YOUR PART: Throw out names, themes, random words or situations using 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 challenge involved. Usually that means an opening line or a theme. This month: your words.
My creative blender awaits your B word suggestions in the comments section. Stop by tomorrow's post to read the story you inspired.
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** Thank you to everyone who stopped by with suggestions yesterday. If I didn't get to your blog, I will. Unfortunately, during a dinner preparation mishap last night, I sliced off the tip of my right index finger. As you may imagine, this has slowed my typing considerably (and I'm supposed to be keeping it elevated. oops) and is now making much of what I normally cram into a day, take much longer. **
And now... the beginning of A story.
** Thank you to everyone who stopped by with suggestions yesterday. If I didn't get to your blog, I will. Unfortunately, during a dinner preparation mishap last night, I sliced off the tip of my right index finger. As you may imagine, this has slowed my typing considerably (and I'm supposed to be keeping it elevated. oops) and is now making much of what I normally cram into a day, take much longer. **
And now... the beginning of A story.
Adam threw his apple across the room, pegging Angelina
right in the forehead. He ducked down behind his friends, hoping she hadn't
seen him. The apple was suppose to have hit Jim, but he'd seen it coming and
had ducked. If Angelina told the
teacher, he'd get in trouble. Again. He was always getting into trouble.
Mrs.
Keebler wasn't in the room, which was most auspicious.
He'd had enough of that old wrinklebag's perpetually angry face. She was probably down in the teacher's lounge eating
some gluten, sugar, carb and calorie free snack, or whatever it was that made her breath so
bad.
In
the teacher's absence, it seemed the Angelina was going to take matters into
her own hands. Those hands were currently balled into fists at the end of the arms
pumping at her sides as she marched over to him. Her aquamarine dress fluttered around her knees and then stilled like a
sail that had lost its wind.
Adam
sunk into the chair beside Charlie. Unfortunately, even Charlie's aquiline nose couldn't hide him from
her glare.
"I'll
be amazed if you can get out of detention
this time. Yeah, that's right, I'm telling and there's nothing you can do about
it jerkface."
He
knew he should be worried, that he should be defending himself, or at the very
least, working up a comeback, but all he could manage while staring into those avocado green eyes, was wondering how
even her irate voice sounded like angels
singing.
"Quit
staring, weirdo," she said.
That's
when he noticed it wasn't just that her fists were clenched, but that one of
them held the apple and now softball queen Angelina was winding up for a
tie-breaking pitch to his nose.
