I've joined up too on the spur of the moment. I've decided rather than a novel I'm going to write a whole lot of short stories that total 50,000 words. It might be just the motivator I need.
Or I might crash and burn. We'll see.
Well done, Diane. That's great news!
Once upon a clear dark night an elderly man with a wicked cat who ate all of his freshly caught shrimp in a most peculiar, yet satisfyingly white china bowl.
There were sounds outside his window as the wind turbine that spins came crashing down scattering the crows. The sounds of wings, furious and flapping came through the darkness.
And with that become clear that the old man's home was not a good place, not like before. He chose to ignore it for he already knew the reason for it was time warped. So, instead he joined the circus. There, he became an amazing acrobat who created a entertaining show for the elderly folk who ate watermelons and spit seeds into the offending crowd of onlookers.
Covered in seeds, the acrobat then promptly took his large knives and sliced a huge potato in dodecahedrons — took great care with each 12-sided shape before throwing