(These words were rolling around in my head, tickling my brain. Then more words came, where it's going I have no idea!)
As morning came noone roamed the streets
(Then)
As morning came, noone roamed the streets of the tiny subdivision overlooking the lake.
As morning came, noone roamed the streets of the tiny subdivision overlooking the lake, but someone was watching. The leaves populated the streets with dancing and leaping they seemed not to have a care in the world, not so for...
(Sorry, I have to think on this more. Not sure if I want to go a mystery route with the whole "watching thing." Who's watching??? Hmmm. Let me see. I think what I'll do is each day keep adding. I noticed Kim (writekimwrite) did this in playing with fiction in her #3 slice. So here goes...)
Interesting about the leaves...dancing and leaping with no care...not so far. Now I've got to return to see what's next, & you have to continue writing... (Best wishes Jen)
ReplyDeleteAs I've played with fiction for almost 2 years now, I'm continually amazed how it challenges me as a writer and helps me come to big realizations about "real" life. I'm looking forward to hearing where your journey leads.
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I admire that you posted something that you are thinking through!
ReplyDeleteI agree, it's fun to see the process! I should do something like that... (See, this is why we never run out of ideas!)
ReplyDeleteWell get your brain thinking girl! You can't leave me hanging . . . This is interesting to watch and wonder where it will lead.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great idea to tackle fiction. And I love that you're showing us your process. Talk about being brave... Yay you!!!
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