Rumour of his arrival. Harry crept downstairs. Presents torn asunder, angel broken, tree down. “Illegal aliens,” Pop slurred, bottle empty.
(Inspiration: past Rāmere Shorts challenge that I missed. The six words were Harry, angel, broken, illegal, rumour and presents)
She approached the lock, heat radiating from her. ‘Don’t be afraid lover,” she said with fake bravado, picking up the Curry & Comb whip…
(Inspiration: Oh man. I TOTALLY forgot the date today and it wasn’t until a friend posted her #100days project on Instagram that I remembered that today is D-Day! So, I have had to turn to #RāmereShorts for inspiration as I’ve spent the day dealing with threenagers and terrific-twos and just, eurgh.
Every Friday the New Zealand Book Council tweets out six words and you have to take them and turn them into a story that fits within a tweet. Last Friday I missed it (and it is such a fun challenge!) so I hunted out the tweet for some inspiration. The words: comb, afraid, approached, comb, fake, lock).