Crazy orange man. President-to-be-man. Not normal man. Nazi-enabling man. Help us, man.
I wrote this brief post in 60 seconds using oneword™, a website designed to provide the user with a timed writing prompt. While on that site, simply click “go” and one word appears with a text box. My word was “lunatic”. What was yours?
After I wrote the post, I created the image using ArtRage on my tablet. The image does not represent the written word. I could not bring myself to doodle the images that were running through my mind. I’m trying to stay positive. Rather the written word and the post paired together represent my concerns to our current political climate.
Stella sat enthralled. The flickers from the random ball of fire she found sitting on her dining room floor had finally died out. She thought it might be a good idea to call the fire department or NASA. Yet, Stella simply couldn’t bring herself to move.
She sat for hours listening to the sounds emanating from the alien rock. The pop, sizzle, pop, rat-a-tat she had heard originally upon entering the house had long since dissipated. Now, an ethereal and sonorous melody played with her imagination. Enthralled with the sounds, she lost track of time.
Hours later she decided to call her elderly mother.
“Hi, mom. I need you to listen to this . . .” >>
Today’s post is the second chapter of the continuing saga about “Stella’s Visitor.”
I composed this post last night while watching TV in bed. I created the image using the ArtRage app on my tablet. Then then I recorded the sound effects using an app on my Android phone. I am easily entertained.
Stepping into the house, Stella heard strange noises. And they were not emanating from the grate of the garage door or the rumble of the air conditioner. Grasping the edge of the door, she gently slid her key out of the lock and quickly pocketed it.
She stood still in the pantry and cocked her head to listen. Listen to what Stella heard >>
Stella’s mind raced as she heard a rustling, a rat-a-tat, and a clinking.
She wondered to herself, “Is an injured bird bird fluttering around the dining room? Is my husband rooting through his desk? Is a rodent of unusual size scampering from the closet under the stairs?”
Her curiosity piqued, she decided to investigate.
Warily, Stella entered the kitchen. She looked around to spot a broken window over in the dining room. Her gaze traced a trail of scorch marks and shards of glass to find a smoldering mass lodged in the floor boards of her dining room.
Befuddled, she muttered out loud, “Huh. Look at that.”
Today’s post was inspired by the following prompt: “When she returns home, your character finds the window broken and a meteorite burning a hole in the rug.” See Writing.com at http://www.writing.com/main/writing_prompts.
I composed this post last night while watching TV in bed. I created the image using the ArtRage app on my tablet. Then then I recorded the sound effects by holding my mobile phone in one hand and stirring a bowl of popcorn, a TV remote, and the stylus from my tablet with my other hand.