Microfiction Monday is hosted by Susan on Stony River.
This week's Microfiction Monday will be different. Instead of something creative made up on the spot, you have a brief two sentences from my current short story entitled Dream Giver --- about a woman named Trisha who is drawn to a psychic in a coma through dreams. The sentences come from the opening dream sequence.
Sterile white doors lined the walls. Even though my feet propelled me forward, I didn’t move an inch |
- finalizing submission for Illuminations
- finalizing submissions to Madison Lit Fest
- debate about submitting to the Kenyon Review
- create a rough draft for a storyboard (for class)
- write 8-10 pages analyzing Iron Man (for a different class)
Here, have a video to entertain yourselves. Taken from John Scalzi's blog.
YIKES on the video! Songs seems odd coming out of their musical mouths. :) I'm a fellow crusader and new follower. Nice to meet you.
ReplyDeleteI;m new here and at Mictro Fiction. I signed on to follow on your blog, please follow me too at http;//lindaoconnell.blogspot.com/
ReplyDeleteOh I have a fondness for my dreams. Lately I've been condensing them down into 1 or 2 sentence snippets. After doing so it's amazing the hidden meaning/message comes to light. Is there anyway to let me know when your short story is complete? I would love to read it! Guess I'll have to follow you.
ReplyDeleteOh...and I enjoyed the Cleverly's rendition!
Why didn't she go? Oh, I like this one!
ReplyDeleteI like the fact that even though she wanted to, her feet wouldn't propel her forward! Wonderful MM. Have a great week. Cheers~
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