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“If a story is not about the hearer, he will not listen. And here I make a rule—a great and interesting story is about everyone or it will not last.” – John Steinbeck
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metassus 365 challenge. Your story (minus heading) must be exactly 365 words. The prompt, given to us by random word generator is: peculiar
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Always remember: we are all writers together.
This week’s prompt is to be a
metassus 365 challenge. Your story (minus heading) must be exactly 365 words. The prompt, given to us by random word generator is: peculiar
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Thursday's Prompt 7/26/2018
Peculiar
We were moving, and I didn't particularly care. I'd never had all that many friends anyway, so leaving Kansas City to goto a small town a half hour south didn't effect me any, except now it was farther to go to see a ballgame... not that I got to see many of those either.
Dad worked too much, Mom drank too much, and my brothers were off to war. Which left me. Scrawny, pie-bald, and goth. Sure I liked sports but I liked the crowds, the smells, the popcorn. I never really watched the games I was too busy watching the people.
I was odd, a misfit, a stranger in a strange land and I liked people watching. You'd figure a colt like me would be more sociable, but I never really fit in. I liked watching people, but right at the moment the only thing I was watching was the city fade to country-side as we headed south on us-71, or as they are calling it now, I-49.
We had a house, and actual house mind you... not 5,000 feet away from the truckstop, which was practically on the opposite side of the town, just across the highway.
It wasn't a very big town. It had a weird name, I'd remember it the rest of my days, once I managed to remember it at all. And I was moving there knowing nothing about it at all. Once in a while I'd catch my dad looking in the rearview mirror to check on me, not like we were halfway across the country or anything, heck, it was father to get to the Kansas City Motor Speedway than it was to this itty bitty three horse town... well, it'd have three more horses when we got there.
“How ya doin' Sport?” my dad asked as Hickman Hills exit sped past us
“Daaaaad...” I whined, I wasn't trying to whine it's just when you're a teenager, you whine... “we've only been driving 15 minutes, it's not like I fell out of the car or anything...”
“Just Checkin' on ya. We're almost home, our New home.” he chuckled
“Peculiar, Missouri”.
Thursday's Prompt 7/26/2018
Peculiar
We were moving, and I didn't particularly care. I'd never had all that many friends anyway, so leaving Kansas City to goto a small town a half hour south didn't effect me any, except now it was farther to go to see a ballgame... not that I got to see many of those either.
Dad worked too much, Mom drank too much, and my brothers were off to war. Which left me. Scrawny, pie-bald, and goth. Sure I liked sports but I liked the crowds, the smells, the popcorn. I never really watched the games I was too busy watching the people.
I was odd, a misfit, a stranger in a strange land and I liked people watching. You'd figure a colt like me would be more sociable, but I never really fit in. I liked watching people, but right at the moment the only thing I was watching was the city fade to country-side as we headed south on us-71, or as they are calling it now, I-49.
We had a house, and actual house mind you... not 5,000 feet away from the truckstop, which was practically on the opposite side of the town, just across the highway.
It wasn't a very big town. It had a weird name, I'd remember it the rest of my days, once I managed to remember it at all. And I was moving there knowing nothing about it at all. Once in a while I'd catch my dad looking in the rearview mirror to check on me, not like we were halfway across the country or anything, heck, it was father to get to the Kansas City Motor Speedway than it was to this itty bitty three horse town... well, it'd have three more horses when we got there.
“How ya doin' Sport?” my dad asked as Hickman Hills exit sped past us
“Daaaaad...” I whined, I wasn't trying to whine it's just when you're a teenager, you whine... “we've only been driving 15 minutes, it's not like I fell out of the car or anything...”
“Just Checkin' on ya. We're almost home, our New home.” he chuckled
“Peculiar, Missouri”.
This sounded like a great concept, so I pounded out a quick 365 word wolf TF. Hope you enjoy it!
The Changing Room
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/28182115/
I'm always open to constructive criticism and critiques.
The Changing Room
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/28182115/
I'm always open to constructive criticism and critiques.
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