I’ve signed myself up for the Inktober 2019 Writer’s Edition, which is rather new and diverges from solely drawing to writing a 50-word story based on the official Inktober’s prompts. The following are my entries for the past week, from day 2-9. You can see my day 1 entry and read the full list of the month’s prompt by clicking here.
Because these stories are meant to exist as unrelated snippets, I’m including a photo that suits the story’s mood before the story itself, as something of a palette cleanser. They run a wild gauntlet of un-relatedness, but here they are. I’d love to hear your thoughts on them and please drop your @’s in the comments if you are Inktobering yourself so I can follow your adventures.
Day 2: mindless
The fairy stroked the zombie’s face. “They’re mindless not heartless. That’s what everyone gets wrong.”
“What is it with you and the undead?” asked her father. “First that vampire, now him.”
“You did necromance me from the grave when she was five,” said Mother. “Children pick up on these things.”
Day 3: bait
“Just a little dunk for the greater good,” said the fisherman. “Everyone knows they can’t resist the bait of a prince.”
Into the water splashed the Prince, cursing his birthright and this superstition. Mermaids weren’t emptying their nets, it was –
His thoughts scattered as a little mermaid grabbed his hand.
Day 4: breeze
The wind picked up and he awkwardly put his arm around her so she wouldn’t freeze. He should say something. Something clever. “So… do you ever wonder if maybe meteor showers only exist because a black hole sneezed?”
She smiled, her eyes shining. “I think about that all the time.”
Day 5: build
Build a world from a thought, give it life, give it death. Keep it secret. Build it bigger, amplify its strangeness. Stranger still. Fold it inside out, right again, and somewhere in the creases watch its people unfold, half-formed, un-complete. Keep them secret. Amplify their strangeness, finish them with want.
Day 6: husky
Burly Jane and Husky Hester stroked their beards and contemplated the wreckage of Hester’s starcruiser, planets away from nowhere.
“Helluva first date,” said Jane. “Usually I just say I’m out of fuel and make my move, but you’ve straight up crashed. I admire your commitment to getting in my pants.”
Day 7: enchanted
The planetoid mass was enchanted by the star, circling ‘round for a closer, better look. Non-committal, careful, until a solar flare burst forth and danced an aurora ‘round the mass’ atmosphere. Bewitched, the mass fell into orbit, clutched by the star’s gravitational embrace, and spun themselves into a solar system.
Day 8: frail
He peered down at his suddenly frail physique, his sculpted pecs sagging, nipples turned downwards, his hard-won abs a blob of gut hanging over his hips. His manhood – he couldn’t look. “Why?” he asked her.
The succubus struggled into her underwear and shrugged. “Maybe I like you better this way.”
Day 9: swing
A porch swing rusted on the rain-battered decking. In next week’s storm its chain would break, sending the swing through the rotten boards and catching the attention of the building inspector who would condemn the house. For now it caught the sun and its old chain wheezed in the breeze.