#amwriting More Dystopian Fantasy

In a classroom of the far, far future, with a teacher who’s slowly turning into a lizard:

“You!” Fire Lizard screams, pointing at Drinker. “What’s the issue?”

“Obscure,” Drinker mutters.

Fire Lizard’s eyes seem to bug out of his head. “Who remembers rain?” he shouts. “Last rain? Who remembers?”

— from self’s story-in-progress, “This Is End”

Meanwhile, floating out there in space, out of sight of the members of this human colony: the wreckage of the ghost ship, the Kobayashi Maru (nods to Star Trek; also, to the Oakland fire victims, artists and teachers who were attending an event at the Ghost Ship warehouse when it burned down, 22 December)

Stay tuned.

Path: The Daily Post Photo Challenge, 23 December 2016

But the beauty is in the walking — we are betrayed by destinations.–Poet Gwyn Thomas, quoted by Cheri Lucas Rowlands in The Daily Post

The Daily Post Photo Challenge this week is PATH.

Here are a few paths self encountered in 2016:

Walking into Green Apple Books on Irving Street, San Francisco

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The elevated walkway over the de Young Museum Sculpture Garden, in Golden Gate Park:

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Pedestrian Crosswalk, Park Avenue, New York City:

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Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Quote of the Day: Suzanne Collins

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  • Having no work, grief buries me.

— Katniss Everdeen, Mockingjay, Chapter 25

Anticipation 3: Because You Can Never Have Too Much

ANTICIPATION: A looking forward to.

Below are a couple of things self looks forward to. Because you can never, in self’s humble opinion, ever have too much of them:

Christmas:

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A beautiful sunset:

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Relaxing on a beach in December:

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Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Quote of the Day: Dana Stevens, Slate

Early in January, David Bowie died, and then Alan Rickman four days later, and those twin losses now seem like the double toll of a warning bell whose somber echo would resonate through the year. 2016 was a year when the pillars that used to hold up our shared cultural universe wouldn’t stop crumbling around us. Prince? You expect us to somehow continue American pop music without Prince? Oh God, Gene Wilder. Oh no, Leonard Cohen.

— Dana Stevens, Slate movie critic, The Top 10 Movies of 2016

IN COLD BLOOD: Bobby Rupp

The boyfriend of Nancy Clutter, Bobby Rupp, became the first suspect.

p. 73:

Bobby walked to the Teacherage, the boarding house where Susan Kidwell, who had discovered the bodies, was staying. Susan was looking out her window when she saw “a wobbly figure headed her way. She went out on the porch to meet him. She said, I wanted so much to tell you. Bobby began to cry.”

Bobby’s younger brother, Larry, had shadowed Bobby all the way to the Teacherage. Now “Larry lingered at the edge of the . . . yard, hunched against a tree. He couldn’t ever remember seeing Bobby cry, and he didn’t want to, so he lowered his eyes.”

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

 

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