[100 days of 100 words] 11/100

[kitchen_kink]

Today, it just won’t come. Nothing would: not the drive to exercise, or create, or make love. Nothing but laundry. A quiet day that began late and will end early, punctuated by my husband’s homecoming, tasty pizza, and Twin Peaks.

Quiet. Even these words come slow. My brain isn’t tickled by fancies tonight; it wants only to sleep. The heat comes on and adds to the ambient noise of the house: my husband’s new phone, my happy housemates in the other room, the rattle and hum of my hard drive. It’s simply time for bed.

Wait... what in the world...?

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[tisana.livejournal.com]

Do you take requests?

It's an odd thing to ask for storytelling requests, but... I was at the vending machine yesterday and all I came across was pennies. "I hate pennies," I thought, "they're useless." But it occurred to me there's a short story seed lurking in there somewhere, and if anyone could make something wonderful out of something seemingly worthless with simply words, it'd be you.

So. Pennies.

[dietrich.livejournal.com]

*blushes* I'm honored in so many ways by this.

Actually I think the funniest thing here is that when I was about...12, maybe? I wrote a series of stories about a genie, named Penny, who comes out of an old penny. She looked like a punk rocker and chewed a lot of gum. :)

[queen-of-wands.livejournal.com]

my happy housemates in the other room

:)