Epilogue: I’m picking up a series I began a good while ago called ‘I Am Jill’. Those of you who didn’t recognize the reference, it’s inspired by the line “I am Jack’s cold sweat” from the movie Fight Club. ~O~O~O~O~O~O~ The long journey from nursery to rhymes was fraught with…
The Corner Coffeeshop was open for business but its traffic was at a lull. It was too early in the evening for the post-work crowd, too late for the students and AC-enjoying unemployed to be hanging around. Outside, the sun had gone down but that curious combination of atmospheric density…
How do you harvest imagination in a field of concrete & glass? You let it all burn down to ashes first.
The challenge was to write a 140-word story about Twitter on a timer. I call this a twory and it was written in 14 minutes. It’s about Equal Sins.
A short story about winning (or not). Completely fictional characters but based on my own experiences on the campus festival circuit when I was younger.
This was based on a writing exercise on a secret: “Always dreamed of being a lead guitarist and performing with Sting”. So I tapped my inner Rockstar.
A re-telling of this 55-word tale also titled ‘An Idle Mind’ as a writing exercise. Give me your thoughts. ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ Luke walked out of the door and stretched. It had been awhile since he had gone outside. What next? he wondered. His eyes darted over to Guy lounging about, nearby….
This story is written in third person and in the first person. I am really looking for feedback here so be brutal. Here’s ‘A Room To Call Own’ in two takes.
Lunch at the cafe, alone. At long last. My thoughts and I dine together. I’m Jill and I want lunch. The host wants me to sit in any one of the dingy corners and ignore the brighter, roomier booths in the centre. I make a wry face so he concedes…
I started with a wish and turned it into a story. This is a revised version after Kavita Bhanot’s workshop on fiction writing.