Simply 6 Minutes – Trevor

My contribution to #simply-6-minutes for this week, Tuesday 1 September 2020.

6 minute challenge lizard

Lizard, by Stine Writing

This is randomly different!
The sound of this beast is familiar, even comforting.
The feel of the beast, the deep rumble is also a constant.
But something has changed!

Normally I travel in the plastic box, with the lid of holes.
Down deep in the darkness of Simon’s schoolbag.
I see light only in three places; between house and car, car to classroom – and in the canteen where Simon takes me out to play with his friends.

They call me Joe.
The name I call myself is Trevor!
But, I’ll answer to Joe in the small ways that I can.
I don’t run away and tolerate them handling me and nibble on the scraps they drop into my box.

The children are delighted.
I am tolerant, but bored.
BUT this new adventure is excellent!
This strange new world zooming past.

How glad I am of the strength of my pads
How they glue to this cool surface.
I feel the rumble; it is strong.
But so am I. (169 words, 6 minutes)

  1. Set up a timer or sit near a clock so you can keep track of the six minutes you will be writing.
  2. You can either use one of the prompts (photo or written) or you can free-write.
  3. Get ready and write for 6 minutes, that is it! Can you write a complete story? Can you think of a new Sonnet? Can you write 400 words? 400? 500? There are no restrictions on what kind of writing you do, but you should try to be actively writing for six minutes.
  4. After you are done writing, include your word count and then post back to this page #Simply6Minutes or include your link in the comments section. Pingbacks are enabled.
 

Friday Fictioneers – Taxi!

glasgow

Photo by C E Ayre

What a surprise. I love old model cars. 

How delicious that I’ve travelled to sometime where they abound.

The street is not bustling. In fact, it’s is unnaturally peaceful.
But I guess not everybody is driving; not yet.

I sure hope taxis have been invented!
Soon, I’ll be bouncing over these gorgeous cobbled streets in a gassy, farting contraption.

The joyous anticipation flooding my senses is food for the soul, as I race to the corner,  searching for a ride.
Joy trickles away, as I realise … a fabrication. An art installation.

A waking dream. Stuck in lock-down, 2020. (99 words)

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a story in response to a photo prompt – in 100 words or less. You can find other stories here.