Once a legend was fulfilled; my mother the sun, my sister the warrior, and I the key.Â I was in awe of my sibling for she was everything I was not â€“ it was as if she were dragon born with emerald orbs and breath of fire.Â Yes, I had my talents but they had to remain hidden.Â I was an imprisoned chick who could only attempt to crack my exterior shell.Â Although mother was afraid of me, sister was not.Â While sleeping on our shared mattress she was confident of being able to slay the beast I might become.Â She sang softly.Â As key it had been demonstrated both demons and angels knew my name.Â Mother always had our bags packed for a midnight escape.
Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Painfully I never told my sister a hidden truth, even as she lay dying; fact is I am the warrior and she was the key.
Westerfield Â© 2013
PROMPT BY TRACY FABRE
I just read anÂ articleÂ by Mark O'Connell about whetherÂ Amanda McKittrick Ros was the worst novelistin history and was amused (and/or horrified) by this passage:
One thing that is clear about Rosâ€™ prose is its aversion to calling a thing by its name. Eyes are â€œglobes of glare.â€ When their owners are unhappy, these globes are â€œstuffed with sorrow.â€ Trousers are not trousers; they are â€œthe southern necessary.â€
Please describe a person or object without naming it specifically--
"globes of glare,"Â NOT "eyes"
"square slice of baked wheat,"Â NOT "bread"
"metal traveling contraption,"Â NOT "car"
Here are someÂ completelyÂ optional suggestions to (NOT) use ~
armadillo (hey... I hardly EVER mention them anymore)
And because you'll need more words to play with, you can goÂ up to 150!
Your story may be serious or lighthearted or as silly as you like so long as it isÂ 150 or Â fewerwords.
Post your stories to Genre Shorties.
PleaseÂ readÂ otherÂ folks' entries!
This is a moderated group and only articles posted for the prompts are accepted.