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.
He put it in the center of the table next to a small, white vase - underneath the shadow cast by an obscene lily. He put it down, gently, and closed his eyes - rubbed at them with the heels of his palms. He ground his hands into his eyes until red exploded into firework extravagance behind heavy lids. In some childish part of his brain, he was hoping it would be gone when he opened his eyes again.
Did he need to open his eyes again? Did he want to? Did he have to? These questions went splat against the inside of his skull, sliding into a pool of apathy which he had been cultivating for years. If he opened his eyes, he realized - there or not - it would mean action. It would mean decisions. He could hear the grandfather clock ticking, keeping time like an executioner.
He counted slowly to ten and then, holding his breath, hands shaking, he slowly opened his eyes, and tears darkened the red tablecloth.
Thanks for stopping by! Gonna be a busy day, 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.