As An Alliteration Alternative Allows

Written for sfaxon.substack.com/p/f…, hosted by Sarah Faxon.

Prompt 1: The act of singing summons…

Prompt 2: Sirens by Sarah Faxon 

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Candace sat at her writing desk staring—no, glaring at the blank white screen. The Muse, for whatever reason, was out to lunch. It was Flash Fiction Friday, the highlight of her creative week, she could not let it pass. But she had nothing. The screen stared reproachfully back, as if to say, “Don't blame me.”

Candace spun around on her chair, first to the left, then to the right. The prompts were right there. Pick one or both. Nothing. 

Alliteration might help. “Singing summons Sarah's Sirens, slightly slowing sure slaying.”

A half-remembered scene from ‘Whale Rider’ popped into her head; the girl singing to the whales that swam along the New Zealand coastline. “Wendy wibbled, wailing. Which whales wanted warm water? 

“Okay, that is silly.”

Stories Substackers stored, strongly… actually, Clara MacGauffin had some great… “Folklore, Faxon’s frightening fiction found Friday's, failing, flopping fully.”

Nope, she had nothing. Wait… would her verbal doodles count?

“Candace couldn't catch creative clues, could call Cloud compact crumbs.”

And… post.