“LAND, HO!”
Captain Morrow emerged from his quarters onto the deck of his ship. “Winslow, what the hell are you doing?” “Land, Captain! LAND EVERYWHERE! So beautiful.” “Hand me that, you imbecile!” Captain Morrow hit Winslow’s head with the device. Pointing, he said, “First, that is an asteroid. Secondly, we’re searching for theorium, not land. And, this” Captain Morrow held up the device, “is a kaleidoscope!”
I absolutely love these writing challenges. It's so fun! While I think this is the cheap shot at this prompt, this piece accomplishes more for me than just putting out this microfiction. Over the course of the past couple of months, I have been searching for inspiration to write an ongoing series--using characters, scenery, items, plot points, and more through multiple short stories and microfiction pieces. The idea that came after seeing this prompt helped me see that the Captain Morrow ideas that I have been working with perfectly fit into a Space Pirate scenario, and I am elated to continue this concept! Even if this piece isn't highly voted for, I hope that you all thoroughly enjoy what I'm working towards! -TL
Garran awoke upon burned and barren coast, his eyes facing the sun, as the waves kissed the coast and cries echoed around him. He clinched his eyes, lifted his hands to cover his ears, and the cries grew louder. He sat up, peering around himself, but he was alone. Garran closed his eyes tighter, and began rocking back and forth.
“I know! I’m sorry I couldn't help you,” he screamed, saliva spewing from his lips as tears laced his face. “I’m sorry!” The crying in his ears subsided, and Garran heard clinking footsteps approaching. Sunday is just there--always there. He doesn't bring much to the table, and all he can do is remind me that I have to go back to work the next day. Monday is a bitch. All she can do is complain and throw one tantrum after another. I leave her feeling completely exhausted. Tuesday is forgettable. After dealing with Monday, we both just try to get through everything without being noticed. Wednesday is constantly busy. She considers how little got done at work the previous two days, and feels the need to overwork herself. Thursday is like a breath of fresh air. We both feel gleeful that we’re nearing the end of the work week, and are just excited to get home with some ice cream and watch Grey’s Anatomy. Friday is just lazy. All he does is sit there and let everyone praise him without actually accomplishing anything or contributing to anything. Despite his laziness, everyone seems to love him and look forward to his arrival. For me, though, Saturday is the best, though slightly unpredictable. We sometimes spend all of our day doing homework and then looking at the clock only to wonder where the day went. Other times we’re sitting on the couch until sunset watching pointless television and gorging on anything we can get our hands on. Still, other times, we just go outside and enjoy the sunshine. Saturday is my best friend. I think I’ll marry him one day, if he’ll stop leaving me for Sunday, who is just there--always there. This piece was written for theprose.com's challenge to describe each day of the week as if it were a person.
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AuthorTony is actively working on several writing projects including a play, a novel, short stories and children stories. Some of these items may appear on this page, and others may appear on the store page (not active). Categories
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Awards:for "Just Like Mommy"
for "Pim & the Open Drain"
for "Pim & the Glass Jar"
for "One Drink."
for "No Prince."
for "Neither would he."
for "The Burning of Pounce"
for "Revelation, Part Two"
for "Precise Specifications"
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This book has stuck with me since I finished reading it over three years ago. I was deeply fascinated by the story being told from the point of view of such a young child, and the way he tells the story is so viscerally devastating and b...
by Ernest Cline
From start to finish, this book had me excited! I struggled putting it down. Although many of the references went over my head (because I have yet to enjoy such nerd culture), it didn't matter. The concept and the pure exhilarating joy o...
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