G is for Gift
I tried an exercise of epistolary format so I used a story you may already know. It’s about a gift.
I tried an exercise of epistolary format so I used a story you may already know. It’s about a gift.
Feardom is a world of ghouls, monsters-under-the-bed, aliens & otherworld creatures. They manage freshly dead souls’ passage into Feardom or wherever else they may be bound, with all the expected errors, goof-ups and emergencies. They also run a fear economy, collecting, creating, processing and distributing fear across the living world.
I wanted to do something dark and all the E words I could think of, were positive & bright. Exuberant. Elaborate. Excess. A friend suggested EVIL. How did I *not* think of that?
Today’s story came from the prompt ‘DREAD’.
I had an idea for a non-fiction piece when I realised today’s A2ZChallenge prompt ‘C’ would carry a story version well, if I said it stood for City.
I cheated, slightly. This isn’t a brand new story but one I wrote some time ago and had reviewed by a small group. I improved it since their feedback. It’s about friendship.
I’m writing a short story everyday as part of April A2Z challenge. Each day’s prompt is a different letter of the alphabet.
I went to lunch with a beloved aunt, last week. She is one of my role models, having blazed the corporate path in the 70s and faced racial and gender prejudices. She has also had a ‘love marriage’ to a wonderful but non-Tamilian man. We spoke of work (hers and…
He’s not a bad person. He’s a law-abiding citizen, professional, family man. But he doesn’t think women have it worse. He still is a chauvinist.
I like to approach social media the way I approach socialising. How do I behave at a party?