I spent four hours staring at a blank piece of paper waiting for the Friday story, and I was coming up with nothing at all. This new story came about because of a friend's post on Facebook of the cutest cat that I've ever seen (I'm a dog person, so it takes a lot for me to say I like a cat). http://foo-chan.tumblr.com/
Had an interesting day yesterday, my writing mentor and screenwriting group had a discussion over Miley Cyrus (no need to explain right?) and how American Entertainment and American Culture have changed gradually since the 90's. We talked about how risque the movie The Fifth Element was for some people back when it came out to theaters in 1997, and how it compares to Miley Cyrus' performance during the MTV VMA. I made no comment, being an immigrant and the only minority in the room... well... I did make one comment:
"MTV has been dead for a while."
Enjoy this new 100 story, and two older 100 stories as well. Good night/morning!
*update*
Another old post getting a much needed update and reshare to the google+ communities. +Adrianna Joleigh, +Linda Maree Malcolm, and +Janine Donoho, Author & Fledgling Artist, were one of the first few people to find me and tell me about google+ communities.
Enjoy.
*pictures are originally from:
-http://artforshelteranimals.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html
-http://www.123inspiration.com/surreal-photography-by-julie-de-waroquier/surreal-photography-julie-de-waroquier-4/
-http://www.newscientist.com/articleimages/dn17176/2-wolf-man-condition-down-to-huge-dna-malfunction.html
08/30/2013 (Friday)- A Cat Confession
There’s a calico
cat that passes by my window every Friday night. He stops by to say hello, asks how I’ve been,
how’s the family, such and such— normal neighbor chit chat. The other night over a cup of coffee and a
bowl of milk, he told me a secret.
“I’m terrible at
keeping secrets,” I said taking a sip of coffee.
“No worries,” he
purred, “I know a trick that’ll help with that.”
He then told me
his secret, a cat secret borne by wind and moon— bathed in sin and blood.
12/03/2012- The Old Man and the Sulfur Sea
The old man
spent the morning fixing the bait on his hook: his arthritic, liver spotted
hands shaking with each attempt. Smiling
he drops the line into the hole he made, and waits for a bite.
He enjoys the waiting,
they always come in time, temptation drawing them to his line.
He smiles as he
sees the line go taut, reeling it in to size up his catch.
Human. Male.
Thirty-Five. Sinner.
Removing the
hook he quickly guts and skins and debones the soul, tossing it into a bucket
with the others.
12/10/2012- Wyntyr Sacrifice
“Are you serious… I have to
wear this?
‘You want your hammer back,
right?’
“I do! But this…?!”
‘Look. You came to me asking for a favor, and
because you know I’m the best at what I do.’
“… That you are.”
‘Now remember what I’ve told
you, alright? You have to BE the part in
order to trick them.’
“I’m not shaving my beard.”
‘Have you ever seen a woman
with a beard?!’
“Well, this one time in
Midgard…”
‘I reeaaally don’t want to
hear this.’
“…you asked.”
‘I know. Now put these two rocks into your blouse.’
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