Micro-fiction, short comics, mixed media and whatever else strikes. Embarking on the quest to produce something every day for the next year, including a 100-word story every day. Photos and art by me, unless otherwise stated.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Not-so-lost world
Two robins and a miniature pterodactyl flew past my window.
Sunday, July 15, 2012
People died.
Through almost no fault of its own the moon exploded.
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Nothing could possibly go wrong.
Infected monkeys make great first pets for people without sense.
Friday, July 13, 2012
Messy
The deranged squirrel labored under various misapprehensions, including my car.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Trying Rachel's Suggestion of the Ten Word Story...
There were never any biscuits when Stalin came to visit.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Here's something I'm working on now. Also, there are dragons. But not in this bit.
“If I am the one fake sleeping with you, I sort of need to know the terms of our fake relationship. Like, can I see other people?” He bunched up a blanket and shoved it under his head—there were a limited number of pillows, and Sterling had both of them. He also wasn’t really in the mood to push the limits of their very new and very strangely-defined relationship by demanding a pillow. Or perhaps it was exhaustion coupled with laziness. Either way, he somehow dreaded the thought of actually asking for one of his own damned pillows.Sterling turned onto his side, his eyes already closed. “Are you really the type of guy who would cheat on your fake boyfriend?” The last few words trailed off into sleep.“Yes, I am the type of guy who would cheat on his fake boyfriend. In fact, I am the type of guy who would cheat on his fake boyfriend, for real, with his fake boyfriend’s very real sister. And have very real sex with her. In the very fake bed you’re now sleeping in.”He looked over at Sterling. Either he was sound asleep, or really good at avoiding difficult conversations. Either seemed plausible at this point. “So. No point in asking exactly why the hell everyone thinks we’re an item?”Sterling’s slightly open mouth offered no answer—just a continued steady audible exhale.“Yeah. I didn’t think so. Illusive jackass.” Eli reached up and turned off the light and closed his eyes. He was unconscious before his head even hit his very fake and yet very lumpy pillow.#my stuff
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Hiatus
Got some personal stuff going on, so this blog is going on hiatus until I figure out some life things, and also figure out the direction I want this blog to go in.
After doing over 300 stories, 100 words each, I am a little burnt out on the format, TBH. And all of my creative energies have been going into a novel. Well, two, actually. I have about 55K total. We'll see where that ends up going.
Maybe post bits of the novel each day? Random inanities? I have no idea. Open to suggestions at this point. But I want to keep this blog going, which doesn't seem to be what will happen, if it stays in its current format.
After doing over 300 stories, 100 words each, I am a little burnt out on the format, TBH. And all of my creative energies have been going into a novel. Well, two, actually. I have about 55K total. We'll see where that ends up going.
Maybe post bits of the novel each day? Random inanities? I have no idea. Open to suggestions at this point. But I want to keep this blog going, which doesn't seem to be what will happen, if it stays in its current format.
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