Lit And On Fire

This week's writing prompt challenged us to think about minor characters we haven't fleshed out in other, larger written works, and write a story about and around them. - - - - - o 0 o - - - - One Fateful Night b y   J u c y Where does one’s story begin or end? Is it precisely demarcated and bookended by a birth and a death or is its timeline more jagged than one can discern? Mine began when I was born but it also started when Matthias decided to marry Isabella in 1910. Their union was the catalyst that catapulted my story into a dark container van pervaded by a stench that even death would find disgusting. My great-grandfather, Matthias, was the only son of the third wealthiest man in New York City in the 1900s; but he was disinherited when he married my great-grandmother Isabella, a struggling doctor and scientist who didn’t have a single dime in her bank account. But the two of them worked together to build a name for themselves and established the most advanced pharmacolog...

Today's writing prompt: A magical mishap shrinks your character for twenty four hours. How does the day go? - - - - - o 0 o - - - - - Mini Magical Mishap ( b y  J u c y ) “Beet root, potato peel, onion bulbs... “Abigail!” her mother’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “Yes, Mom?” “What are you doing in here? Are you still trying to concoct a vaccine for this virus?” “I’m close, Mom; I can feel it!” “Why don’t you leave that to the scientists and the medical community. You are 17; it’s not your responsibility to solve the world’s problems.” “But I’m on to something, Mom. I really believe this would do the trick.” “Okay. Just be careful that you don’t hurt yourself in this basement.” “I will, Mom.” Abigail continued mixing the ingredients she gathered from her grandmother’s garden and the chemical compounds she took from her school’s chemistry lab. She knew that she’d be expelled if her teacher ever found out; but once she finds the cure for COVID-19, they will forget about her little ...

We are starting a new segment on this blog called 'PROMPTED', which will be a series of posts containing two blog entries written by Mike and Jucy based on writing springboards taken from a book of daily writing prompts. This is their first attempt based on the following writing idea: "A star falls from the sky and lands on a family's backyard. Only, it isn't a star... but a friendly alien." - - - - - S T A R - - - - - ( by Jucy ) One summer night in Shannon A streak of light shot through the sky A star dropped from the heavens And there on our backyard died The wooden shed was in ruins As the celestial body burned I was busy dousing the fire But my father looked unconcerned “Dad, should we call the fire department?” “No, the rain will soon pour” “But the wind is getting stronger! “Don’t worry it’s under control” The tongues of flames subsided Ashes scattered in the air The shed a blackened charcoal I said a little prayer Mother stood by the greenhouse With a ...