Tuesday, April 9, 2013

NaPoWriMo #9 (Rory's Story Cubes)

April 9

The attraction was magnetic.

Mandy loved sexting. She knew that there was something prehistoric about her gender identity. It was like she cast the shadow of a coyote in the evening sun. Coyote would run to the steam to catch fish in its mouth.

Mandy knew there was no such thing as a magical pot of gold at the end of blue-green stripes in the sky.

She frowned when the apple of her eye did not return her affection in a timely manner.

The light was growing dim in the room.

The narrator of the story pulled her off the stage with a long curvy cane.

---William James

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