"Being a good writer is 3% talent, 97% not being distracted by the internet." Cyrus Farivar

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Monkey Bars

 I've been mulling over the idea of writing about a character that does parkour or free running. This is a brief drabble I wrote several nights ago that sort of follows that.

128 words

Monkey Bars

            He kept his eyes focused on the playground. Children were screaming as they chased and jumped around the structure. They were easy for him to ignore as his mind mulled over the equipment.
            Kids saw bridges over a lava pit, or slides off a space ship. Parents barely glanced at the monkey bars and swings, seeing them for the exercise they provided. But he saw possibilities.
            Between every pieces of jungle-gym was a path and what he could do from A to B. He was sure if he tried any stunts now, the children would be sure to attempt; the last thing he wanted was observer injury.
            In the morning he could have the city noise as his soundtrack; yowling children and soccer moms need not be present.

Thursday, February 23, 2012


It's been forever since I've updated. But I have a few things in the works; some short stories are currently simmering while I work on a bigger project or two. However this came from some pretty great music.

136 words.

            She tread water seeing the shoreline like a string of Christmas lights. Keeping her eyes focused, she bobbed a few times in the waves. Barely among the waves for a few minutes and her limbs already started to ache. The wake had long since dissipated, leaving her with only the water and the lights.
            It was eerie in the open water, nearly silent besides the occasional lurking seagull. They would think she jumped—her recent mood hadn’t helped assure them she was enjoying the vacation. And maybe she had decided to take a plunge.
            Finally she was away from the pills, away from feeling restrained. Smiling, she slowed, her limbs heavy as her muscles screamed for respite in the chilly ocean. Lying back, she took one last glance at the starry night before shutting her eyes.