Every time the Ink Slingers meet, we do two to three writing exercises that must include three to four specific words that were unknown to the author prior to hearing the loud “START!” command and then getting to it! We love sharing the end result with you.
Sometimes the author will have three unique shorts and other times the author will write a continuing story from one exercise to the next. These continuations can be tricky to create but this Ink Slinger killed it with this fun story.
Sky, Whip, Banana
“Why do we have to do this?” Leila whined as she whipped a half-eaten banana back and forth. I watched her carefully walk on the narrow wall toward the roof. I glanced at the sky and smiled. She was so gullible. The castle had been built recently and I still loved tricking the young ones. The air distortion was clear with my demonic ears and I waited patiently for my pet to arrive. I saw the scales glint in the double sun rays before the dragon took full shape. I laughed.
“Supper time!” I hollered and a blast of fire shot toward Leila.
Suppress, Banish, Dash
The fact that I couldn’t suppress my laugh made it a bit of a problem but the dragon won in the end. Leila had turned and thrown the rest of her banana directly at Scarp, my beloved dragon pet. It landed, burnt and crusty, directly in his left nostril. Leila hadn’t survived the fire burst but she did fall off the wall before Scarp made it to her. He dashed down and caught her before the ground did but it wasn’t as flawless a kill as I had intended. If I didn’t get banished from the Dark Kingdom this summer, a story for another day, I would steal another human and try it again.
Fish, Key, Purge
Dangling the fish over the sleepy dragon’s nose, I pondered my next move. The Dark Kingdom had the key to my survival what with its vampiric ghosts, hairy shapeshifters and whorish fae. I knew I could make my fortune there easily but that double damned Prince. Everyone loved him and here I was wanting him purge him from our beautiful brimstone covered land. He had thwarted my plans not once, or even twice but three bloody times he had muscled in on my action and taken the credit. When Scarp finally pulled the fish from my hand it was like a light had been flashed over my coveted talent of The Sight and I saw further than ever before. My salvation may not ever come, thank the Demon Goddess, but my pockets would be full of coin and the Prince would be history. I jumped up and set to work.
About Lisa Barry
Growing up in Florida was not a good enough reason for author, Lisa Barry, to avoid wearing black. A daily color choice, Lisa constantly pines for cool enough weather to wear boots.
Living with her supportive (and hot) husband and amazingly awesome kidlets, Lisa counts it a blessing that they still love her despite the deafening sound of her music muse throughout the house.
Writing and reading every minute she can, Lisa counts on the cats to keep her keyboard warm and on the countless gargoyles who listen carefully when she reads to them aloud.
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