360 seconds to compose, write, re-write, edit, spell-check and title a little story is NOT a lot. It's an exhilarating little pulse of creativity.
I've done a few of them, and the best results have come when I didn't try to over think the process. Here are a couple, one funny, one scary:
Cherries On My Plate: So there I was, cigarette in hand, pigeon in my mouth, and she starts talking to me. I'm like, lady, shut up already, will ya? If the blood bothers you, go read somewhere else, OK? But no, she wants me to stop eating the pigeon. Or [... more]So, go over and give it a try. It's fun, like snorting a line of finely crushed Altoids.
Bury My Heart At Wounded Thigh: Find within yourself the path to truth, and you will never steer yourself wrong.
Good Lord, what a load of crap, he thought, sharpening the shovel again.
Rely on my own internal frame of reference to tell me what is the true path? Hell, if I thought my internal compass was true, I'd [... more]
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