Good Wednesday morning! It’s not too bad here. Might even get a chance to see the sun peeping through the clouds. In the meantime, would you lookit that? Rochelle chose my photo for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. Can’t very well skip this week, can I? If you would like to try your hand at writing 100-word stories, do click on the frog below and add your link. G’head, it’s a lot of fun and sharpens your writing skills,
One day, I’ll be the one in the front. Singing backup is great and all but I wanna be the star!
You need to remember your place and keep harmony with the rest of us. That’s what we were hired to do and do it well.
Don’t get me wrong. I really do love singing with y’all but I know I got the pipes for more.
Maybe so. But you can’t be trying to upstage her; she’ll fire your diva-acting ass.
Or, maybe… she’ll be cool like Gloria Estefan was to Jon Secada and give me a shot.
A little dVerse quadrille, using the required “Go” word. Funny how you can have a set idea and then one little word sets you in the wrong direction. Nothing a little sleep can’t cure, right?
Kitchen’s clean when I get home
Counter’s free of mess
No banged nose trying to open the door
shoes make good doorstops, I guess
You’re moving out you say?
You’ll miss us, when we go
no more complaining for you
Sad (perhaps) but true
Well here’s something I never do… combine not one, not two but three challenges into one. Oy! Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #197 asked us to use the word “call” in any form, using 41 words; dVerse from a couple weeks ago, asked us to write a quadrille (44 words) using the word embrace. Crispina’s lovely image for her CCC #199 prompted me to go looking for images for my usual matchy-matchy which sent me in the direction I went. I figure there are many who are separated during this stupid time and it must be difficult. Couldn’t help but bring out the romantic in me.
I call to you
You call to me
Accept this we can do
We laugh, we share
We joke around
It’s how we show we care
There comes the day
We know it will
Nothing stands in the way
No longer an eventuality
it’s now become reality
We embrace with more than
Words and stolen glances
arms around each other
heart against heart, now
beating to the same rhythm
I caress your face
whisper in your ear
It’s Wednesday and I woke up early. Rather than toss and turn to get sleep that surely wouldn’t come, what better than to write a Friday Fictioneers while having my first cuppa? This was stream of consciousness all the way. Now excuse me whilst I return to my memories… and while I do that, you g’head and click on the frog to add your own 100-word story or read others, if ya like, that is!
Lost in the Box
Hey, Mom! Hello? Earth to Dale, you there?
Sorry! I got lost in the box for a moment there.
Rochelle gave us this prompt this week. A photo by Ted Strutz.
Lame. Besides the cremated remains, that is. Ewww. Could you imagine receiving that in the mail?
Never mind that. When I saw the prompt I knew I had to go find mine.
So? What’s in it?
Old letters and cards.
So. Junk, then.
So. Not. Junk. I just randomly picked up a letter from my late friend Roxanne. My goodness, I was seventeen again. Just like that!
A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments. Thank you, Sammi, for hosting this fun one!
I don’t want to possess you
Just know that you’re mine
Is it still Wednesday? Why yes, it is. Does it matter? Why no, it doesn’t! It is, however, time for Friday Fictioneers and I needs must thank Rochelle for being such a wonderful hostess and this week, thanks to go Alicia Jamtaas for her wonderful photo. If you want to play along, or simply read other submissions, just click on the frog below!
The Whistle Blows
Fred shuffled to his rocking chair set up on the wrap-around porch and sighed as he settled into it.
The breeze tickled his cheek and he swore carried with it the whistle of the five o’clock train. He was ten and running out to meet it, counting how many freight cars there were. Sometimes the train was so long, he got lost in the numbers. One thing was for sure and certain. The last car was always the caboose and the conductor always leaned out and waved back. Never failed to make him smile.
Who you waving at, Grandpa?…. Grandpa?
A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments. I’m totally cheating by using quotes! Thank you to Sammi for hosting! For the full Louis CK quote, just click on the … – I wasn’t going to totally cheat. The full quote is, after all, 80 words long 😉
Mark Twain said:
“Substitute ‘damn’ every time you’re inclined to write ‘very;’ your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be.”
Okay then. It was not very difficult; it was awesome and amazingly challenging…
Hmmm, not quite. To quote Louis CK,
“As humans, we waste the shit out of our words. It’s sad. We use words like ‘awesome’ and ‘wonderful’ like they’re candy. It was awesome? Really? It inspired you to awe? It was wonderful? Are you serious? …”
How about this? It was a gargantuan task to climb Mount Washington.
Oh my goodness! I don’t know the last time this has happened to me. I got inspired to write a second Friday Fictioneer story, based on Trish Nankivell’s photo! Had to. Click on the frogs below to join in or to add your own 100 (I clocked in at 95 on this one!) story.
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Grandma! Why do you have a lock on your toilet paper roll? Afraid someone is going to steal it?
I’m trying to stop time!
What? You have got to be kidding! I think you are losing it.
Oh, I’m losing it, all right.
I know you’re just kidding. You’re the most alert eighty-something I know!
Alert, I may be. But time is going way too fast.
Not that fast, Grandma.
Trust me. You’ll see as you get older. Life is like a toilet paper roll. The closer you come to the end of it, the faster it spins!
How could I resist Rochelle’s “DOUBLE-DOG DARE YOU TO NOT write a story that has to do with lockdown, quarantine or the big C-19″ using this photo by Trish Nankivell? I could not. Not that I have in the last almost eleven months, but still. It’s time for Friday Fictioneers. Click on the frogs below to read more stories or to add your very own!.
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Price of Peace and Quiet
Lianne sighed in pleasure, relishing the quiet. She took a sip of her coffee, picked up her book and started reading. Less than a paragraph in she stopped, realising it was too quiet.
“Daisy? Whatchu doing, honey?” No answer. No bueno. Peace and quiet always comes at a price.
As she entered the playroom, Daisy jumped on her.
“Hi Mommy! Come and play with me!”
Lianne looked at the long strips of toilet paper that went the length of the room. and the stack of empty rolls at the end.
Daisy handed her a full roll. “You go first!”
does not keep me in
though no sun
shines, at first
and grey takes over the blue
I’ll find photo ops
I’ll find for Merril
winter scenes for Rochelle, to
bring to life with paint
Time to go
The sun’s going down
Mitts not needed
Now back on
Legs now heavy, must go. What
will tomorrow bring?
A new day
I’m off to explore
Steps to get
sights to see
No expectations, just joy
at being outside
lots of families
fat wheel bikes
no lack of activities
smiles are not lacking
gives a special glow
that next comes
a chance to transform the skies
with sunset’s paintbrush