August 4, 2015

IDEAS ON TUESDAYS 217 Tuesday, rather than a POSSIBLY IRRITATING ESSAY, I'd like to both challenge you and lend a helping hand. I generate more speculative and teen story ideas than I can ever use. My family rolls its collective eyes when I say, "Hang on a second! I just have to write down this idea..." Here, I'll include the initial inspiration (quote, website, podcast, etc) and then a thought or two that came to mind. These will simply be seeds -- plant, nurture, fertilize, chemically treat, irradiate, test or stress them as you see fit. I only ask if you let me know if anything comes of them.

 H Trope: The Blank (one with no face…)

LaurenČ›iu Gabor pursed his lips and looked over at his partner, saying, “Can we believe them?”

“I don’t see why not,” said Tereza Dalca. “We know the guy blew the face off the dog.”

“Does it follow that there’s a faceless dog roaming the streets of Minneapolis though?” Laurentiu said.

“We can ask the victim and her dead daughter,” Tereza said, “but I’d really rather not call up that psychic again. He gave me the creeps.”

Laurentiu snorted, “He gave you the flu – on purpose.”

She shrugged. “We have to catch the thing before it kills again.”

“I’m open to ideas,” he said, tapping the computer screen to clear the file. “Animal Control hasn’t had any luck…”

 “Luck is something you have your financial advisor buy on the Spell Exchange. We’re a bureaucracy – we have to order our stuff after filling out the forms in quintuplicate.”

Laurentiu scowled. “We have to do something. What if the thing’s developed a taste for kids?”

Tereza gripped her lower lip between her pointer finger and thumb, rolling it thoughtfully. Finally she said, “There’s always your nephew.”

“He’s twenty-one now! Not like last time!”

“Yeah, but he looks like a kid. He’d be perfect. We know where the looney blew the dog’s face off. We know where the kid was attacked and killed. So we send your innocent looking…”

Laurentiu snorted, saying, “He’s about as innocent as any other twenty-one-year-old...”


Neither of them noticed the pit bull laying quietly on the ground under the dumpster. Neither one of them would have been able to detect the invisible leash or the invisible woman holding the leash unless they’d been looking closely to see the glamour’s shimmer. They would not have appreciated her wicked grin if they’d seen her. They also wouldn’t have appreciated the way she tugged on the faceless dog’s leash – especially because her own face was mostly missing as well…

Names: Romania; Romania

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