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62 words is closed. So here.
She sometimes looks back on adolescence and remembers when wishes where stones in her belly that she’d spit at the offending world. One wish was that her life be interesting, rather than good. This stone rolls over her skin with grief and terror, but the fact that she asked for this actually calms her. It means she can ask for peace, too.
I don't like those jokes.
Hey.
Stop.
How many dead babies...
I said stop!
...does it take to...
How many dead babies does it take to break lovers?
The fu-
...My father smokes a tear stained cigarette, while my mother rocks the shattered promise of the love the two of them shared. The mobile plays for none, empty crib, and the tiny shoes sold without being worn.
62 Words
Okay, I've become a little bit obsessed with http://sixtytwo.org/.
And now I've started writing them too. I can officially say they are the only stories I have ever finished, but I am nonetheless rather pleased :)
Here's one I've submitted.
Anticipated Absence
‘Goodbye.’
It can be a casual word, a poignant word, a word you never want to say, a word that hurts to be heard.
Today, I look at you and I know that it will have to escape my mouth. I’ll hold you and hope that it won’t be our last. Because underneath my Goodbye is my real message.
‘Don’t forget me’.
musical.
Nearly-forgotten music reverberated throughout the hall he resided in. He relished in it, basking in the golden lights and silver sounds. Nothing in this life mattered to him, but the perfection of the instrument's song, an art that was so close to extinction, but still so full of life. He could never quite do the harmonized beauty justice, but was so close.
Edward Patrick
Something I wrote for 62Words. I like it so you try and enjoy it. In case you're wondering, that's the narrator's name up there.
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Uhm. Excuse me. I'm sorry. Sir? ... Madame...? Excuse me. Thank you. Would you mind just... move your hand. Three inches would be nice. Yes, that's much- that's two inches. Sir.
What are you trying to achieve with that extra inch? Maybe my discomfort? Some power trip, hmm? Chaos? ENTROPY?! MOVE YOUR GODDAMN HAND, SIR.
Thank you. I appreciate it.
So. Shameless self-promotion.
So I scratched my old blogger.com blog and started a new one BUT this one actually has a purpose. It's basically a collection (or it will be a collection. As of now there is one story on it) of short stories/microfictions that all contain exactly 62 words. No more, no less. I got the idea from the tumblog 62words which is basically the same thing, but from other people besides me.
I'm not promising high-quality writing all the time, and if you do happen to read some of it I'd really appreciate constructive criticism (constructive being the key word here, people) or even maybe a bit of praise? But only if you find it good. Please don't be all "OMG THIS IS SO GOOD" if you don't mean it. If there's something wrong, please tell me.
Anyway, here's the link. Expect tweaks to design and such. Bye now.
my62words.blogspot.com
Sixty-Two
His eyelids fluttered. The road ahead was unerringly straight; sable tarmac illuminated only by the car's headlights, the moon lost in the clouds above.
He felt himself succumbing, his mind stealing back to the house, the bedroom, even as his body sped further and further away. The engine hummed rhythmically. Eyes closed, he saw her clearly, sleeping. He never saw the deer.
