Aimee Amodio posted this and it seems so simple and so fun that I want to play too.
Tell me about a story I haven’t written (yet) and I’ll give you a random sentence from that story.
Short Fiction Meme and You
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Weren’t you working on a story where the sun fell to earth?
Smoke, smelling of rosemary and lavender, coiled through Ioanna’s window and pulled her outside; a man lay in her smoldering herb garden.
Black market salt crime syndacate influences election on sodium-poor world.
Too easy, Rick!
Still trembling from the salt audit, Melia flung the papers in front of her husband. “Lot’s wife! How could you?”
The one about the skirmish at the Icelandic / Japanese border.
At the sight of the men dressed in rattan armour, Professor Hardwigg turned to me in a state of some excitement and whispered, “Henry, my lad, if I had any doubts that Arne Saknussemms’s map led to the center of the Earth, I should drop them as of this moment. Further, I now believe that the path continues beyond the center to Nippon herself!”
I’ve always wondered what the protagonist of “Getting My You-Tubes Tied” decided to do. And wasn’t that in 2nd person?
You know you should leave the house, but you have to see just one more YouTube before you go.
Your Iceland sentence is genius 🙂
Why thank you. I adored your Monkey King one.
Thanks 🙂
I can’t quite remember that one about the dinner party told from the perspective of the chipped wineglass…
Riedel felt her chipped rim slide across the soft lip of the human and slice into the tender flesh.
How about the one where the wine maker called his wine a bimbo?
The dame walked up on me with long legs but she had reek of vanilla and more flash than a pawn store on Saturday night; this Pinot was nothing more than a bimbo.