I'm taking a short break from my editing today to write a short story. I've been away too long, oh my dear sweet short stories...
When my class read "The Root Cellar" by Theodore Roethke this morning, my subconscious couldn't help but lay the foundation for a terrible little tale. Poems are great inspiration; I'm not sure Mr. Roethke intended the sort of story I have in mind.
What would all those plants in the cellar have to feed on, if not sunlight?
Just speculating.
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Enjoy. You need a break.
Bottled rainbows and bags of unicorn giggles make the plants grow in the dark.
No, wait: puppies and kittens. Yes, jars and jars of puppies and kittens. Dozens of shelves with dusty Kerr jars full of puppies...and kittens...hehehehe...
Sorry, having a dark morning, apparently.
Thanks Cate.
Jeremy - I'm frightened by thoseimages.
Nothing like a hungry plant to screw up your day. Try explaining that one at work. 'what happened to your hand?' 'gardening accident.'
Hmm, what is the average cellar full of? Ooh, I know! Thigh masters and George Forman grills!
Since I try to avoid poetry as much as possible, I personally can't attest to their ability to inspire. However, I have found inspiration in song titles, especially songs from Megadeth for some reason. Hmmm.
That question creeps me out more than any possible answer, I think. Although--well, okay, I bet the answer would creep me out pretty darn well too.
I know what you mean. I have personally penned two short stories from the poems of the lovely (er, well, talented at least) Ms. Dickinson
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