Jun 5, 2014 Teaching and Learning
I want to take the plunge into full-time writing.
I really do.
I wish I could quit my “day-job” and get to work on a bunch of stories.
I think I’m scared, though.
I’m too … not sure what to call my writing.
Whatever it is, I’m that thing that will never sell.
I wrote strange songs too.
I guess I’m strange.
I wish I weren’t.
Wish I could write potboilers and sit back and watch the money roll in.
Wish I knew how to promote myself. I don’t have the single-minded ego that that requires.
Perhaps, I could get someone to coach me through it.
That’s it. I should try that.
Thanks for reading (if you read this, that is!) — I appreciate any responses.
Tags: a wish, quitting? day-job versus life-job, writing as a full-time job
Jun 5, 2014 Original Short Stories
PHOTO PROMPT
Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy
I couldn’t resist another story! Thank you to Friday Fictioneers pioneer, Rochelle-Wisoff-Fields, for hosting, and to Douglas M. MacIlroy for today’s prompt!
Euphemism
(My second 100-Word Response to this week’s prompt)
©June 5th, 2014
By Vijaya Sundaram
Sleep doesn’t come, despite his silent screams. A feverish disease consumes his bones. He dreams of cool, snow-covered mountains, an icy river, a boat. The darkness floods in from outside, swirling around his prone form.
Raju’s end is near. He is angry, afraid, and impatient.
Beside him, a woman sits, cigarette dangling from her lips, feet on table, three lit candles courting the darkness. She’s tapping a syringe.
There’s a spoon on the table, some jars fading into the mist that’s closing in, and a shell. Faint music wafts from it.
He croaks, “Give it to me.”
Shrugging, she does.
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Tags: #Death, #Friday Fictioneers, #Original Short Story, Euphemisms, Euthanasia, Flash Fiction, Pain