Tag Archives: Writing

The Void

The entire cast of know-it-all, know nothing so-called leaders of the free world, are all aboard an all expenses gladfully paid for, at the taxpayers expense, a non-returnable flight, on the spaceship emptiness. It is heading straight on into the void, and will never be heard from again.

A Sheet Of Paper

All I need is a sheet of paper and something to write with, and then I can turn the world upside down.

Friedrich Nietzsche

R.I.P Toni Morrison

“If there’s a book that you want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.” ~ Toni Morrison, 88 y/o – Author, Nobel Laureate

The City

people on the stoops
watching the passersby
hydrants open
spraying cool water
on the neighborhood kids
ice cream truck has arrived
people lining up
to buy and enjoy
an ice cream or something
cold to drink
to hot cook inside
so pizza and sandwiches
are the meals for the hungry
the ones without a/c suffer
as the temps are stifling
window fans are useless
as they blow hot air
no break in sight
from the swelter
yet the people
are use to it
life in the city

Short Story

During his morning stroll, the elderly man is curious, as to how many bricks did they use in making the one block long sidewalk. Maybe one day, he will find the answer, by the tedious task of counting the red rectangular blocks of clay.

A Mystery

Watching
a mysterious
mystery
which in
turn is
a total
mystery
to figure
out
as its
a complete
and ultimate
mystery
to seek
answers
to the
mystery
of all
mysteries

Always read with a pen in your hands,… ~ Tim Parks

“Always read with a pen in your hands, not beside you on the table, but actually in your hand, ready, armed … Put a question mark by everything you find suspect. Underline anything you really appreciate. Feel free to write ‘splendid,’ but also, ‘I don’t believe a word of it.’ And even ‘bullshit.'”
~ Tim Parks, Novelist – Born: December 19, 1954

Writing Slowly With Revisions ~ Jack Kerouac

“I spent my entire youth writing slowly with revisions and endless rehashing speculation and deleting and got so I was writing one sentence a day and the sentence had no FEELING. Goddamn it, FEELING is what I like in art, not CRAFTINESS and the hiding of feelings.”
~ Jack Kerouac

Reading Quote: Maya Angelou

Easy reading is damn hard writing. But if it’s right, it’s easy. It’s the other way around, too. If it’s slovenly written, then it’s hard to read. It doesn’t give the reader what the careful writer can give the reader.
-Maya Angelou

William Faulkner Quote

“Read, read, read. Read everything — trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You’ll absorb it. Then write. If it’s good, you’ll find out. If it’s not, throw it out of the window.”
– William Faulkner

One Sentence Fiction

Willie and Wilma are at the kitchen table, drinking day-old brewed coffee, and both are wondering why it tastes like shit.

Short Fiction

Delusional thoughts, warped ideas, a mind full of fabrications and he believes, that whatever he says is the truth, when he damn well knows they are lies, bullshit, etc., etc….

Short Story

She knew the weather is bad, but she was determined to venture out to the bodega, to get milk, as she had none left. Bundled up, she encountered white out conditions, and soon enough, she got disoriented, and didn’t know where she was.

The next morning her son woke up, and his mother was not home. He called his aunt to see if she was there, and she said no.

An hour later, there was a knock on the door. It was the police notifying him, that a man out walking his dog. found her face down on a snowbank, and apparently froze to death.

Short Story

he awoke around 2:00 am and he couldn’t get back to sleep he decided to thrown on some clothes and take a walk the air was warm and it made him feel good ambling on down the street he sees two women in black heels totally naked standing at the corner as he approached they said that he was welcome to join them if he was in his forties sorry i’m in my sixties oh well he said thanks anyways for the invite off he went further down the street he came upon two men also in their 40s and they asked him if he wanted to join them nope i’m in my 60s he went into the 24 hour store and bought a pack of chewing gum and asked the guy behind the counter who are those two naked men outside i don’t see anybody standing out their he was kind of dumbstruck so he paid for his gum an a bottle of water headed back home he never saw the two men or the women on his return to his home about couple of minutes after 2:00 am he woke up wondering what the hell the dream was all about was it real did it really happen only he knows

Quick Fiction

Sam was in his glory, as the woman behind the counter, gave him a bag of day old muffins and doughnuts. She also filled his thermos with fresh brewed coffee.

Sam is homeless, and has no job. He forages in the dumpsters for returnable cans and bottles, which keeps him busy.

Now he is thankful for people like the woman that works at the local bakery. Sam sees the best the best in people, and that’s a good thing.

100 Word Story

He: Did he do it?
She: What did he do?
He: I’m asking you, did he do it?
She: What did he do?
He: You know what he did.
She: I have know idea what you are talking about.
He: I think you do.
She: You think, but you don’t know for sure.
He; Well, back to the question. Did he do it?
She: I still have no idea what you are try to see.
He: You do, and I am 99.9 percent sure.
She: Still there is that .1 percent tells me that you are not sure about it.
He: Oh.

Telling Stories

Everybody
has
a
story
to
tell

Whether
its
fiction
or
reality
interesting
humorous
or
boring
we
should
all
give
it
a
listen
as
we
may
learn
something
new
and
it
might
give
the
teller
a
stronger
voice

Yes
we
all
are
story
tellers

Deadline ~ A 100 Word Story

The reporter for the local newspaper, fueled with excessive amounts of caffeine, is typing away like a mad man. His editor loves his work, even though he his in his own world, no one dares to tell him to slow down. The reason is, that a colleague told him to take a break, and that turned into a big mistake. The madman told him to shut the fuck up, and to mind his own fucking business. Needless to say, that was the one and only time that anyone would have the balls to say anything to him, about his habit.

Ralph Waldo Emerson ~ Writing

The maker of a sentence launches out into the infinite and builds a road into Chaos and old Night, and is followed by those who hear him with something of wild, creative delight.

~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Writing

Write down the thoughts of the moment. Those that come unsought for are commonly the most valuable.

~Francis Bacon

Short Story

He said, “Oh shit.”  She told him to watch his mouth. So for the rest of the day, he looked into the hand held mirror, never to put it down.

100 Word Story

Standing under the spreading maple tree, he is fretting, and mumbling, as what he will say, to his long lost daughter. It’s been at least 10 plus years, that they had any contact.

She finally showed up, and it was an awkward feeling. A few minutes passed by, and the angst he was feeling was gone. They hugged, and we’re both misty eyed, then the conversing began. They told each other what they are doing with their lives.

The happy father and daughter went to the corner deli, had a nice lunch of sandwiches, coffee and let the bygones, be bygones.

100 Word Story

Joel would do anything, to see his long, lost love. He would walk bare foot on hot coals, a bed of nails or a flooded street. She meant so much to him, but he could not understand why she refused to see him. He would give it one more try and talk to her and if she still would not give him a satisfactory answer, as to why she ended it, then he would just go back home, and sit in his favorite chair, and stare at the four walls, to ponder, what if, and there were many what ifs.

Short Story

On almost any given night, the insomniacs congregate at the mid-town diner, with cups of coffee to discuss the different reasons, of the whys they cannot sleep.

Short Story

The look of love is showing in her eyes, while lust was in his heart. They hit it off.

Quick Fiction

Write, write, write she says.
Right he says, as you are right
for telling me to write the right stuff.