Yum, he thought, that hiker was delicious. And the new clothes were just the right size for him too, though the shoes and the hat were a little too shabby. Yep, he’d been a hiker himself — actually more like on the run, ever since he escaped that circus sideshow — but he’d found a place here that suited him fine. High in the mountains, isolated, plenty of unspoiled water to drink in the stream, and best of all the hunting for food was almost too easy.
Path of Seasons
In spring, the explorer jumps at the possibilities his map presents. One step, the flowers bloom, the rains fall.
Another step and summer blazes. His face is rugged now, the map unnecessary, compass barely helpful. The trail is his friend, adventure his companion.
One more stride and the leaves fall. A look at the map reveals wasted time – why didn’t he travel beyond the known? But now he tires easy and can’t travel as far.
Walking into winter, the explorer takes off his hat and boots. He drops the map, a few new trails marked by his own hand.
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This month’s question: What’s harder for you to come up with, book titles or character names?
For me, the book titles (or for any type of stories, short or long) are more difficult to come up with. A title has to encompass the theme and message of the story, giving the reader some idea of what it may be about. Because of this, it takes a while to come up with a title that “feels” right. Many times I end up giving a story a working title until I can come up with a better one.
With some stories, any title I gave never felt right. For these, I usually set them to one side for a while in the hope that the right title will magically pop in mind. It does happen, but rare. I’d end up settling for one that I could live with, and move on.
What about you? Which one is more difficult for you to come up with a name?
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My poem, The Dream, was selected to be included in this month’s anthology with Visual Verse 🙂 Click on the VV’s link to see the image used for this month’s inspiration. Enjoy writing poetry and like to participate? Be sure to sign up for their newsletter to be notified of next month’s image.
I dreamt of my sister last night as I watched her walk down a road towards the golden gates
The urge to call out filled me with an urgency I couldn’t understand
Like a thief in the night the illness stole her essence covering the core in unending darkness and despair
Before I could say a word she turned to me with a smile I’d not seen in years
I swore her body shimmered like a jewel in the sunlight her soul for all to see
You sigh as you walk down your driveway. You sigh all the way to the trash can. But when you lift the lid, your sigh dissipates, and you scream.
* * *
What Happens Next?
The lid fell to the cemented ground with a loud *CLANG!* as the sound seemingly echoes throughout the subdivision. You knew you’d opened your mouth to scream, but only air rose from it.
Blinking hard and furious, you peer down once more…
…to see the wide brown eyes staring back.
Your own eyes.
The eyes held the look of terror with the bloodied mouth framed to look as if it was silently screaming. You force yourself to see if the rest of the body was in the garbage can, but the neck had been cut in such a way that it appears like someone had torn the head from the body.
“What sick joke is this?!?” You said.
The only thing you hear was more silence until a breeze sweeps through the grids of cookie-cutter houses, and you swear you hear someone whispering in your ear–