I started a new thing where I post my favorite bit of the day that I wrote to my twitter and facebook. I thought I might start posting them here.
To catch up, let me post those I’ve already done.
Three thousand years worth of memories and none hers to touch. How many moments did that make? All stolen and lost, left in the hard-packed layers of epochs and eras.
The room sat silent for a moment, allowing the sound of the closing door to linger with a sting.
The blackness, filled with a hidden promise, drew her in too deep for a song and a dance.
Their lives have always been perversely short and fragile. A bad joke more akin to a passing thought.
I’ll only be posting these as I actually have them. I don’t have a favorite bit every day – you know those days. The ones you slog through, desperately trying to make it all work and come together but in the end, you only have a string of declarative sentences that will have to be fixed in the 2nd draft (if you can stand to wait that long). Yeah, those days rarely produce more than irritation.