On the far side of the looking glass, however, things did not seem to be quite the same. Alice could feel her nose twitching and her whiskers, too… Her what?! Alice looked down in alarm: not only did she have whiskers, but fur and …rabbit paws.
She glanced up at the looking glass, and saw herself on the other side. On this side she could see the reflection of the white rabbit, its eyes widened in fright. The weight of a large gold pocket watch dragged at her. She was late, she was late. She ran off in a panic.
I started a blog to try and sort some ideas out, and maybe draw some pictures. I didn’t really think about reading blogs: I already have a feed reader. So the joy of reading tags came as a complete surprise.
Scrolling through a world-wide selection of cartoons, drawings and photos has been a real eye-opener. I learnt about photo trends like light field photography (play with pics here) and HDR. Yes, I guess I have been living under a rock… A friend showed me a friend’s website:
Nor did I know about flash fiction: my first contact was Laura of 100000 words. Then I came across the challenges, and suddenly I’m writing again. Restriction does spur creativity. Try these:
It had simply appeared one day. Not overnight. In the morning: nothing, and in the evening: there it was. Right on the village green.
Nobody spoke of it, it was too… well, you had to see it for yourself. Outsiders came to stare at it. Isn’t it marvelous? Can you believe it?
The locals shrugged these questions off. It was too unsettling. Once you started to think about it, you’d have to question everything you’d ever understood about the world. It was safer to ignore it. But if you did have to mention it, it was just…
When you’ve been scavenging meteorites together for a while, they say, you can read each other’s thoughts.
Losing our radar had made us blind and lame. Now, losing the radio circuits made us deaf and dumb. Searching for us would be like tracking down a single piece of dust in the Sahara.
Jack was confident. “Tania will find us. She’s a genius at tracing the omega stabiliser ionisation. I know you think it’s too risky. Lucky I turned it on anyway.” “I know you did,” I choked. My voice was gone. He went pale.
But I turned it off again.
The 100 word challenge at Julia’s place. The prompt this week was: …but I turned it off…
Fess up, everyone: who else loved reading Asimov as a teenager?
From up here it really did look like a horse. And when the clouds shifted, it seemed to be moving. You could think you heard a whinny and the stamp of a hoof. …
It had dominated the discussions since it appeared. Old Graybor maintained that the shape of a thing determines its nature. The young realists thought it was more important what a thing does. This thing didn’t move, and it smelled of tree. Boldly Balin had cocked his leg and made it his own. Now he was leader of the pack. …