After 429 consecutive tweets, my #vss365 serial, ‘Hunger’ has finally come to an end. It’s been such a fun, intuitive way to write a story - seeing where the daily prompts led me. I hope to take it further in the future. Now for some thank yous... #amwriting#writingcommunity
Gabe joined his fellow diners.
‘#Eat,’ said a man to his left.
’Yes, do,’ said a woman opposite, salivating.
He gladly obliged; yet his appetite never seemed sated.
No one else ate a thing.
‘Not hungry?’ he asked.
‘Not now!’ they said; as if nourished by his every bite.#vss365
@cbcreative @AllyZetterberg ‘You’ve done us proud,’ said Gran, reaching to hang the graduation photo on her wall. ‘Goodness knows where you get it from.’
‘What do you mean? Dad’s pretty smart.’
‘Well, I—’ Gran lost her grip, and the photo fell – broken glass distorting her granddaughter’s features.#WriteCBC
@cbcreative@CorrineLeith ‘Dear Santa,’ read the elf. ‘My sister is lost, please find her.’
Maya’s face fell. ‘I just wanted to give Lyra something special.’
‘You still can.’
‘How?’
‘Remember where the magic is.’
Smiling, Maya raised a hand to her heart and, in an instant, she was home.
#5ActFestiveStory
@cbcreative@arrroberts ‘Say hello to RoGrow: Unnaturally natural,’ says Meg. ‘You got me a garden bot?’
‘Exactly, Darling. He’ll do it all. You’ll have no more weeds to weed or heads to dead.’
Except for one, thinks Meg, as she visualises slashing her trusty old trowel through synthetic skin.#WriteCBC
@cbcreative@AlexHayBooks We’re blind beneath the black cloud sky, but I see your tears track through the dust, and I thumb them away, knowing no more water will fall here. Our homestead is a husk that failed to thrive, so we head west in search of a place to prosper, seeking the setting sun.
#WriteCBC
Elowen’s screech reverberated around the tunnel. ‘Don’t you dare speak of her, Glade – not unless you want to end up as #charcoal.’
Glade laughed. ‘Don’t you need fire for that? Wick and Ash are on our side, remember.’
‘Keep going,’ whispered Blue. ‘Her anger’s returning.’#vss365
#Ash winced, blackened fingers still smouldering.
‘Fire Elementals are the best,’ they said. ‘Power of the Sun and all that.’
Ash would rather be any of the others: Wood, Earth, Metal, Water.
Sure he could burn stuff, but why hadn’t anyone told him how much it would hurt?
#vss365
Blue immediately dropped her hands, and the fog enshrouded them. ‘With me,’ she said, linking their arms.
‘Elowen, don’t make me mention #Olivine,’ shouted Glade.
Blue whispered to Ash, ‘Olivine?’
‘You know. That Yin Metal Elemental from the West Penwith circle.’
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Groundfog played Werewolves of London.
Aroo, aroo! said the baby badgers.
Of course we blend in with the leaves, said the rusty spotted cat. Our eyes are gold or #olivine, like the sun through leaves.
At night, our eyes are mirrors of the moon, said the jaguar.
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They romanticized the world above. The one they lost to men. Deep in the bowels of earth, they spun tales of home, a world where blinding gold flew in the sky far apart from their #olivine tomb. They awaited plates to shift & straining rocks to rupture & set them free.
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