under stars they vowed
dance till the sun sets us free
but day broke her heart
Thanks for the inspiration
Tag: #FOWC
Rejection
Where the hell was that girl with his whiskey? It was cold in the courtyard. And drafty. But they wouldn’t let him smoke inside. And he really needed one. It was his first in six months so he probably didn’t need it so much as he wanted it. But right now he wasn’t in the mood to dissect the difference. He was too busy trying to pretend he didn’t really care. But his attempts at pretending collapsed almost immediately. He couldn’t lie to himself. He had wanted it. Bad.
As he thought about their rejection, he second-guessed every decision he had made. Where had he gone wrong? All he ever really wanted was to belong. Maybe that was it. Maybe they could smell the overwhelming need seeping out of his pores like a rancid perfume. The kind that claims to be glamorous but really is just cheap. Well screw them. He didn’t need to belong to their stupid group. Probably just a bunch of blowhards and know-it-alls. He took a long drag off his Camel and let his mind drift. He could see the headline now: “Unknown Author Defies Odds with Million Dollar Book Advance.”
But even as that thought formed, a single tear dropped. Stupid writing workshop.
I dedicate this to all my past rejections. Without them, I would not/could not be ME!
And thanks to all y’all (below) for your inspiration in word and picture!
An “Old-Fashioned” Wedding or Becoming Mrs. Right
truthfully she pledged
to “love honor and obey”
then parody died
Thanks to FOWC and Ronovan Writes for the prompts.
And for the record, this is not a reflection on my marriage, which is alive and happy, maybe because we never promised to “obey.” 😉
The Year I Was Five
The year I was five my grandfather left the house every day before dawn. My mom would pack his green cooler with food. He’d put on his boots, grab his yellow bag of tools, and then head out the door with his guide dog Bud and a cheery “Going to guard the castle.”
Every day I’d beg to come along. And every day he’d tell me “maybe when you’re older.”
Then one day, Bud came home but my grandfather didn’t. So I followed Bud back to the castle.
It was just as I always imagined. Except for the flashing lights.
COVER PHOTO PROMPT © J.S. Brand
And thanks to Friday Fictioners
and to Sammi Scribbles (Castle in exactly 100 words) and FOWC (Guide)
To Do Lists
Yesterday’s To Do List
- disrupt the status quo
- smash the patriarchy
- be an ally
- shatter the glass ceiling
- practice intersectional feminism
- crack open the captivating confines of my privilege
- be civil
Today’s To Do List
- disrupt the status quo
- smash the patriarchy
- be an ally
- shatter the glass ceiling
- practice intersectional feminism
- crack open the captivating confines of my privilege
- be civil fuck that
- be mean to random idiots on twitter until I feel better
Tomorrow’s To Do List
- disrupt the status quo
- smash the patriarchy
- be an ally
- shatter the glass ceiling
- practice intersectional feminism
- crack open the captivating confines of my privilege
- be civil
fuck thatbe mean to random idiots on twitter until I feel better
- don’t equate being civil with staying silent: STAY ENGAGED AND DO NOT LOSE HOPE!
Trying to get my mojo back today and the confluence of prompts from SoCS (mean) and Putting my Feet in the Dirt (captivating confines) and FOWC (disrupt) helped do the trick! Thanks y’all.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 