Not Yet – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday so it’s Friday Fictioneers!  Time to tell a 100-word story based on a picture, this week supplied by Ted Strutz.  Our fearless leader, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields always manages to keep us coming back for more week after week. I don’t know how she made us take the Kool-Aid but she did and now we are all addicted.  She hasn’t poisoned us. Yet.  Do come and play with us by clicking on Rochelle‘s name for the howsits or on the frog below to add the link to your story. G’wan… you know you want to!

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Not Yet

The toe of a boot nudged him awake.  “C’mon, Frank, time to go.”

He rubbed his eyes with the palms of his grubby hands and blinked.  “Jaysus, Mary, and Joseph! It’s finally happened! I died and de Lord’s come to take me to heaven.”

“You eejit. They ain’t angels. School choir off to some show. And you ain’t dead yet! Hurry up and get yer shite before we both get into trouble.”

Frank took the proffered flask of scotch. “Thanks, Bob. Gotta spot for me tonight?”

“Yeah. Can’t have your sorry ass freezing in the street.”

“You’re the best.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Weekend Writing Prompt #142 – Looking-Glass

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 hard not to go the obvious route.  Thank you, always, Sammi, for giving me the prompt that pushes me to try other things…

 

What is true

 

A mirror is a practical tool

to ensure my make-up is not clownish

that my hair is not all wonky

and my dress is not askew

It shows me

the external me

 

~My looking-glass~

 

Is your face and your manner

giving me a truer reflection

Your eyes glow with love and

your smile shows your appreciation

I need nothing more to know

I’m good

WARNING! The Spinner has escaped…

Not to be missed! Crispina’s epic five-book series is coming out in March but available for pre-order now! I beta-read the second and cannot wait to read them all.

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The Spinner has escaped the web and is wandering the pages of Amazon worldwide!

While all five books of The Spinner’s Game, in both kindle versions and paperback, will be available from 21st March 2020, the kindles are available for Pre-Order.

When asked what she rated as the worst part of producing these e-books and paperbacks, the author Crispina Kemp answered, “The upload to Amazon process. It took an age.”

As might be expected when loading not one, not two, not five, but what amounts to ten books in one fell swoop.

Wizard! Crispina remarked in a self-congratulatory mood.

All books can be accessed from Crispina Kemp on Amazon

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What They Are – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #64

OK.  So.  In my mind, this story was going to go somewhere and be much more — well — more!  I had two options (read two photos) that I was going to mix into one story but that didn’t really come to be… And as I was writing this, yet another idea came to mind.  Sometimes we just become overzealous and end up scrambling more than anything else, eh?  So. I eliminated pretty much everything and decided to play off Crispina’s story (which you can read here); adding a part deux, if you will 😉  Sometimes ya just gotta throw it out there and walk away.  Thank you for tormenting me this week, Crisp!

What They Are

Crispina said them’s were the Elders from before, in the time of the Elders; before we were here. But her friend didn’t believe her.

That was most unfortunate.  Her words of disbelief stirred them from their contemplative slumber.  They were made to realise they had remained silent for too long.  They needed to remind this new generation about the old ways – before they were lost for good.

Their gently rounded shapes transformed to hard metal edges; their stance spread wide as they threw their heads back and roared.

“We are the Elders! You have lost your way!  We trusted you for too long and now must bring you back to the beginning.”

113 words

 

Skating Lesson – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday!  Yep… that means I had to come up with a 100-word story based on my very own picture this week. Why is it hardest to write to my own?  Thanks to Rochelle for asking me to put my © on a picture shared on FB 😉 And, of course, for getting us together to play week after week.

Oh, and click the skates if you are inspired to add your own 100-word to go with this picture.

Click here to play!

Skating Lesson

They skated ’round the deserted rink.

“Hey, ever watch the ‘Battle of Blades‘?”

“No, what’s that?”

“It’s where figure skaters teach hockey players how to really skate!” she laughed.

“Hockey players can skate!”

“Yeah, until they get their feet into figure skates.”

“Hah! I guess it’s not easy.”

“No, it’s not. And just think, the figure skaters trust the hockey players to pick them up and not drop them!”

“Nuts.”

“You said it.”

He grabbed her around the waist and they twirled haphazardly, landing in a pile on the snowbank.

He leaned down for a kiss.  “Guess I need lessons…”

*****

Just to give you an idea of what the skaters went through, here is a sample of one of the boot camps…

And, no skater achieved what Valeri Bure did in Season 2… If you want to skip ahead to their skate, go to 1:55.  They won that year and you can see why.

 

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #141 – Imperious

C’est le week-end!  That means Sammi‘s prompt word comes to torture and inspire…

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.

 

We Learn As We Go

 

I was young and naive, then

I saw you as strong and confident and assertive

You were older and wiser, I thought

 

It felt like true love and had

a fairy tale feel to the whole thing

Our story was a tad unusual, after all

 

Your actions seemed loving

You turned on your charms

And I was fooled into staying

(again and again)

 

In hindsight, I see clearly

The way you held your head

With the slightest tilt downward

 

Your words of encouragement

were veiled with dissuasion

trying to mask your fears

 

Your imperious manner

and arrogant dominance

you thought would hold sway

(only pushed me away)

 

There was plenty of good

And I gained experience and maturity

More importantly,

 

I gained self-worth

 

 

 

Driving East on Notre-Dame, With Odario

Yeah, that’s right, DK… I’m stealing your style. (My favourite posts of yours, as you well know.)

I met my friend France downtown at 6:30 at The Eaton’s Centre for drinks and dinner. The place is under a mega-renovation so we were lucky we found each other!  France’s friend had told her about the new Timeout Market that had opened.  Call it the Bougie (Bourgeois) Food Court, if you will. (Thanks, B, for such a great term). Instead of your usual, Greek, hot dog, Chinese, etc. counters, these are all from some of our fancier restaurants like Le Club Chasse et Pêche or T Burger which is the baby of Toqué or Olive et Gourmando, to name a few.  They have a bar for mixed drinks or beer, a soda bar and a wine bar where you can buy by the glass or the bottle.  The concept is simple.  Get yourself a drink, stand somewhere while you pray for a couple of seats to liberate and, should you be lucky, grab ’em as soon as you find ’em.  Then, you leave your coat on your seat, tell the person(s) sitting across from or beside you that you are just going to choose your meal (not that anyone would consider moving your coat or stealing your spot, so really, it’s just an unnecessary added assurance) and go peruse the possibilities.  There are tables outside of the bar area but you can’t bring your booze there so, needless to say, not an option for us.

Everything is made to order so, once you have chosen what you want, they give you one of those light buzzer doohickeys (mine was no. 40) that let you know your food is ready.  So off you go, back to your now-precious seat, sip your wine and chat while you wait. Or, as was our case, by the time we had our first glass of wine and found a seat, it was close to 8:00 pm so we chose to just wait near the counter for our food as there were no line-ups.  We both ended up getting our eats at “Charles-Antoine Crête and Cheryl Johnson”.  France went for the char tartare served with popcorn and shrimp “croutons” and I went for the Yaki-katsu which is a big bowl of Boston lettuce, fried beef, paper-thin pineapple and kimchi.

Our meals were tasty, and at $17/plate before taxes and tip, we ate every last crumb, and managed to refrain from licking the bowl.  The wine was wonderful – at $20 for a 9 oz glass (tax and tip included), not a drop was left. The place is happening and loud. Way too loud. We were both glad we could say we have been and neither one of us is in any hurry to return. It’s a great concept to give you a taste of a restaurant you would love to go to but that you know you need to sell your first-born to pay for the meal.

Despite the insane noise decibel, we did manage to catch up and promised each other we would not wait another year for our next one.  I had parked a few blocks away to get my steps in, but France went even further so we walked to my car and I drove her the good six blocks (at least) to her car.  Just as we got close to my car, I had to stop and grab a picture of the Cathédrale Marie-Reine du Monde (Mary, Queen of the World Cathedral). She’s a beauty though this nighttime shot of crappy quality barely shows it. What are you gonna do? You do what you can with what you have! However, I am now wanting to return during the day and try again.

Whenever I go downtown, I like to drive back towards the Jacques-Cartier bridge via Notre-Dame Street.  It’s just so pretty with its boutiques and antique dealers.  Odario Williams is the “Afterdark” host on CBC Music from 8 till midnight, Monday to Friday, turning out the music for our “nighttimes feels” as he says. From 8 ’til 10 there is a mix that is groovy and has good beats but come 10 pm, he slows it down.  Just so happens it was close to 11 by the time I got to my car.  My drive home was dreamy, starting with Imogen Heaps’ “Hide and Seek” then the very lovely “The City Holds My Heart” by Ghostly Kisses

A sweet French song “Les animaux” by Klô Pelgag and finally, bringing me to the last leg of my drive, “Stay Going Nowhere” by Jodie Landau & Wild Up, for which, unfortunately, no YouTube exists.  Well, it does, but not the studio recording, but the one I’ve provided is with Valgeir Sigurðsson, a close enough match. All songs I had never heard, some a little more ‘new-agey’ than I normally listen to but felt just perfect to bring things down from the buzz in my head brought on by the noise and loud talking we were obliged to do. Thanks, Odario… you never disappoint!