Horror Aficionados discussion

This is a really fun website: http://oneword.com/

There is a new word every day and you have to write something inspired from that word in one minute.

Post your one minute inspirations here.

Word of the day was Holy:

- This holy world, this holy blanket. Like the used up rug we want the light to shine through.

- Holy moly, I love guacamole. If I dare and if I do I think I will fall in love with you.

- My holey socks bear witness to the wholeness of my being.

Not great but fun to write :)

Holy reminds me of going to church when I was a child. I was always getting in trouble because I can't stand to sit and listen to lectures. Everything would make me laugh and my parents would get mad and sometimes I'd get my leg slapped. In church! Can you believe it? Once my brother stuffed some Easter candy in the pocket of his baby blue leisure suit and it melted and when he pulled it out it was all over his hand. I couldn't stop laughing and got in so much trouble that day.

I did more of a stream of consciousness writing. The site told me not to think, just write. Hope that's OK.

hahaha :) That's a very fun story!

I had the worst time in church. I always laugh when I'm not supposed to, at funerals and in church or at some quiet, somber ceremony.

Oh, my son loves saying "holy guacamole!"

Paperback:

paperback ribs. juicy delicious pages. just sit back and enjoy the meal.

Tressa wrote: "I had the worst time in church. I always laugh when I'm not supposed to, at funerals and in church or at some quiet, somber ceremony.

Oh, my son loves saying "holy guacamole!""

haha :)

Paperback reminds me of a bookstore I worked in when I was twenty. It was a used bookstore and I loved digging through what books people would bring in to swap. The horror section was pretty good and I read lots of good horror writers. That's where I first discovered one of my favorite local writers: Michael McDowell. He wrote a wonderful series called Blackwater and the southern flavor of the books are such a treat. It's a great story about the rise and fall of a southern family led by a matriarch that is not human but one who crawled from the muddy waters of the Perdido River.

ooh, that sounds cool :)

How do you manage to write so much in one minute! haha My mind just goes blank :P

I have a stream of garbage in my brain just waiting to leak out the ends of my fingers. I'm a woman; we talk more.

Today's word is wig:


On head, round, brown. I couldn't understand why my mother wore one. She had such pretty hair. I loved running my hands through her short mop, her wig, though was gross, hard, plastic.

Not at all where I'd thought that was going. Not great, but...

Tressa wrote: "Holy reminds me of going to church when I was a child. I was always getting in trouble because I can't stand to sit and listen to lectures. Everything would make me laugh and my parents would get m..."

My Sundays weren't much different. My brother and I would get in so much trouble that my dad decided that we were never allowed to sit next to each other ever again in church (or any other place for that matter). The leg or arm slaps, the dirty looks...all part of my growing up as I was such a wiggly-jiggly child.

Here goes: I'm so glad that wigs exist for people who have cancer and lose their hair. But it's good that wigs and weaves are there for people brave enough to wear fake hair. It looks so fake and I love to watch shows where girls with weaves are fighting and the go round and round holding on to each other's weaves until one finally rips out, much like a spud being pulled from the ground. The end.

Yvensong, church was TORTURE for me. Everything my sister did make me break out into fits of laughter, even when she didn't mean to be funny.

To this day I get antsy when I have to sit and listen to speeches. They are so boring I want to get up and run and be doing something.

Not sure if it makes sense :P

- Wigs are things that people wear on their heads. often like dead hairy spiders lying there like a piece of fluff with legs sticking out. I think people ought to be happy with their shiny bald head.

I love bald heads. Very sexy.

Tressa, church, having to sit with family to watch TV/family movies/slides...anything where I was supposed to sit for any length of time was torture. Still is. I love movies, but it is soooo hard to sit still for a 2-hr. or longer epic. Funny thing, though, I can sit and read without a problem. Well, even there I do have to change positions a lot!

Today's word:
subway

Sandwiches? Easier for me to relate to those than the subways of New York. I don't think I've ever rode any. It seems that if I can remember skyscrapers and stores that were open for 24 hours, I mean like Sears, etc., I'd remember riding a subway.

Here goes: Subways are so intriguing to me because I live in a city that has only buses for public transportation. I always thought it would be cool to ride a subway to work or errands and I didn't have to drive and I could just sit and read and read or listen to music or an audio book instead of fighting traffic. The end.

*I can sit and watch a movie, but if it's crappy and my mind wanders I get antsy wanting to get up and go clean out something or rearrange something or do whatever as long as I'm not sitting and watching a crappy movie.*

I like words like subway that are 2 words stuck together to make a new word. Breaking subway into sub/way makes me think about subways in a fresh way.
One of my favorites is bar/tender--it sounds so formal and involved, like he's going to be polishing the bar and checking the stools...

Subway:

I remember when I went on a subway for the first time. I was 14 and with some friends visiting England. Actually it's called the tube there. It was really interesting at first, a bit like going on a roller coaster ride but we all soon fell asleep because it was a long ride.

And you didn't get mugged. Cool beans.

Reflection:

I look at my reflection and reflect on what my character reflects. Everything is a reflection of something and we all reflect our purpose of being. I look at those two shiny orbs I call my eyes and reflect whether they reflect me.

- we were mean looking 14 year olds :P

Here goes: I don't like looking in the mirror. What do they call that? Face dysmorphia? I pick out my worst features--there are many--to focus on and then it makes me sad that I don't look like a supermodel. When I put my makeup on I used the tiniest mirror so I only have to concentrate on one feature at a time. Why are we our own worst enemies? The end.

Reflection:

When being taught to be a teacher or a coach, we are endlessly exhorted to reflect on our practise. Synonyms: navel-gazing, second-guessing, hindsight. When asked if I can identify myself, I ask for a mirror. I'd recognise myself anywhere. Narcissus reflected not wisely but too well. Do you get reflections from the bottom of a well?

Ooh, Paul got philosophical and rhyming with his entry. Showoff writer!

Dolls.

I used to sing a song about dolls when I was a kid. Something about a blue doll. I can't remember it anymore. I sang it in Faroese. I sometimes wonder why I didn't continue singing. Lord knows my voice isn't great but I wonder why I stopped.

Here goes: When I was a little girl I loved creating make-believe worlds with my Barbies. I had a huge ass Barbie camper and lots of Barbies, but we were poor and used Ken dolls were hard to come by so it was years before I got a Ken doll. Or maybe my dad didn't want me to have one because it might lead to indecent thoughts. Once I was playing Barbies in the attic and my dolls were all naked and my uncle climbed the stairs to see what I was doing and I panicked and covered his eyes. Don't know if he saw what I might have been up to. The end.

My husband's grandmother collected dolls. When they would stay with her, the kids slept in the doll room. At night, the glassy doll eyes and the shiny doll teeth would flash in the dark.
He's still afraid of dolls.

Today's word is microwave.

Ah, microwaves. Bring some twisted memories. I remember the 80s when they were THE thing to have. Still fairly new. Like the VCR. We always had the latest gadgets in my household. Makes me miss my bestie from high school. Everyday after school I'd walk with her to her house and hang out there until my dad got off work and he would pick me up there. Anyway, we did quite a lot of experiments in her microwave. We liked to see how long we could cook something in it. Hot dogs. They will cook in those suckers until they are shriveled up nothing. We may have been under the influence of something when we did these sort of things. But, then we were just strange! I miss her!

Makes me think of Technology and how it has changed. I remember groeing up there was just the one big oven. Anything that needed to be heated went in there or on a skillet or pot and it took time. Now we hate waiting for a minute for anything.

I remember when we got our first microwave my dad put a frozen sausage biscuit in it and cooked it for ten mins. and it turned into a hockey puck. Meat cooked in a microwave is nasty and looks and tastes like some pulpy, bloody mess Jeff Goldblum cooked in his teleporter in The Fly.

Now, that's appetizing T!

I got a HARD WORD!!

"President"

Thinking about our president, I cannot think of anything I can say, because everything I think about him is mixed with both good AND bad. He tries, and he fails, and he has good intentions, though, and probably has had way too much on his plate, and therefore, too much blame, as well.

(My brain actually felt like it split in TWO when I read that word... was too hard to think and type)
:o

LOL. No one had anything they wanted to add, probably for the best.

I agree, Amy, lol.