Stone Soup

Trifecta: Week One Hundred

PHANTOM (noun)

1   a :  something apparent to sense but with no substantial existence :  APPARITION

b :  something elusive or visionary

c :  an object of continual dread or abhorrence

2 :  something existing in appearance only

3 :  a representation of something abstract, ideal, or incorporeal

She sat beneath the maple tree digging a hole. So intent was she that the rest of the playground didn’t exist for her; a perfect phantom of focus. Sitting, perfectly stable, on a wooden beam placed on the ground, she added the perfect pebble, and then some more; caught a stray maple seed as it flew down from the tree, neatly broke it into bits, shredded the wings, and emptied it into the hole. She took a pinch of the fine, light brown dirt, and sprinkled it into the hole as well. A leaf lying on the ground made the cut, as did a small fragment of bark. Plodding on, with only the words of a story running through her head, she smiled as the little hole reached three-quarters-filled.

“Stone soup.”

And then, getting up, she dusted herself off and wandered back to the tarmac; recess was over.

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Meet-cute

Figment’s daily theme:

Your Daily Theme for June 6, 2013
A “meet-cute” is a charming first interaction between two characters who will become romantically involved. (Think the tangled dog leashes in 101 Dalmatians.) Write a meet-cute between two characters.

Headphones clamped around her ears, vacuum-sealed, she couldn’t hear the argument raging just four feet away; couldn’t hear the net café customer yell himself hoarse about having lost his seat to some “random girl off the road”; didn’t see the owner apologetically but firmly shrug a diplomatic “no”; didn’t notice the disgruntled visitor throw himself down on the chair next, sighing audibly. She was lost, fighting far off people from far off lands…and she won. Again. She only noticed when the angry fist-on-table near her shook the table. She looked up, as did he. More than the table shook.

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http://figment.com/books/651913-Meet-cute

Mary-Sue, Anti-Sue and Me

Your Daily Theme for 5/23/2013
 
Mary Sue
 
A character is referred to as a “Mary Sue” if she is either improbably perfect or powerful, if his flaws are superficial and are just used to make him a more attractive character, or if she is a stand-in for the author.
Write a fictionalized version of yourself. Make him or her as powerful and perfect as you’d like. Then, write an Anti-Sue: Yourself at your worst. Finally, fictionalize yourself, focusing on your real quirks, beauty, and failings. Which character would you most like to read about?

They met only once – at the airport, outside terminal 44A. Slipping her smartphone into the pocket of her well-tailored corduroys, she smiled warmly and made way for a woman passing the other way. Flurried, tires bulging through her t-shirt, the woman avoided eye-contact, accidentally knocking a passerby down.

Sighing in frustration, I picked myself up, dusted off and looked up at the faces of two women – one red-faced, apologetic, and the other full of polite concern. Twisting my hair back into a bun, I half-smiled, deciding to let it go. The weather was perfect outside. I grinned, waved, and walked on.

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http://figment.com/books/644163-Mary-Sue-Anti-Sue-and-Me

Creativity, Georgia

Figment’s Daily Theme of the day:
Your Daily Theme for 5/22/20
Despair, Nevada
 
There are so many cities in the world, and a nearly infinite number of fictional towns in addition. Pick an intangible noun (think “hope,” “friendship,” “fear,” “loathing,”) and write a short scene set in a town with that name.
Creativity, Georgia

Ethan walked past Contraption Row on his way home from school, dragging his feet. He’d just managed to skip Creative Theory 101. What was so great about uniqueness anyway? Or even creativity? Why not just do whatever you want to, without bothering about the result? Why care about differentiating it from everything else? He kicked a rock in frustration. His eyes followed it as it rebounded off the signpost for Originality Lane and rolled to a stop near a broken mirror fragment, diffusing the reflecting sunlight. Thinking back to Haiku 101, he scribbled,

“Stolidly settled rock-

Softening sunbeam.”

He smiled.

 

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http://figment.com/books/643574-Creativity-Georgia