Writing Challenge - Day 15
To all who are reading this,
We are officially halfway through this self-imposed writing challenge! That's right folks, including today you have read fifteen short pieces of fiction. That amounts roughly to 11,250 words - just over a minimal word count for a novella! Isn't that a scary thought? It is in my mind!
It is also Father's Day, and on behalf of sons and daughters all over the world, I would like to wish every single parent a happy and joyous day. Times are tough, but a Dad will love you unconditionally forever, no matter what.
Now, before I start sobbing my eyes, you can read a Father's Day piece I wrote here, or you could just continue reading and hit the next piece of short flash fiction!
Yours, with eternal ink,
Zoe
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JUNE PROMPTS YOU TO... WRITING CHALLENGEDAY 15. - SONG
She had captured her heart the moment he opened her mouth. Lightning had struck, and she was sure that she was smoking at the corners.
Olivia was sat in BAR FIGARO, a little Italian place just off the high street, with her friends when she saw him. The girls had gathered for their monthly dinner date and gossip, leaving whatever partners they had at home. She had been best friends with Hannah, Jade and Mia since secondary school and now in their mid-twenties, they were still as close as could be. They all held full-time jobs in different fields of work, and always made the effort to have a big catch up at the end of the month. If any parties fell in between, so be it!
Hannah was a long legged brunette, and worked as a receptionist in a busy doctor's surgery. She had routinely flirted with one of the male nurses, but he had rebuffed her advances so far. She was quite smart when she applied herself to a role, especially boy snaring.
Jade was Asian, and recently married. She had met her husband when they had both attended a managers convention in the next city over (she was in Food Processing, he was in Local Government). Excitedly, Jade had announced earlier on at the restaurant that she and new husband, Aaron, were already expecting their first child.
Mia was the classic blonde that men constantly drooled over. She forgot things easily, often hurt herself and asked stupid questions. She worked in a classy Spanish themed restaurant, and the only reason she hadn't been given the sack, was that she was the most practised at making exquisite tasting cocktails.
And Olivia? She often thought she was a token item to have amongst the group. Working in retail in the town centre, Olivia had several tattoos and piercings, wore strange clothes which then often came into fashion, and was openly gay.
"Have any of you girls been here before?" Olivia asked, sipping her Martini and lemonade through a straw.
"Oh yeah, the food is just gorge! They have this sauce that... Well, lets say if it went on the waiter, I would lick it straight off!" Mia giggled behind her hand, and then scratched herself accidentally with the garishly painted false nail on her middle finger.
"And they often put these singers up on that tiny stage. You know, to give them a chance and get more money in." Jade stared longingly at the empty wine glass that hadn't been removed from the table. "Aaron brought me here not long ago. Something tells me he doesn't fancy an of my cooking again."
"Least you have someone to cook for," Olivia and Hannah said in unison. They were singletons. Mia didn't count. She had too many men texting, calling and Facebook-ing her on a regular basis.
The food arrived, stopping any conversation about men for the time beginning. The talk turned to calories, gym memberships, puddings and, "have some of this" whilst forks and spoons were waved around. Olivia demolished the spaghetti carbonara that had been laced in front of her, and tore into the garlic bread. She had eaten a good chunk of it, when she heard, "Testing, testing, one two three."
Olivia looked up, and the garlic bread fell onto her plate.
A willow like figure was stood on the stage with an acoustic guitar in hand. Her hair was cut short like a pixie, and her ears were lined with piercings. She wore a strappy top that showed a good amount of cleavage, and baggy jeans. She had chunky sandal type shoes on her feet.
In a word - gorgeous.
Mia nudged Olivia's arm. "You might want to put your eyes back in your head. You're staring."
"I'm not, I'm just-"
"You're staring. Stop it. You'll freak her out."
"I won't!"
The girl on the stage looked directly into Olivia's eyes, and Olivia wished she could turn invisible.
"I'm Mary-Grace, and this first song's a cover. This is Dead Memories by Slipknot."
Mary-Grace began to sing and play. What was initially a hard rock metal track was an unearthly acoustic track, that was haunting and ethereal, and everything in between. She loved the original track, but this was something completely new and strange. Corey Taylor's voice on some tracks was now the double in this voice of the passionate and enigmatic singer.
Olivia applauded the loudest of all, and was determined to get Mary-Grace's number before the time was out. Even if Mia, Jade and Hannah insisted that if they became an item their initials would spell, "OMG".
COPYRIGHT - ZOE ADAMS (2014)
If you're interested in hearing the original Slipknot track you can find it here: DEAD MEMORIES
Currently reading: A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To Heaven Or, How I Made Peace With The Paranormal And Cynics In The Process by Corey Taylor
We are officially halfway through this self-imposed writing challenge! That's right folks, including today you have read fifteen short pieces of fiction. That amounts roughly to 11,250 words - just over a minimal word count for a novella! Isn't that a scary thought? It is in my mind!
It is also Father's Day, and on behalf of sons and daughters all over the world, I would like to wish every single parent a happy and joyous day. Times are tough, but a Dad will love you unconditionally forever, no matter what.
Now, before I start sobbing my eyes, you can read a Father's Day piece I wrote here, or you could just continue reading and hit the next piece of short flash fiction!
Yours, with eternal ink,
Zoe
---
JUNE PROMPTS YOU TO... WRITING CHALLENGEDAY 15. - SONG
She had captured her heart the moment he opened her mouth. Lightning had struck, and she was sure that she was smoking at the corners.
Olivia was sat in BAR FIGARO, a little Italian place just off the high street, with her friends when she saw him. The girls had gathered for their monthly dinner date and gossip, leaving whatever partners they had at home. She had been best friends with Hannah, Jade and Mia since secondary school and now in their mid-twenties, they were still as close as could be. They all held full-time jobs in different fields of work, and always made the effort to have a big catch up at the end of the month. If any parties fell in between, so be it!
Hannah was a long legged brunette, and worked as a receptionist in a busy doctor's surgery. She had routinely flirted with one of the male nurses, but he had rebuffed her advances so far. She was quite smart when she applied herself to a role, especially boy snaring.
Jade was Asian, and recently married. She had met her husband when they had both attended a managers convention in the next city over (she was in Food Processing, he was in Local Government). Excitedly, Jade had announced earlier on at the restaurant that she and new husband, Aaron, were already expecting their first child.
Mia was the classic blonde that men constantly drooled over. She forgot things easily, often hurt herself and asked stupid questions. She worked in a classy Spanish themed restaurant, and the only reason she hadn't been given the sack, was that she was the most practised at making exquisite tasting cocktails.
And Olivia? She often thought she was a token item to have amongst the group. Working in retail in the town centre, Olivia had several tattoos and piercings, wore strange clothes which then often came into fashion, and was openly gay.
"Have any of you girls been here before?" Olivia asked, sipping her Martini and lemonade through a straw.
"Oh yeah, the food is just gorge! They have this sauce that... Well, lets say if it went on the waiter, I would lick it straight off!" Mia giggled behind her hand, and then scratched herself accidentally with the garishly painted false nail on her middle finger.
"And they often put these singers up on that tiny stage. You know, to give them a chance and get more money in." Jade stared longingly at the empty wine glass that hadn't been removed from the table. "Aaron brought me here not long ago. Something tells me he doesn't fancy an of my cooking again."
"Least you have someone to cook for," Olivia and Hannah said in unison. They were singletons. Mia didn't count. She had too many men texting, calling and Facebook-ing her on a regular basis.
The food arrived, stopping any conversation about men for the time beginning. The talk turned to calories, gym memberships, puddings and, "have some of this" whilst forks and spoons were waved around. Olivia demolished the spaghetti carbonara that had been laced in front of her, and tore into the garlic bread. She had eaten a good chunk of it, when she heard, "Testing, testing, one two three."
Olivia looked up, and the garlic bread fell onto her plate.
A willow like figure was stood on the stage with an acoustic guitar in hand. Her hair was cut short like a pixie, and her ears were lined with piercings. She wore a strappy top that showed a good amount of cleavage, and baggy jeans. She had chunky sandal type shoes on her feet.
In a word - gorgeous.
Mia nudged Olivia's arm. "You might want to put your eyes back in your head. You're staring."
"I'm not, I'm just-"
"You're staring. Stop it. You'll freak her out."
"I won't!"
The girl on the stage looked directly into Olivia's eyes, and Olivia wished she could turn invisible.
"I'm Mary-Grace, and this first song's a cover. This is Dead Memories by Slipknot."
Mary-Grace began to sing and play. What was initially a hard rock metal track was an unearthly acoustic track, that was haunting and ethereal, and everything in between. She loved the original track, but this was something completely new and strange. Corey Taylor's voice on some tracks was now the double in this voice of the passionate and enigmatic singer.
Olivia applauded the loudest of all, and was determined to get Mary-Grace's number before the time was out. Even if Mia, Jade and Hannah insisted that if they became an item their initials would spell, "OMG".
COPYRIGHT - ZOE ADAMS (2014)
If you're interested in hearing the original Slipknot track you can find it here: DEAD MEMORIES
Currently reading: A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To Heaven Or, How I Made Peace With The Paranormal And Cynics In The Process by Corey Taylor
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