THE MONOTONY
50 Word Thursdays # 32
The rules:
- Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything!
- Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments.
- Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find it.
- HAVE FUN!
This weeks phrase: “Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul;” – Moby Dick by Herman Melville.
The view from his flat was the same as the previous day—actually, the entire month. Gray, calm waters, waiting for him to traverse them.
But Brandon wasn’t feeling it. He wasn’t feeling much of anything. I find myself growing grim, whenever it’s a damp drizzly November. My soul aches.
This story was written for the 50 word Thursday challenge, this week
Kristian, Tales From the Mind of Kristian.
Give it a try. You might be surprised at what you can compose.
Leave a comment. I’d love to hear from you.
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Michele
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Excellent twist into the present. It’s only September but I feel your protag’s pain….
Thanks. Violet. Living in Pennsylvania, we see weather like this all the time.
Depression- a dangerous emotion. Well done, Michele
Thanks, Jacquie. It certainly is. And to make matters worse, many people are unable to get the help that they need.
I like this one!
Thanks, Joan. It’s a difficult road to traverse. Once you get so far, it’s hard to turn around.
Well written. So very November-ish. My soul is now worried about what is to come. 😉
Thanks, Ally. I don’t think you should worry. You will be just fine.
Seen many a once busy quayside so inspired to write these words at http://bobfairfield.org/2019/09/21/50-word-thursdays-32-dockside-dirge/