye sugar then carefully aimed and pressed.
Random Word: I figured it out
Tuesday, 15 June 2010
How to write flash fiction
‘To create the story’s ending you randomly select a place, and an emotion. Their opposites become the opening scene. Then select an animal for character development – where would someone like a rabbit take us? Now imagine what transforms this character between—’
‘Sir, this isn't the Physics class is it?’
Random Word: Get Creative
They look lovely, darling
‘I just know he’ll enjoy them.’
‘Have you asked?’
‘He said he enjoyed London.’
‘Hmm…I think you’ll have problems getting him out the tunnel.’
Random Word:Prevenient
Technorati Tags: Bad Presents,Sexless Underpants
Monday, 14 June 2010
To have and to hold...
Jane’s death was her first gift. It ended the pain of seeing a body so shrank that a soul gasped for breath. Later, as his addiction to junk-food ended, he realised her second gift. Jane's final words, ‘I love you like warm donuts,’ had made a pain of his pleasure.
Random Words: Warm Donuts
Saturday, 12 June 2010
Six Word Saturday#13
Describing your Saturday life onat the moment of writing in a phrase using just six words.
Avoiding World Cup fever with feeling
Friday, 11 June 2010
Scientific precision
‘Sorry old chap.’ Lord Rundles bit into the plucked apple but vomited and fall down dead.
Wiping the sick away, Professor Korzgy, said, ‘Apologies, it is…a tree of life’.
Random Word: Gardening
So cough and plough don't sound the same?
He died they say at noon
in ways deserving a tune.
A common hero, not zero
who misread that he was to lead
when wrote was lead guaranteed.
Random Word: Orthography
Thursday, 10 June 2010
Getting ahead of yourself
So let me get this straight, you let me drive the truck because of my week’s experience and then because of one little screw-up, I’m fired!
Random Word: Tenderfoot
Wednesday, 9 June 2010
Showcase Wednesday #6
This is a Twitter story that caught my eye this week. Click on the heading if you want to visit the author’s Twitter Site. Or the post timestamp to go direct to the story.
Each comma was a slash with a blade. The gaps between each word, final gasps. Brackets, clasped to the throat and crushing. A death sentence.
Celtic Dreams
Basically most traditional stories as published are neither good literature or good oral tales ready for the telling - you write them very differently. Nor are they related back to the actual society that produced them so they often lack nuances that would enrich them. So I rewrite from one version and then check this against other known versions to build up the most dramatic three act version.
This is then checked against umpteen books about the Celts to see if this affects the story. For example Celts had a very layered society so the amount of the blood-fine paid (if you killed a man you paid a fine to the family to avoid a blood-feud) depended on honour-status. Also the decisions of this process laid more with professional lawsayers then the chiefs who could not make law. If you know The Sons of Tuirenn these are very relevant to how the story could be told.
Then on the way home, an idea poked in, which that I could re-imagine a whole range of Celtic stories but in two versions- one as drama-literature and the other as a retelling version. So at a stroke I would enrage the traditionalists, the nationalists and the odd wandering Bard. Must be a winner!
Tuesday, 8 June 2010
Love found lost by moonlight
The Wolf growled. ‘And there's me thinking you were getting warmed up for me. But I’m a man most nights.’
‘You are!’
The tears falling said love not dinner called.
Random Word:Splish Splash
A perfect night
It was in that brief moment before her twelfth strike that Belinda regretted not spending more time in checking the condition of her panties
Random Word:Cursory
Monday, 7 June 2010
If you love somebody, let them go…
Read me a bedtime story. The face pleading with her willing eyes came into his mind again. Filling each nerve with a white-hot pain.
Looking at him writhe, the scientists were pleased with the new home based punishment system.
Mary, just looked on, pleased he couldn't threaten a divorce again.
Random Word: In Bed
Saturday, 5 June 2010
Six Word Saturday#12
Describing your life (or something) onat the moment of writing on a Saturday in a phrase using just six words.
Holiday: watched seven series of Shameless!**
** Blisteringly funny, offbeat drama following the rollercoaster lives and loves of an anarchic family from Manchester. Meet the Gallaghers. Mum went AWOL years ago, Dad stayed at home with the six children only to hit the bottle. And sometimes the kids… The real head of the family is big sister Fiona, who looks after Carl, Debbie and baby Liam. She is occasionally helped, more often hindered, by reluctant virgin ‘Lip’ and the actively gay, but very private, Ian. Its shown on BBC America. Think The Simpsons but much, much more adult in content, humour and depicts the feckless working class who just want to party!
Friday, 4 June 2010
The hunger of love
and dumpling breasts
with skin baste tender
in oil of Venus
makes her my
gallimaufry feast
Random Word: Gallimaufry
Thursday, 3 June 2010
There is another sky, ever serene and fair
Even to friends Roy was…well a pleasant doormat. But he finally demanded something – a view. His note had said he wanted beauty as he fall.
Random Word: Belvedere
No pain, no gain
Shelly, banged the camshaft. Here she was busting her fanny to make a living while sugartits worked the casting couch to get overseas. She could spin on it.
Watching the sea burn, Milky-May gurgled ‘Shel’ as she sank beneath turtles.
Shelly seeing the insurance payout started to practise funeral tears.
Random Word: Turtle’s Back
Wednesday, 2 June 2010
Making an impression
It was show and tell time. Greta was fed up of the Ruggle sisters and their film star grandmother. Who had ever heard of Green Acres? This time she’d upstage them. In a fever of excitement she said,‘ My Father, a hitman and here his gu— No wait. I’ve pictures.’
Random Word: Fever
What makes for good reading
I just think of it as three stages of writing. The first is raking the ground and making sure its right for the sowing of the seeds. Then you sow and what grows depends where the seeds fall so you are always surprised by the harvest. The final stage is taking the raw crops and shaping them in a dish worthy of the dreams you had when first breaking the soil.
Technorati Tags: Good writing,Stages of writing
Showcase Wednesday #5
This is a Twitter story that caught my eye this week. Click on the heading if you want to visit the author’s Twitter Site. Or the post timestamp to go direct to the story.
I shouldn't have asked "Is it mine?" when I heard she was pregnant. Such nasty stares from the vet
Tuesday, 1 June 2010
A love unnamed
He loved her on first sight, her curves was what had attracted and held him. His first touch had convinced him with its electric jolt. Now a betrayal of wedding vows meant a separation. Closing the garage door, he wet his tongue and kissed his love for the last time.
Random Word: Yesterday
Makeover Murder Hearing Today
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He had lived with the custard walls despite the eye spasms but the door was so asthmatic on sight that Eduard knew he could plead insanity.
Random Word: Peregrine
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