Today's writing prompt: The story must have an ogre at the beginning. The story must have a dart appear in the middle. The story must involve a bench in it. I was sitting on the bench at my bus stop. A man that must have been seven feet tall and three feet wide sat down … Continue reading Snickers, Dogs, and Grupp
Author: Cynthia Praski
My Last Photo
I don’t take many photos anymore. I must choose how to spend my time and photography ended up on the bottom of the list, even though I have a great Nikon and some awesome lenses. Writing was on the top. When I do take photos, it tends to be in clusters. Every now and then … Continue reading My Last Photo
The Pond
This is a Portmanteau* story. I've been obsessed with portmanteaus, and this is the latest manifestation. It's a work in progress. She was a cortle, not a bratle, hovering under floaps, her friends the, Orish, swasting around her. The splurgling of her woret was beautilodius! But abwa, out of her woret, was the Dorld. The … Continue reading The Pond
Summer Camp
“Well color me happy!” Grampa said. He held the rock up to the light and it shnined through, accentuating the rock’s lacy layers. “It sure is red,” I said. “This is a Lake Superior Agate. Don’t usually find ‘em this part of Lake Huron.” I slid my cold hand into his large one. He wrapped … Continue reading Summer Camp
Portmanteau
"We're deplaning now. Please utilize the exit at the front of the plane." "Deplaning, ugh." "Only because 'disembarking' is too long," Steve said. "It's not a real word!" "It started in 1923." I considered this for about a nanosecond. "Slithy." "Now who's making up words," he said. "Lewis Carroll. Lithe and slimy smashed together." "The … Continue reading Portmanteau
