My writing muscles are sore.
Which is an amazing spectacular wonder-licious (Adjective and Noun) feeling. Auto Correct really was not having that one. Writing every day ranks just above working out every day.
I've been giving myself prompts, word counts, and working on various projects. Today's prompt was a blast.
Prompt: The World Is Cold
Word Count: (100 words)
The world is cold with no skin.
“It is not necessary,” the loudspeakers boasted. “Without skin there is no racism, jealousy…” The list went on.
Many resisted. “My beautiful nose,” a young woman wailed.
Her boyfriend seemed unimpressed.
“Dear, you didn’t pay for it anyway.”
Dr. Tucker had done some of his best work on her. His slogan was, “I’ll tuck your fattest nightmares away.”
Many plastic surgeons, including himself had shoved their mouths open and put cold metal between their teeth the day after it had been announced that skin was illegal.
“Do carry a jacket,” the loudspeaker continued. “It will get cold.”
Ray Bradbury started many stories with questions and so far this short story has made me wonder, “What would life be like without skin?” This is a piece I hope to return to.
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Emily Ann Hansen
I'm a writer and teacher living in Baltimore City. I'm originally from Chicago. I graduated from Columbia College Chicago with a BA in Fiction. Instead of babbling, I will list a few of the things in life that make me happy: