Story A Day 2020 Tidbits

Welcome to my hidden StoryaDay challenge tidbits page!


We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.

Anais Nin

Story Sparks

  • Rabbit ate the paperwork
  • Cut long line and pretended to be related to a stranger
  • Drove away from gas station with sizzle still attached
  • Old words
    • caducity the infirmity of old age; senility
    • camelopard a giraffe
    • cannonade bombard
    • carl a man of low birth
  • THEMES
    • Isolation
    • Rebirth
    • Community
    • Love
    • Food insecurity
    • Gender roles 45 degree switch
  • Revisit characters
    • Cicatrix
    • Hanna & Jacob (space station)
    • Fronika

One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

Jack Kerouac

Prompts from Story A Day

1. Joanne Harris

Jennifer Smith was never quite sure of the time at which she actually disappeared. She had been aware for some time that she was fading a little, but only in the last twelve months or so had she become increasingly conscious of those flickering intervals, like a television with a failing tube, or a radio on the verge of losing its signal.

2. Hallie Ephron

Suppose your character returns home from work, parks their car, rides up in the elevator, walks down the hall. Usually, by now the dog is barking and scratching at the door, but today he’s not. As they get closer, they realize the door to their apartment is ajar. They inch closer, listening. Silence. Write the story, and what happens next.

Another failed attempt to find Duke left Mary despondent and worn out. She parked her sedan in the double wide driveway and watched the shadow reflected on the garage door get smaller and smaller. Just like her hope.

Jame’s would never trust her to housesit again. Which would mean she’d be back to bouncing between her sister’s places until landing her own apartment. Roommates had the habit of leaving halfway between the lease and she refused to do that again.

Still, Duke was the sweetest dog and if she couldn’t find him she’d never forgive herself. So Mary flicked off the key and pushed the car door open pulling her boneless body to face inetiveable doom. By the time the car flashed and beeped twice, Mary thought she could hear the faint sound of barking over the shuffling scrapes of her scuffed purple loafers.

Turning past the well trimmed hedges that Duke loved to decorate every time he trotted past, Mary made the eerie discovery that the screen door was latched but the front door was wide open.

James wasn’t expected back from his expedition for another two weeks and he would have called right away to at least check on Duke who has been his companion for 8 years. James petitioned to bring his dog with him for the three month trip, but eventually entrusted Mary to protect him.

Instead, she lost the most good natured dog she’d ever seen and someone broke into the place. This is why she couldn’t keep roommates.

Mary felt her anger and disappointment overriding any common sense and fear and ripped open the screen door striding through the door. A quick hand clicked the lights on from the right and the left gripped her keys ready to fight.

Only Duke stood in the hallway wagging his tail and whining in what she hoped was delight. Mary wanted to rush to she side and rub his soft, golden fur to prove he was safe and truly here but he wouldn’t have been able to open the door so she searched all the open spaces of the living room and trailed past the dog into the kitchen.

One by one she searched every room but came up empty until she made it to James room and could finally hear the water running in his bathroom.

Mary stopped at his bedroom door and sagged against it in relief, it was James home after all. He was going to tease her so much, but at least he was home. And Duke too!

Mary noticed Duke brushed against her and whined pawing at the door, but she coaxed him to the kitchen instead.

Just as she was standing up from filling his bowl with ice cubes, her phone began to trill. It was Jame’s rocket ship ringtone.

“Hi James, welcome home,” she was so glad to talk to him.

But static replied and the James spoke through a crackling line, “Hey Mary! I wish I was home, but was just calling to warn you that I may be here another week or two. Is that okay with you?”

Fantasy is hardly an escape from reality. It’s a way of understanding it.

Lloyd Alexander

Tidbits from the process

Prepping is more exciting this year, perhaps because the world has gone mad and it’s nice to immerse myself into worlds of imaginary or its because I’m weeks away from finally earning my bachelors degree only twenty years after high school! The first half of the month will be very short pieces that I’ll hope to get a few twitter fics from, but the second half is wide open and exciting!

Week 1:

Week 2:

Week 3:

Week 4:

Reflections:

Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.

Anton Chekhov

Favorite stories of month


Start writing, no matter what. The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on.

Louis L’Amour