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SepSceneWriMo: Four

Long Pig

The King’s cook thrashed about the kitchen seeking inspiration, a sign, a clue of any kind that might, by the end of the day, afford him his life. An emissary from a distant province had arrived the evening past. Notice had filtered down that the King required a fitting banquet.

The oaken backdoor’s hinges creaked and Fain the meat monger peaked through, his long mottled beard waving with the breeze.

“Shut da fookin’ door, won’cha? What are ya, a comely neighbor come to beg a cup?” Simon crossed his thick arms and cocked a hip. Before Fain could respond he continued, “How fresh?”

Continued…

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SepSceneWriMo: Three

Rosie

Dorothy plucked another plastic bottle from the dumpster behind the Classic Town Mall. The bottle still held three quarters of its brown-colored fluid and her cheap trigger-handled claw slipped and let it drop. Damn kids can’t finish what they buy. She tried again and this time used two hands to pinch it and releasing it to fall to the pavement.

“What do you think, Rosie?” she whispered to no one. “I should water the bushes with this tooth-rot?” She didn’t wait for a reply. Using rubber gloves, she picked up the bottle and waddled over to the concrete barrier where she dumped the Coke into the dirt on the far side. With the bottled stuffed into a plastic bag, she returned to her collecting.

Continued…

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SepSceneWriMo: Two

Steely

Thorson fingered his winnings. Within just an hour he’d accumulated three times his stake. His competitors shuffled anxiously around him. They can wait, I’m in command, now. He readjusted his rolled-up sleeves of his green plaid shirt, stretched out the kinks in his neck and placed one knee in the dirt beside the mostly-round string circle.

Clink went his steely against an outer milky. The targeted white marble pinged off the heavier steel ball-bearing and shot out of the circle. Thorson’s steely king remained within the arena. He collected the white marble and settled back in.

Continued…

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SepSceneWriMo: One

Bay the Hunting Hounds

The desert sand cooled as the night wore on. Imkep struggled behind his brother, Teth, who frequently paused to support him. The wound in the younger’s calf, a slice delivered by a poorly shot arrow from a guard’s bow, seeped little now that a crust had formed. In the east the waking eye of the sun began to lighten the sky as the two brothers climbed atop the next dune.

“I cannot see the mountains,” Imkep said. “Do we still follow Khonsu? His white face is lost to me.”

Continued…

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SepSceneWriMo

All,

I and Phil Huston propose a month of scene writing.

As often as possible, it needn’t be everyday, write a scene encapsulating a complete:

  1. Setting
  2. Emotion
  3. Event

Scenes should be self contained, almost short stories, which may not have full introductions of characters, assume we dropped into the middle of your story already in motion, but have well defined settings and identifiable emotions emitted by your characters.

Tag your posts with #sepscenewrimo so that we can find them.

NaNoWriMo? Bah! What a chore. SepSceneWriMo is much easier and educational. Expect critiques from any and all who read them.

Begin.