I’m lying in bed in the smalls of the morning and this line keeps going through my head.
The door opened on a long, slow creak.
It’s repeating like a refrain.
This is what I do.
I open up a new app I’m trying that Geekess sent me a link to yesterday. It’s called QD — Quick Draft. So far, I’m liking it just fine. Quick and dirty is Quick Draft.
I’m wondering how much story I can get in 50 words.
The door opened on a long, slow creak. A glint of metal hissed through the air and Stokes-Barrow crumpled to the floor. The butler couldn’t have done it for there he lay in a growing pool of his own blood. The cold, damp walls of the abbey sighed their relief.
This isn’t even my genre.
The brain does what the brain does.
This harkens back to last Thursday’s post — TBT: Write It Down…
I may never use this again. But then, again, I might.
I have no funny for you today.
No funny for you today have I.
I could be like Sven and bark out…
Drop and give me 50 words. Make ’em count. Now!
But I’m not Sven.
Feel free, though.