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20 Jan 2025
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99-word fiction: A day of rest

“What do you mean you have no words? You’re a writer. Find some. 99 to be exact.”

I’d made it difficult for myself. A week of 99-word stories and now the muse demanded more.

He sat there tapping his fingers on the desk, his face and neck red. It was Sunday. I said I wanted a day off.

“A … day … off?”

He slammed his hand on the desk and his fountain pen jumped. I grabbed it and stabbed down on his hand. He screamed.

“Ouch! Ouch!”

“I’m going for a drink,” I said. “99 words on Monday.”

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19 Jan 2018
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My pen

The morning after the night before. Which is good, it means you’ve survived. Lived to tell the tale.

My tongue licks sawdust and cries out for coffee. I agree and duly oblige. My tongue cries out again when I put the steaming cup to my lips.  I think of my plans for the coming day but nothing materialises. It seems too large a step from where I am now to where I should be later.

My mind is grey, a bit like the January day which sits heavy outside my window; even the birds are reluctant to make themselves heard over the nothing in the air. Everything is flat, except my tongue.

The day seems to be wrapped in cellophane and I am the Clingfilm Kid. Get off your horse and make a Western out of that.

I’ve no revolver but my pen works fine and that’s something to go on with.

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