PROMPT: dodging sunlight
Early rising vampires burn fast. But I’m still here. Each evening, I track the sun inching down the sky.
When the mob came, I was waiting, but not for them. I heard them, pitchforks shaking, but also heard the sun calling for my blood.
They broke the barn door, drenched the floor with light. I dodged, crawled silently to the ceiling. Then they tookropes and began dragging the barn wall down. Eyes closed, I waited for sunlight’s scouring, touch. It crept toward me like a burning tide.
But then the sun set, and left me dead and always alone.
– this prompt actually came from the poem title of a friend in workshop, but the original poem was about a girl sitting under a tree. I thought it would be much more appropriate for vampires. I thought I would write a poem about it, but this is more interesting *grin* (11/22/09)
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PROMPT: found in space
When you float long enough, everything’s unbalanced. I tried pretending I was standing up, or falling instead of strapped to the pod. It worked. Equilibrium is relative when everything you see is celestial.
Then one endless night a ship caught me while I was watching infinity. When they cracked the pod, I couldn’t properly see faces, or spaces, star-blinded. I still have trouble walking. I’ll be moving fine and then forget, and think: “Now I am flat, now I am falling”. Then I fall, because it just doesn’t work that way any more. Sometimes I wish they’d never found me.
–thank you http://www.boingboing.net/2009/11/16/100-word-fiction-com.html? for the rocking idea, and motivation (11/17/09)
