Here is a prompt I wrote this afternoon. Enjoy! — Prompt: A quick encounter. — “Holy crap Pills, that’s three IPAs in an hour,” Jake said. “Didn’t you smoke a huge bowl with Jenny before we came?” Pillard threw up his elbows, sniffed his armpits, and raised his eyebrow. “Do I smell like weed?” “Hah, I don’t know man, I don’t smoke.” “He doesn’t!” Jenny sat up from the polished pub...
Prompt: Jennifer is lonely. — I drop the bent tin lid into the empty can of chicken and close the sandwich. I smell it before I bite it. Smells like Mondays. The crowd is the same. The table is full of the nameless and uncategorized. Farthest from me and the vending machines, the serious academics sit with their pens whipping their textbooks in time with the mechanical drums in their...
Prompt: write a scene that moves through description. — The whole world was yelling at me. I was by myself. I was wearing my blue shoes and yellow shorts. I always wore a black shirt. I had tons of them but people thought I only had the one. Sometimes that was funny, sometimes it was frustrating. I wasn’t wearing my glasses then—this was before September. The thin membrane of my inner ear...
Here is a quick prompt based on a Robert Johnson tune. — Prompt: Crossroads — I went down to the crossroad and fell to my knees. I asked the Lord above, “Have mercy on my trespass; I do wrong. But do not take me on your day Lord.” An old chicken wagon passed. He didn’t even look my way. I’m going to kiss you, Willie Brown, If I get out of this. Ain’t...
Here is short sketch I put together for you. Enjoy! — Whoever has happened to pass through Turgenev Railway Station prior to 2009 will have seen her. Even if they don’t remember, she was there. On the day I met her, I had just missed the last train to Albuquerque. “It’s only three,” I said. The cashier scratched his mustache, shifted on his feet, and looked to his...
Amicus Lucero – 2/9/13
Here is a prompt I wrote this morning. Enjoy. — Prompt: The creature. — Maggie drove the spear fist-deep in the creature’s chest, twisted it, and tore it out. The creature howled; stalagmites trembled around them. Maggie retreated, crouching low and facing the creature. “Enough…” it said. Steam escaped the wet wound under its hand. “Enough, I’ll go …...
In the autumn of life, literature eases conscience through transition.
Here is a poem I wrote this evening. Enjoy! — The King’s Letter See you not my torn ear and tattered paw, And prove they not my battlefield valor? Victory over forest and fortress! What better measure of a king than they Who sing of him with tender cadence all? Mark my worth in ounces by these voices. For your king is a good king, generous, Whose bountiful gifts swell with my love...
Prompt: The pharmacy — “Last name?” The pharmacy assistant’s voice popped the daydream in my ears and the cold, checkered tiled reality of the corner CVS materialized before me. “Last name?” She said. “Sorry,” I said. Forty minutes had passed in that line. It was late. I got off work at six, but wife forbid I don’t pick up the cuckoo pills on...