mitch.momo

Canada

i guess i'm supposed to write stuff here, but it's so much harder to write a bio than to write other things

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mitch.momo (Canada) published:

A 7-Minute Chase Scene

PROMPT: Novel Writing Competition 2020

“Stop! Thief!”

“Alright then, I’ll just stop riiight here... oh wait, I’d rather not spend the rest of my life in jail, thank you very much, sir. Also, who even says ‘stop, thief’ anymore? That’s so cliché. Nobody here has any originality.”

One thing they don’t teach you in school: yelling witty remarks when you’re on the run won’t up your charisma ⁠— but they might distract your pursuer. The footsteps behind me falter into a confused tap dance before...

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9 days ago

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mitch.momo (Canada) published:

the gen-z agenda

PROMPT: Speechwriting Competition 2020

https://spark.adobe.com/video/7A4f6ZGwAVRig

We were oblivious when we were younger.
Unaware, but not blissfully so — there is no bliss in ignorance.
Our privilege lies in the fact that injustices hid in plain sight instead of society's shackles chaining us from birth; only as turmoil stews does reality rear its ugly head for us to see.

We are older, not yet wiser, a little scared, more than outraged — perpetually battered with lives that matter but actions that speak otherwise; suddenly the...

about 1 month ago

mitch.momo (Canada) liked Midwinter Bright by Eleanor Richardson (United Kingdom)

about 2 months ago

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mitch.momo (Canada) published:

The Nightingale

PROMPT: Historical Fiction Competition 2020

The old house in Nipowa contained all my favorite secrets. The attic was second on the list, with its dusty tunnels and bolted chests. The birch tree in the backyard was third, because you could see the whole neighbourhood⁠ when you climbed up top — not that there was much to see. Our upriver neighbour had moved out years ago, and the ferns and wild roses were slowly creeping over the faded red brick. The other neighbour wasn’t interesting either,...

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2 months ago

mitch.momo (Canada) started following Anne Blackwood (United States)

3 months ago

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mitch.momo (Canada) published:

writing streak // week 6 day 1

FREE WRITING

at least you published something here today. a tiny voice among millions, but hey; a little more brightness to contrast constant doomsday.

3 months ago

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mitch.momo (Canada) published:

a universe unspoken

PROMPT: Flash Fiction Competition 2020

This wasn't supposed to happen. 

When he overheard The News, Melvin declared solitary confinement — in his room, not her backyard.

He blinks. The stars blink back. He shivers. The wind nudges him closer to her. She smells like strawberries and summer. He tries not to think about summer's end. 

Endings have no time for unfamiliar feelings and noticings  her freckled constellations, his pulsating heart, caged supernova.

The void of space stares down, offering no answers. Words choke;...

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3 months ago

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mitch.momo (Canada) published:

Challenge Completed

PROMPT: Writing Streak Challenge -- Week 5

day 1: old henry  

he sits just around the corner from the classroom window
waiting patiently as the children recite multiplication tables
he finds peace in their chatter, a pleasant reminder of recesses to come

when the bell rings, they spill out the hallways and pour into his lap
he chuckles and sways as they circle his roots
hop! skip! pounce!
games of tag and hide-and-seek, daily cup of tea;
he sits back in the rocking chair, baby on his...

3 months ago

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mitch.momo (Canada) published:

writing streak // week 5 day 3

FREE WRITING

alternate names for trees
  1. the Most Versatile Jungle Gym™ - climb, swing, slide away from sadness and into childhood nostalgia!
  2. dryads slipping in and out of sight, half-glimpsed secrets of the night
  3. runaway lover, weaving away from the sun's pursuit
  4. dancers in a darkened ballroom, candlelight gliding through floating frames
  5. porcupine quills on an orbiting blue marble
    

3 months ago

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mitch.momo (Canada) published:

writing streak // week 5 day 2

FREE WRITING

chokecherry in the park entrance

Hey. Do you remember me? Probably not, ha. 

They all called her a weakling. From a sapling she had grown frail and sickly, riddled year after year with diseases of every imaginable kind. She was always a waste of precious space; a dangerous one, too, because her body became incubators for parasites and contagious bugs. The other trees inched away from her, running as far as their branches could carry. She cried every night and...

3 months ago