I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Story Bone

"There are some things I'm under orders not to talk about. However, once I'm dead I'm free to discuss it."

2 comments:

mattw said...

Interesting. It's amazing how one sentence can have so many possibilities.

Steve Buchheit said...

Hey Matt, that's why I like to share them. I figure with the Story Bones, you could have twenty writers do their own story on them, and each story would be different (genre, aspect, tone, plot, characters, etc). I do post some more specific ones, but I like these short ones a lot 1) because they come to me that way, and 2) many writers could use them to spur new story development, 3) most writer prompts (Writer's Digest does some good ones) are too plot specific and generic and I tend not to write that way, 4) (am I rambling yet?) I like to share (and the Muse told me to do it).

As for this one, I have a specific character in mind who said this (don't know the story yet, but he's a character that's shown up for work a few times, I like him), but instead of me forcing my vision on everybody, I like how this could go so many different ways.