THEME: Short Stories - at least the beginnings thereof.
YOUR PART: Throw out words from the letter of the day and I'll pick some of them to include in the opening paragraphs of a short story.
WHY: I'm most inspired when there's a little challenge involved. Usually that means an opening line or a theme. This month: your words.
Each evening I'll post the beginnings of a short story using some of the suggested words, As to when I'll end those stories...well, that's what the rest of the year is for.
So join in the comments with Z words. names, places, moods, genres, things, whatever you want to throw at me. My creative bucket awaits. If you're here later in the day and I've already posted the story start, feel free to leave words for the next day's letter.
Hank backed away from the lion. "A little help here, Stanley?"
"You're the one who wanted to be zoologist," said Stanley as he also made his way to the door of the enclosure. "You're supposed to know lions, right?"
"I read about them. I've never actually been this close to one."
"You might have mentioned that before we broke into the zoo."
The lion stalked forward, it's head low and eyes intent.
"Maybe it wants something to eat."
"I don't think the lion cares about the zucchini I stole from the vegetable stand on the way over. I told you, I got that for my mother."
Stanley laughed nervously, "You've told me zillions of things, like that you knew all about lions. You zany loser, you're going to get us both killed."
The lion sprang.