It’s that time of the week again – S.S.S.
If you missed last week, here it is.
I want to get people involved, if we can get enough traffic, hopefully some cash prizes can be organised – to make it more interesting.
In the meantime, I will continually post the rules and my stories each week.
Sunday Short Story – a short story on Sundays. In the form of poetry or a short story with a fully developed theme. You can: choose to join and share yours; or read mine – either way you’ll be participating in the weekly event.
Word Limit: up to 500 words/ 5 stanzas
Genre: Author’s choice (including poetry)
The idea behind it is to think outside your major project or genre. Being completely absorbed by the one project/ theme seems daunting and frustrating. I feel it could be like music; you can love classical but listen to a bit of rock to make you appreciate the finer melodies.
Here is a poem from a bus-stop bench’s perspective I wrote today.
Four wheels leave to the left, and to the right
with the two-legged soft things,
that rest on me through dark and light,
and some breathe out clouded rings.
All are heavy, but some thin or some wide,
the two-legged things cover my fixed view.
Sometimes their other legs hold bags to their side,
sometimes I can catch a glimpse, a little preview.
The hard body has arrived – they all stand.
Hopping on and hopping off.
Off to the left; an unknown land,
where smaller hard bodies also head-off.
I always watch, I have never moved.
Underneath all colours and things, I am never unmoved.