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Boot Camp Keegan March Thingee


PROMPTS 2015-052

March Shin-Dig 001


Feb 28 2015 11:15 (Saturday)


1276 It was Saturday night, Sunday, about two a.m.
1277 Write a story "driven by" a specific poem of your choice
1278 This is as good a reason as any to look up
1279 She moves towards me, cheekbones, legs
1280 A story ending: "He walks away, becoming smaller."

1281 Fish, baskets, bones
1282 We die, or we become invisible
1283 Do not trust happiness
1284 Twenty-four days behind a locked steel door
1285 The real pain in a phantom limb

1286 The case of metal in your mouth, the thoughts
1287 I just want to speak to my mother again.
1288 The widow has left us too
1289 A story beginning: "There is no need for you to stop and listen."
1290 In an old woman's dead house, webs are ugly. In morning frost, God.

1291 On the mountain, a screaming
1292 Snowdrops, Crocuses from far away
1293 Dresden
1294 Past old, past faded, somehow still not dead
1295 Pale cost-clerks with very small dreams

1296 Walking round town with "For Sale" written on my head
1297 I dream I climb trees, then leap at clouds
1298 What is left in the boot of my car
1299 How a body strikes the ground after falling
1300 Something will happen soon. It's bound to. Someone will come.


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Prompts: Feb 1st

Boot Camp

January Flash Blast

2015-0049 (Feb 1 2015) 07:43 (Sunday)

1201 Who will identify you?

1202 Put a record on the juke box, my Marlene

1203 Sand pouring through the gap

1204 The smell of late night buses

1205 I would rather be scared with friends than brave alone

1206 Mine will be a small death, hardly noticed

1207 The footprints left in ash

1208 Roll up your sleeves, pull the child free

1209 I leave one arm to feed the insects

1210 I am forty-seven and forty-eight

1211 Is it my body that you want, or me?

1212 Something about ice-cream and how they make the flavours

1213 We need more cliche

1214 Let us invite seven spinsters up for tea

1215 What is not

1216 I've started, so I'll do my best to finish

1217 I would be a U-Boat Captain, with five days of beard

1218 Summer, but ticks in the grass

1219 I could have been a private dick, a shamus with a dirty hat

1220 Musician, torturer; musician, murderer; musician, you.

1221 The concussion of the unexpected blast

1222 Adrenaline

1223 Keep saying we were right: as the tanks roll over us

1224 When we fucked in my Cortina

1225 I almost rang your bell