Today’s First Words: January 2, 2019—C.M. Simpson
Today, I cannot share all the first
words I write—some of them belong to a series I’m working on for LMPBN. The first
words from the poetry and flash fiction, though, I can, so, without further
ado, here are today’s first words:
Another 365 Days of Poetry—Death from on High
What is it that roars on high?
Why?
Another 365 Days of Poetry—An Incursion of Mist
“The mists are forming out on the plain
where the rivulets shift and flow.”
“But it’s still midday.
Would they come?”
“It’s hard to know.”
Another 365 Days of Flash Fiction—Out of Darkness
Living in the dark was no fun at all, but
Renwin endured it. It was better to live in the dark than die in the light. The
only question was: For how long?
How long would the raiders stalk the
surface world and the day? How long would he have to hide beneath their feet,
trying to figure out a way of getting them off his world? How long…
A metallic scrape caught his attention,
snapping him from his thoughts.
Another 365 Days of Flash Fiction—Battle Trophies
Felicity woke with a start, pulling her
rifle to close as she rolled into a crouch and reached for her helmet. The
scaly bastards were fast and quiet and could alter their skin to blend with
their surroundings, although they were no worse than the bastards that made up
her squad.
If those
bastards hadn’t been human and supposedly on the same side, she’d have killed
them long ago… but she couldn’t. They were fighting for Aquapearl, for Earth’s
rights to mine it, against a population that shouldn’t have been there.
It made her sick.
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