Stories , Stories, Stories...and not an end in sight
I actually think I'll finish a story this month (so hold that mocking, ms chance!), but the last couple of days have been full of new story ideas for me.
Some beginnings:
They have come to Pretoria to hunt the leviathan
--The Whale's Lover (this is the one I think I'll actually finish this month)
Liz is not prepared for a hot air balloon landing in her front yard.
She tells the people in the balloon that, because she has always been straightforward about things. "I am not prepared to entertain going with you at this time," she says though they haven't said a thing. In particular, they haven't asked her to go anywhere.
--Hot Air
Jennie Low swears to God
--I swear to God, she says--
that the best cowgirls in the world are on the Chadron in Northwest Nebraska.
--Cowgirls in Space
"A Rottweiler is not a butterfly."
This is what my mother says to me when I tell her that I have recently acquired a Rottweiler puppy. It doesn't make a sense, as is true of so many of the things my mother says. So, I ignore it. I also do not tell my mother the source of my new puppy...
--The Butterfly Dog
Florida believes the world will end with a whimper. But, as always, he is full of shit. The world's already ended. And it ended with a bang.
I tell Florida that he should go by Florin or Flynn or something, which would be less confusing for people than Florida. "Why are you named Florida?" people ask him. "Because I was born in Georgia," he says.
--untitled so far