25.25 Mar. 6, 2010

This beat and rhythm so unique

He stared, admiring her lopsided smile and her flying hair as she danced to nothing at all. He took a breath. Time to man up.

25.25 Mar. 5, 2010

Parched by Desert of Iniquity

His dry eyeballs scan the horizon, each grain of sand the same, each scorching, bright, and barren. Longing for vultures, bandits, or even a mirage.

25.25 Mar. 4, 2010

Blackbirds in Chocolate Cake

"Those pompous buffoons devoured every morsel of dessert as if it would vanish."
"Don't fret, my good man. The poison will kick in soon enough."

Contest Announcement

Hey folks,

I am starting a new little contest here at the Muse. I invite all of you to try your hand at writing a 25.25 Story like mine.

Rules

Write a short story of exactly 25 words and having a title of exactly 25 letters, not including spaces and punctuation.

Send your story to: sgapaulmyers@yahoo.com

Be sure to include your name as you would like it to appear and any links to your own websites that you would like to share.

Every Sunday I will post the best one. Good luck!

And this week your spark word to inspire you is: rust

25.25 Mar. 3, 2010

Peering out the corner window

He stood in the rain, his thin body shivering, his mind elsewhere. Beyond tattered clothing and upside down umbrella. Watching memories dance on the wind.

25.25 Mar. 2, 2010

I think I chose a wrong Florist...

Purple violets swaying, emitting poisen fumes. Scarlet roses hissing, thorns that slice through flesh. This garden is my funhous, and now your death and doom.

25.25 Mar. 1, 2010

I fight for honor and for Japan!

His arms were crossed swords, his legs, wild horses. Calmly, I stood, an ocean, ready to redirect his fury into a thunderstorm and sink him.