Baby Thoughts

I tried something new with this one. Writing from the perspective of a character that knows nothing, that doesn't think in full thoughts and doesn't even use words - it's a challenge. I think I have a start on how to handle it, but I'm not entirely pleased with the result. I may rewrite this another time.

Let me know what you think.

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Muffled voices. The voices were Outside. Inside was Hot and Tight and Hungry. She wanted Out. Pushing, scratching, wiggling, biting - the Hard cracked, and there was Light. Light and Cold. She panted, resting a moment as she looked at the Light and felt the Cold. The Hard was still in the way. Stopping her from getting to the Out. Out where the voices were. More pushing, more wiggling, more scratching. The Hard snapped under her soft claws and she wobbled, spilling out of the Hard into the Light and Cold.

Brenda and Jackson

I've been writing this one for a coworker for a couple weeks now, one piece at a time. Not as fractured as the one from last week, and with a better idea of where I'm going with it. Well, sort of.

The character of Brenda is better developed, anyway. :)

Let me know what you think.

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Wafting tendrils of sweet steam played tricks on her eyes, forming faces and figures, beckoning to her. The hiss of the kettle as it cooled seemed to whisper warnings to her, and if she could just hear them…

“Bren? You alright?”

A Trip to the Beach

This is something that popped into my head the other day and kept growing. No idea where it's going, or when the rowers might stop rowing... sorry.

Point is, here's a bit of randomness. Let me know if there's anything in here worth saving.

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Sun streamed through the window, bathing the thick rug in warmth. It was tempting - oh so tempting - to go just stretch out and lay in it, let the summer soak into her fur. Irene sighed longingly, then turned her attention back to the laptop sitting on her desk, mocking her with blank green.

Green, so she could think about the ocean.