I grew up on Ficlets. There, the writer inside me had a home. I'm a teacher now, and a 4th grader who reminds me so much of myself asked, "Why don't you share your writing with us?" So, I come tentatively, searching for a place to stretch my writing muscles again.
Strong's cat roamed their rented studio office space like he owned the place. Sarah found the matted fur ball curled on top of her desk, arrogant tail thwacking the keyboard of her laptop hard and steady, like a Sousa march.
"What, are you composing the solo now, you turd?"
The cat opened his orange eyes and instantly narrowed them again. Oh, come off it. It's not as though there's much difference between your personal writing and the libretto. Walking on the keyboard now, the cat dug its claws into the cloth draped across Sarah's desk, stretching.
"You flapdoodle-flinging flibbertygibbet!" Sarah sputtered at the cat.
The cat tilted its head. Go crawl into a corner and cry, will you? What a baby. Then, decidedly, it retched at Sarah's feet.
She was screaming and hefting an Oxford New Dictionary above her head when Strong strolled in.
"My, you do have strange creative habits, Sarah," Strong smiled. "Of course, as long as you keep pumping out that genius work, who am I to judge?"
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
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I can't wait for a sequel.
- #1283 Posted 7 years ago
Strong's cat has quite a personality. Sarah and the cat need to work together to compose her next piece. Strong... I can't decide if he is playing Sarah to take credit from her if the play takes off, or if he genuinely enjoys her avant garde style.
- #1297 Posted 7 years ago
Inspired by (sequel to):
Ella Strong nodded and her eyes widened. "Wow, Sarah. This is really something."
"Shit," Sarah …The Librettist
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