I’ve told many people this before and I’ll tell all 6 of you who read this blog: I’m not a writer. It’s no secret that I often ask people to write stuff for me, or at least to heavily edit what I have written: thank you letters, newsletters, introductions, etc…. Well, something has been brewing inside of me and I’ve decided to write.
I have 2 projects on the go, however I am also writing from prompts as well, as an exercise. I will be posting some stuff here from my prompt writing for you all to read and comment on. If anything strikes your fancy and you want me to revisit those characters or that story, please say so in the comments, I’d love some feedback 🙂 If you want to avoid the regular site and just head to the category where all my writing will be, you can click and bookmark this link here which will take you to all the posts that have stories –> http://bit.ly/lyfwriting
Let me just say this about that: I am writing for myself. My lovely reader, you may or may not like these stories. You are welcome to tell me that in the comments, but please at the very least be constructive. Also, all of the work here is copyrighted by me. If you want to share a story on your own website, then please leave a request in the comments below and I will reply to you. I hope you are entertained at least once in the reading of these bizarre stories. Oh, also, because I am an actor, most (I would dare say at least 90%) of these stories will be in the play/screenwriting format.
Ok. Enough preamble. Here’s one of my 5 sentence stories to tide you over until later today 🙂
Once upon a time I had an idea. It didn’t like me. It spit in my face and went to live with a man named Alec. It’s been a while since that incident and I miss the idea desperately. Why couldn’t it have stayed with me?