Inaugural One-minutes

The first thing I’ve written in 2010.

Fog filled mornings seem to be the ones that inspire me to write but not enough to write more than these little speed drills. Hopfully I’ll wake up this year and get to writing before too long.
Sebastian crept up the sunny side of the rock. He knew the shadow of his head as it crested the top might reveal his precense, but it was worth it if it didn’t. The…
Water ran down the side of the mountain through roots and rocks and earth. It soaked the steep wall till they sagged with mucky moisture.
Dorothy lay in the sun. In the grass. In a field just outside her Father’s house. The blades slowed the chill breeze…
Trittles scurried toward the party along the crevices of the dungeon corridor. And then I slayed my inner dungeon master and wrote of it no more.
Conjure, the floating city of Conjure, rested on the horizon like any distant cloud might: smudged and tinted with pink from the sunset. But it held intrigue…
Then the phone rang and I ignored it. Then the phone rang and I ignored it. Then the phone rang and I answered it. It wasn’t a special call but it was a nice one. And then I hung up and wrote.
Bradford skimmed the landmarks outside the cockpit. He’d picked up the habit early. Stare straight ahead into the coming fight with your eyes, but skim with your mind the…
Metallic feet crunched into the meaty earth like something metalic and crunching would. The legs steadied and the gun whirled up to…

I couldn’t get to my normal twenty in the time I alloted. Also these were generally horrid so it might have been best to stop anyhow.