Wednesday and it’s Friday Fictioneers time. Why does a scene like this look way too familiar? Oh right. I live with two adult kids… Should you feel inspired to play along, click on the frog below and add your 100-words worth! Till then, a thank you always goes to Rochelle for keeping us neat and tidy and this week A. Noni Mouse’s photo was rather inspiring, wasn’t it?
©A. Noni Mouse
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Just For You
I’m making you a feast! All you have to do is sit back, relax, and here, take this glass of wine. Go sit on the patio with your book and I’ll call you when it’s ready. No wait, It’s beautiful, We’ll eat outside. You don’t have to do a thing. Well, maybe set the table? I’ll do the rest. Consider this a thank you for all you do for us. We don’t take you for granted, Mom. Oh, and later, I’m going out with my friends, okay? But don’t worry, I’ll do the dishes when I get back. I Promise.
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.
So, it’s no longer the official weekend though it is MINE… Besides, I didn’t have three seconds to myself during work and my brain was mush after so. Today it is. Thank you, Sammi, I think… whatever possessed you to use this word? Love the challenge of trying to think outside of the box.
I’m in syzygy
You’re a celestial body aligned with a moon and planet?
No, metaphorically speaking
Neck, back and feet – working in conjunction – a straight line of pain
It’s Wednesday! Yes, just to confuse you, that means Friday Fictioneers… I’ve decided to do a reverse of last week’s thanks to Na’ama Yehuda‘s wonderful photo. Thank you for allowing us to use it this week. And always, thanks to Rochelle for hosting this weekly party. I just can’t resist it (besides, she’d have my head if I did – don’t be fooled by her size…)
And to my fellow Canadians…
HAPPY CANADA DAY!
Country Mouse Goes City
Rachael pinched herself. She was here. New York City! Great-Aunt Penelope invited her to stay for the summer in her brownstone on the Upper West Side. No cows, no chickens, no manure. No chores.
She was so excited when she saw a yellow cab she waved at the driver in excitement. With a squeal of his tires, he swerved and pulled up beside her, causing the guy behind to honk in anger. “Where do you wanna go?”
“Central Park, please.”
He shook his head. Stupid country folk. “You’re already here. Just cross the street.”
She blushed, “Silly me. Thank you!”
A tad late – okay, more than a tad – but Crispina is not a stickler for these things. She’s so generous, the prompts stay up forever so, should the mood strike whenever then we can still play. I couldn’t find a matchy-matchy but when I started looking I thought, I dunno… maybe this can work. And so, here is an itty-bitty poem in pictures and words that I wanted to share yesterday but didn’t. Here it is today!
Follow the path, she said. It will be easy to find
Keep on looking at the fences made of wood
With something special used to bind
He searched and he searched, as best as he could
Suddenly there it was, in pink entwined
And he knew, it true; with him, she stood
Voilà… short and sweet at 52 words 😉
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. Thanks for hosting, Sammi.
Ruth was so concentrated on ripping out the vines creeping along the top of the cedar hedge, she never heard her son approach.
His\ “Mom, what’re you doing?” nearly made her jump out of her skin
“What’s it look like I’m doing? I’m pulling out these vines.
“Why? They’re kinda pretty, no?
“I admit they are. I’ve never seen yellow ones like these. Usually, they’re those pink ones that look like morning glories.”
“Poor unwelcome flowers.”
“They’ll take over. Remember the ‘Rumor Weed’?”
Ha ha Mom. You’re hilarious.
We are not a religious family at all. However, a friend of mine got us hooked on Veggie Tales and one of our favourites was LarryBoy and the Rumor Weed
The movie is a whole 33 minutes long but for anyone who wants to, just click here.
What day is it? Wednesday!
What does that mean? Friday Fictioneers!
What? Yeah, well… yanno, sometimes there’s no explaining things. This week our lovely leader Rochelle has chosen a picture by Todd Foltz. You want to play? Click on the frog below and add your 100-word max story link.
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City Mouse Goes Country
Betsy loved spending the summers at her grandparents. She got to live a completely different life than the one she had in the city. A life that was simple and felt more real. She particularly enjoyed the chores Nana made her do. Waking up with the sun, collecting eggs from the chickens was one of her favourites. Who knew chickens could be so affectionate?
“Hullo Susie. Hey there Gertrude. You ladies have something for me this morning?” she asked as she scratched them under their chins. They clucked their responses rubbed against her arm.
She wished she could live here forever.
Swimming in the lake
Bathtime with Daddy
I can sit by myself!
Tracy & Sébastien’s Wedding
He was a surprise, and arrived too soon, and with many challenges. His heart was broken, but they believed it could be fixed, later. In his seven-month, twenty three-day lifespan, I discovered a strength I did not know I had. I discovered I was capable of dealing with a sick child and giving him so much love and the best life I could for the five-and-a-half months we had him at home. He saw his aunt barrel race, he kicked his feet in his grandmother’s lake and in our pool. He was adored by all. I refused to keep him in a bubble, knowing, I know not how, he would not be with us for a long time. No medals, no ribbons, no accolades can ever match the self-respect and pride I feel for handling Austin’s birth, life and death with the grace I did.
Flowers bloom with joy
Nurtured by the sun until…
Silenced by winter
It’s all Merril‘s fault again. I wasn’t going to participate in yesterday’s dVerse challenge because I thought it would be too hard. Then I read Merril’s and decided to go for it. Lillian is the host and she asked us to write about one shining moment in a Haibun WITH a KIGO AND a SAIJIKI – what the hell are these things?
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. Thanks for hosting, Sammi!
From the youngest age
Two, if rumours are true
When Mommy was busy
Out the door I flew
Mommy had no idea
I’d gone gallivanting
Till the phone rang
Guess who came visiting?
An exasperated sigh
Please send her home
What to do?
I still roam!
Me at 3-iah
Gallivanting in Tuscany
It’s Wednesday! Know how I know? Rochelle sends us the weekly pic to write our 100-word story inspired by that pic. This week, our hostess with the mostest is oot and aboot but she left us with her very own pic to use. Should you want to participate, click on the frog below and add your link. G’head, it’s fun!
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The best thing about having a basement bedroom was that it was separate from the rest of the family. And it was cool – downright cold in summer thanks to the A/C. I loved my space and could do my own thing, undisturbed.
I was changing for bed when suddenly a ruckus broke out and I could hear thundering steps above my head and yells followed by the front door slamming. What the hell?
I looked out my window and saw my father and uncle chasing a guy down the street.
He’d been having a look-see at me without my knowing.
Might be more out there than I usually am. Hopefully not too far! In response to dVerse Quadrille challenge, hosted by Mish who has given us the word “Drum” to play with. I usually avoid the topics of the day but somehow, this felt like the direction to go in. I think I spent as much time creating my image as I did creating my verse!
Earth has lost her rhythm
Her drum is struggling
to keep time
So many instruments
trying to be heard
voices not melodious
Each believes it more
important than the other
We need the backbone
that is the drum
to bring back some harmony