If you haven’t already, you really must try writing a story in 30 words. It’s remarkably fun and freeing, and it’s the only writing I’ve done this month. Here are the next seven installments in my month of tiny stories.
Day 12: Heirarchy
There is a ranking amongst stuffies which must not be disrupted. Plump-yellow-cat may travel in the car, but only, and *only*, ratty-pink-dog may grace the pillow beside her slumbering head.
Day 13: Gang
It’s a mismatched gang that trundles down main, across the bridge over a late-summer memory of a river. Sun-kissed chums chasing one more adventure, before the streetlights call them home.
Day 14: Motley
I want to set this motley tapestry of emotions alight and watch it burn. Turn these unsought sentiments into sparks, watch them dance away into oblivion. Let me feel nothing.
Day 15: Individual
He’s spent so much time staring at the back of her head, he could almost tell you how each individual hair moves in a soft morning breeze, shimmering unattainable gold.
Day 16: Feast
Like the mosquitoes that feast on our unsuspecting ankles, I know our brief interaction will cause me future irritation. He’s charming, I guess, but here to feed and nothing more.
Day 17: Support
Can it be called support when, in fact, we’re just two eroded monoliths propping one another up by mere fluke of simultaneous collapse, our mutual decline serving an accidental stopgap?
Day 18: College
Gertie-Mae suspected that astrobiology might be the wrong major when she showed up for the first day of Planetary Habitability and she was the only one dressed in a spacesuit.
Aly Writes 