Every Wednesday Crispina, over at Crimsonprose posts a photo (this week it’s that one below.)
We are to respond with something CREATIVE. It’s pretty open and there are many forms this can take, as you can see if you click here. Whatever form we do take, must keep it at 150 words or less. I kinda had forgotten that part so I snipped here and clipped there and hope it still comes across half-assed decently.
PRISONER OF THE PASSWORD
“ENTER PASSWORD TO MOVE FORWARD TOWARDS THE LIGHT!” the voice bellowed.I enter my password.
“INCORRECT!” The branches closed in a little.
Right, I had changed the password recently. I enter the new password.
“INCORRECT!” More closing in.
Shit. I send a request for a new password, hoping I’ll get the email in time…
Yesss! Thank goodness! I receive it and follow the instructions…. and get … ‘Password cannot be the same as previous one.’
Seriously? Are you kidding me?
I feel the cold creeping into my bones. Shivering, I reset, hoping this one will work and allow me to go towards the opening and heat offered by the sun.
“ENTER. MIGHT I SUGGEST YOU WRITE YOUR PASSWORDS IN A SAFE PLACE?”
This forest had quite the sense of humour. I shake my head as I move closer to the clearing, entering my new password in a note on my phone.
Good Wednesday morning, my peeps! I was so hoping this day would bring us blue skies. Nope. Apparently we can’t have mild(ish) and blue at the same time. Oh well. Might as well take this time to write, eh? Thank you, dear Rochelle, for keeping us coming back week after week. And what’s this? Where did you get your hands on this picture, eh?
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Ugly Before the Beauty
“Oh my God! What the hell has he done?” Carla leaned closer, trying to see beyond the tape.
“Don’t worry so much. It doesn’t look that bad,” assured Lucia, her head cocked to one side as if a different angle would give a better perspective.
“How the hell am I supposed to see beyond this? Just look at it! It’s a total disaster!” Carla wailed.
“I told you it wasn’t ready yet.”
“He said he would fix it. He said not to worry. He said it wouldn’t show. This is awful!”
“That’s how plastic surgery works. Ugly before the beauty.”
I just finished watching a biopic of Jane Fonda and was inspired by something she said. Suddenly I knew what I wanted to write for this challenge.
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 party.
It took me years
To reside comfortably within my own skin
No longer a silhouette of myself
I can feel my anger
I can feel my judgments
I can feel my kindness
Everything that makes up who I am
Including the fact that I just may be
Stonger and braver than the man I am with
Which is difficult for him
But necessary for me
Good Thursday evening, my peeps! Spent a few days away up in the Laurentians, taking in the fresh air, enjoying the snow and cottage life. Back to reality…
I canna lie… looked at this hear picture for two days and finally asked my son what he saw. A silly story was born. Thank you, Rochelle and Priya for stumping me this week!
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No Water, Please!
“That’s a pretty jar. Quite colourful. What are they, love notes?”
“Nope. Not love notes. Not even paper. They’re magical, though.”
“Really? Why are some on the table?”
“I’m not sure they’ll fit.”
“Whatchu talkin’ about! There’s lots of room.”
“Don’t be fooled. One drop of water and the whole thing blows.”
“Hah! What? Do they turn nasty like in Gremlins?”
“Something like that…”
“Wait. What? You mean if I pour some of my water on these things—
Too late to stop him, I watched in horror as the pieces on the table grew into giant foam dinosaurs.
I usually participate in these prompts when we have less than 75 words. However, I felt like writing and my thoughts went towards love. Why? Why not?
Thank you to Sammi for hosting this weekly party. It really pushes me to try different things.
From whence came my notions of what love is?
Where have I learnt what love I deserve, or don’t?
Dare I assume I should be loved in a certain manner?
We go through life with certain assumptions
Though “they” say it is best to not have expectations
That way we are guaranteed no disappointment
How realistic is that?
If we have properly witnessed what real love is
How can we not expect to believe we deserve it as well?
With foundations solidly built
We would have no need for these questions
Good Wednesday afternoon, my readers… First Friday Fictioneers of the year! I know, I know, it’s called Friday FICTIONeers but my sister and niece leave in one hour and, no, I know this is not a picture of a desert, nor a vast plain but hey… it’s what I’m seeing now and it’s not what we look at, but what we see, right? Says so right down there ⇓
Thanks to the comedic duo Rochelle and Russell for their collaboration this week. Do join in on the fun! Just click on the blue frog below to add your 100-word story to the party already going on. Not sure about the rules and regs? Click on Rochelle’s name and get them!
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She Dreamed of Africa
Tracy had no idea what her daughter would choose for their mother-daughter trip. She should have known. Sabrina had the travel bug ever since she saved all monies earned from baby-sitting and selling her necklaces to pay for her high school Guatemala trip. Hers was a laser-beam focus when she had a goal. No Cuba-style-butt-in-the-sand vacation for her!
“Yes, Mom. Tanzania. Glamping Safari in the Serengeti! Then Zanzibar for the beach. We’ll learn how to surf.”
“Great white sharks in those waters, Sab.”
“So? Can’t worry over stuff like that…”
“Can’t wait. It’ll be a trip of a lifetime…”
2005 cruise – The adventuress was born
Dawn Quyle Landau of Tales from the Motherland has issued the 5th annual “50 Happy Things/Attitude of Gratitude” challenge and I am more than pleased to join in once again. For instructions on the “how-to”, please click here. Once you’ve figured out how to do it and have been inspired to do it (Why not? How much can it hurt to bring forth things that make you happy?) click here to add your link.
There is absolutely no order to my following list. I have set the timer for 15 minutes and this is basically stream of consciousness stuff (i.e. as it comes, I type). All embellishments are added after the clock has run out and I’ve spell-checked my list 😉
- My boys – they remind me that I am human
- My home – protects me from the elements
- My family – all the way down to second cousins thrice removed
- My sisters – despite whatever goes on in life, they are there for me
- Mom – without her, I would not be
- Friends who are the chosen family
- Blogosphere – a world I could not have imagined ten years ago
- The friends I’ve made on the blogosphere – I cherish the connections I’ve made
- Going to Old Montreal for New Year’s Eve with good friends
- Getting on the ferris wheel for the midnight fireworks
- Friday Fictioneers – for teaching me how to cut the fluff and get to the point
- B – for pushing me to be a better writer while becoming a close friend
- My ability and joy of cooking
- Sharing my food with those I love
- My boys when they help me before I have to ask
- My computer – as a tool to connect and write
- Internet – bringing the world to my fingertips
- Brothers-in-law who help out for stuff that I just cannot do on my own
- Girlfriends – to share those things that you just can’t with family
- Blogging community – I keep learning
- Rochelle for her friendship and for trusting me with her lateest WIP (and any other writings)
- Julie for being my “culture friend” and my trusted date for stuff no one else is interested in
- Feeling part of my close knit gang
- Food – the diversity, the sensuality
- My taste buds – which permit me to enjoy all the flavours out there
- Good wine
- fun work colleagues
- New colleagues who seemed to really appreciate me
- Clients who appreciate me
- My legs for allowing me to take my walks
- My big-ass bathtub for when I need to get away from it all
- Reading – opening my world to other realms
- Writing, which allows me to let go of stuff
- Writing prompts that push me to do better
- My bed, where I get the rest I need or at least pretend to
- My hands which are capable of so much more than I thought
- Heating which protects me from the cold
- My capacity to love no matter how many times my heart is broken
- Being appreciated for what I offer
- My wit and sense of humour – keeps me sane
- Travel – I need to do more; experience other cultures
- The communities I’ve built – virtual and real
- Connections I’ve made with people from around the world
- A cozy fire, to gaze into, to snuggle with someone
- Zeke – who is not getting as much love as he should but will
- Eyes – to appreciate the beauty around me
- My smile, which seems to be what people remember about me
- My camera, which helps me to look at things differently and record the memories
- Being able to express myself and be open to others’ opinions
- Widow’s pension, which helps to make ends meet
- EI which permits me to take the time to rest between jobs
- Working a seasonal job which allows me to take the other seasons off
- Sense of smell, without it, I would never appreciate food and cooking so much
- My body – it may be quite as I would like it to be, but it’s mine and it functions
- Dishwashers – because sometimes, doing the dishes just blows
- My car – I can go anywhere when I want
- My resilience – even though it’s a word that bugs the shit out of me, it is the right word for me
- The close friends who will always include me in their happenings
- My ability to adapt to whatever life throws my way
- My boys – I am so proud of them both for the young men they are becoming
- That Iain has decided to go back to school to get a diploma in electricity
- That Aidan has decided to pursue an education in animation (yeah, yeah, it has another title that I always forget)
- That I know I can count on my sisters for anything
- My lack of cynicism – despite the world we live in
- My charm that can be helpful when I screw up
- Dark chocolate
- Camaraderie – that can be found
- Facebook – say what you will, I have kept in contact with many because of it
- Book, books and more books
- Potential for love – I’ve not given up