Weekend Writing Prompt #96 – Seashore

I promise ya’all, when I have a new house bought and signed for, I shall let go of this obsession… Or will go on and on about my new digs.  So, maybe I cannot make any promises, after all!  Thank you, Sammi, for giving me reasons to work a little harder!

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.

Word Prompt

Seashore

Challenge

Trying not to feel woe is me

Mother, sisters, their families

On a cruise, taking in the sun

While I’m at home, not having much fun

I may feel a little bit sore

Not playing with them by the seashore

But! I might have missed the sale of my house

Now that would be something about which to grouse

Whose Bridge? – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #17

Good Friday evening, my peeps. I was going to write this one yesterday but the house bidness just took up all my brain cells and left me empty. Good news though. House is sold, an offer has been made on another. Not a done deal, of course. Do vendors ever accept an offer as is? Of course, until that part is settled, I probably won’t get a good night’s sleep. I’ll live. Then party when it is done!

As this is International Woman’s Day, my story took a totally different direction than I had originally planned!

Thank you, Crispina, for creating this challenge that pushes me to use different genres. Much obliged to ya! Was gonna put an answering picture, but chose a video instead.

Care to join? It’s fun and the rules are quite loose. Think sleepover party and the parents are out for dinner. Click on the link above. You’ll see what I mean 😉 K. ‘Nuff jibber-jabber, on with it already. Feel free to sing along…

Whose Bridge?

That bridge is not for you to cross.

You don’t own me

It’s a man’s world, face it. You don’t fit.

Don’t tell me what to do

You should be more ladylike, less outspoken

And don’t tell me what to say

Why do you want to go out and do that?

Please, when I go out with you

Just, please, don’t embarrass me

Don’t put me on display

You know what? Maybe this won’t work

You don’t own me

I’m all for women’s lib but you’re pushing it

Don’t try to change me in any way

You’ll have to tone it down if you want to stay

Don’t tie me down ’cause I’d never stay

(Word count 115)

Part of the Plan – Friday Fictioneers

Good Friday on Wednesday, my peeps!  Yep.  Another week has flown by.  The sun is shining brightly but it is still cold here in Quebec.  I’m having trouble visualising spring, the snow is so high still.  If this house had been settled before yesterday, I would be on the beach with my sisters and mother!  Oh well, I’ll just have to book something after I move by May 1st.

Thank you, always to Rochelle for challenging us to write 100-word stories that hopefully entertain you!  This week she chose c.e. ayr’s photo which reminded me of Italy.

Join in on the fun, why don’t you?

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Part of the Plan

Whose Vespa is parked outside the door?

Mine, why?

Yours? Really? Since when are you the Vespa type?

There’s a type? Where the hell did you get that notion?

Of course there is. You watch the movies. Any time there is someone driving a Vespa, they are well-to-do types who live in Italy, have al fresco parties with good food and wine and—oh… I get it…

What?

I see what you’re doing. Taking this whole visualisation thing a bit far, no? Wouldn’t it be better to just go back and visit Italy?

But I don’t want to come back.

Weekend Writing Prompt #95 – Devotion

I must admit I was going to go a whole ‘nother way, but then, felt I needed to thank my cousin, Marc, for coming, once again, to my rescue.  I want you do know, dear Cuz, I never take you for granted.  I appreciate your generosity over and over.  And I know a certain Mick feels secure knowing you always have my back.  Je t’aime, mon cousin! xoxo

 

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.

Word Prompt

Devotion

Challenge

 

To show your love and devotion

Your self and your skills you share

Your time you give with affection

Just say the word, you’re there

 

 

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #16 – Last Chance

Almost didn’t make it.  Then suddenly an idea came to me and off I went with it.  Crispina’s CCC challenge has seduced me once again!

 

Last Chance

Catriona ran like the hounds of hell were after her.  She could not believe she was going to be late today, of all days.  Everything went wrong. Her alarm didn’t go off.  She got a run in her stockings and had to search for a replacement pair.  She missed the bus so took the subway, which took her three blocks away from where she had to be.  Was the Universe trying to tell her something?

She kept repeating:  “Please wait, please wait, please wait!”  knowing there was no possibility of a second chance.  He had warned her he was done waiting for her.

Catriona finally arrived at the staircase to find Sam taking the first step to the last section.

“Sam!” she yelled. Stop! “I’m here!  I’m sorry I’m late!  Please, wait!”

No hesitation.  No look in her direction. He continued climbing.  Away from her.  Out of her life.

Lucky for me, Zeke waits for me

 

The Discussion Continues – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday, my peeps!  Sun is shining but don’t be fooled ~  it’s a level of cold I just don’t feel like getting used to, today.  So, to warm us up, I decided to do something I never (at least I think I never) do… I have decided to dovetail on Rochelle’s “story” as well as the comments she has received thus far!  So, not that you have to, but what the hey, read hers first here and then mine.  Or don’t.  To add your own story, click on the blue frog below.  G’head, you know you wanna…

©Jean L. Hayes

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The Discussion Continues

“I betcha there is a cigarette machine in there,” added Josh.

“You’re probably right,” added Linda.  “And why do WordPress and inLinkz keep changing things up?  I hate being told what to do. This is so annoying.”

“I like it and didn’t have a problem.  Even added the frog Rochelle forgot,” laughed Keith.

“Why are you guys focusing on WordPress and the frog?” griped Iain.  “We should respect Rochelle, and get back to the story!”

“I think this is fun,” added Trent.  “I could imagine this is how an informal gathering of all the usual Friday Fictioneer participants would go!”

 

 

 

So Close – What Pegman Saw

I did not go the expected route.  At all.  Consider this a heads up. 😉  Thank you Karen and Josh for hosting accepting my late submission!

This week Pegman takes us to the highest peak in the world, Mount Everest, also known as Sagarmatha. Thanks to the wonder of Google Maps (and the many intrepid climbers industrious enough to carry the necessary camera equipment to such elevations) we can climb Mount Everest in the comfort our bathrobes and fuzzy slippers.

Your mission is to write up to 150 words inspired by the location. You’ll find both street path view and photospheres to inspire you.

Once your piece is polished, share it with others at the linkup below. Reading and commenting on others’ work is part of the fun.

Wanna play?  Add your link below!

So Close

I can see the peak.  What was but a dream for years is finally becoming a reality and is within my reach.  I know it.  I can almost touch it.  Paradoxically, it also feels unattainable as there is yet much to be done to arrive.  I have made so much progress, less lies ahead than behind.

I can barely breathe; the air is thin and it feels as if my oxygen has been cut off.  The ache in my jaw tells me I have been tense, subconsciously.  I am worried I will not be able to achieve this goal I have set myself.  Tension or excitement?  Both?

Now is not the time to give up, that’s for sure.  Not at this point.  Just dig deep and do what needs to be done.  Suck it up.  You’re scared.  So what?

Once that SOLD sign is affixed, I can rejoice and move on.

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OK… This is MY mountain to climb 😉  I am going a tad nuts as my house is officially sold (yay!) but I have some things to fix before everything is official.  Things that ain’t gonna be cheap or done in the blink of an eye – possibly.  I’ll know more in the next few days.  I think this is seriously why my jaw is aching!  I woke up feeling like I’d been punched or something.  Sorry for my blah-blah.  I just felt I needed to explain how I got from Mount Everest to a SOLD sign 😉