Hey, writer-type folks. AND PEOPLE WHO JUST WANT TO PLAY BUT DON'T IDENTIFY AS 'WRITERS' - all are welcome here! Every Friday, we do a fun free-write. For fun. And Freedom!
Write whatever you want in the comments section on this blog post. Play as many times as you like. #breaktheblog! You have two minutes (give or take a few seconds ... no pressure!). Have fun. The more people who play, the more fun it is. So, tell a friend. Then send 'em here to read your 'two' and encourage them to play.
She sits in a web of her own broken promises, trying to fit pieces - jagged edge to jagged edge. She feels the emptiness like a whisper in a crowd, it tugs at her and goads her, but it never tells her anything. Nevertheless, she knows the voice, she knows the score, and she will sit, fingers entwined, creating more lies to wrap herself in.
It started innocently. She lied because it was easy. She made promises she knew she would never keep - because it shut him up. And he was so shy, so innocent - a small pup of a man who used her untruths like a chew toy, worried them until the worrying supplanted the intent. To a point.
She smokes long, tall cigarettes, sending the smoke upward where it is chopped mercilessly by the ceiling fan. She looks out the window which looks into her neighbors' apartment. They never notice and they never do anything interesting. She watches flies circle the ceiling. One day, she finds the key that fits the leg shackles and smiles.
Now, there will be more interesting shows to watch.
Thanks for stopping by! I'll be out a lot of today but, rest assured, I'll be reading everything and commenting as I have time, so check back. Post your pieces on your blogs, telephone poles, passing pedestrians, etc. if you like...it's a fun web o' writing.