Stoplight Fright

Two super-sized vampires ran the red light
Looking neither left nor right.
Pointing pick-up trucks like spears,
They raced before the dawn.
Red gash lips on snow-white faces,
They didn’t see us there.

We daytimers waited
and they went by.

by Kim Davis

Steering the Craft

In 2010 I belonged to the Madison County Writers Guild where we worked our way through Ursula K. Le Guin’s Steering the Craft. It was a lot of fun.

Here’s a part of the first exercise we did. The instructions were to write a paragraph that included at least three repetitions of a noun, verb, or adjective.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, came the noise from across the aisle as the man chewed his Fritos. She tried to ignore him, staring straight ahead as the elevated train squealed going around a bend in the tracks. Crunch, crunch, crunch – it was growing louder as to her horror, the man leaned across the aisle. He stank and his clothes were foul and stained. The smell of him was even stronger than the smell of the corn chips. Crunch, crunch, crunch, Smack! She heard closer still as he reached out and tugged her sleeve. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to will him away.

“Excuse me, Miss” he exhaled his foul breath across her, “but can you tell me what stop comes next?”