Folks, I’m disappearing off into the sunset throughout the month of November and not participating in Friday Fictioneers during that time. During my absence I’m going to attempt to write at least 50,000 words of satirical science fiction as a participant in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). The novel’s working title is The Parable Teller.
This is my first attempt to write a starter draft that fast. My record is three months, following three months of research. You’ll only see me back at FF before November 30 if I flunk the challenge. Meanwhile, I hope to post once-weekly progress reports on my blog, perhaps with the occasional excerpt if I have time to edit it, as nobody gets to see my raw drafts of anything!
If any other Friday Fictioneers are participating in the madness and want to link up as a NaNoWriMo buddy, my username over there is Wolery Wol. I’ve one buddy so far, and that’s none other than Dale!
So here’s my story for this week’s Friday Fictioneers (in which the colour purple features … especially for Rochelle, of course!). And many thanks to Roger Bultot for the wonderfully picturesque photo prompt.
Word count: 100
MAGENTA AND CYAN EQUALS PURPLE, RIGHT?
“Sunsets aren’t purple.”
“The one was at teatime yesterday, Miss.”
“Viewed through a glass of blackcurrant juice, you mean?”
Robbie’s ears and cheeks burned with a mixture of embarrassment and anger.
Sophie threw him a sideways glance and started to giggle.
“What’s so funny, Sophie?” asked their art teacher.
“Robbie’s gone the colour of a proper sunset, Miss.”
He tore up his painting and stormed out of the classroom, yelling, “Everybody can eff off!” Then headed for the headmaster’s office, determined to get in the first word.
“Sir, I’m here to lodge a complaint against the curriculum. It murders imagination.”
To read other Friday Fictioneers’ stories for this week, or to add a 100-word story of your own, please click on the blue frog below.