When I saw this prompt I knew EXACTLY where I would go with it. How fun is that? Very, I say. Should you ever want to join in on Crispina’s challenge, just click here and see the what’s what which is pretty much anything you feel like. What’s not to like?
A Quiet Spot
He paddled into his quiet enclave, looking forward to getting some shut-eye.
Psst! Hey you! Over there in the reeds!
What? Who said that?
Over here, look to your left towards the shore!
I see you. What do you want?
Wanna join us? It’s great here.
Looks kinda crowded to me.
Nah… there’s room. My buddy here will scootch up. Whaddaya say? Must be lonely over there all by yourself.
It’s nice and quiet.
It would be quiet here, too, Daisy, if you’d just shut up and leave him alone!
Happy Hump Day, Peeps! What does today bring? Why, so glad you asked… It brings us Friday Fictioneers that we have all (most of us) taken to writing on Wednesdays. It’s a thing unexplainable. This week, our beloved leader has pilfered her own photo for the prompt. Wanna take a stab at it? G’head, click on the frog below and add your own 100-word story!
What a golden opportunity has arisen during these crazy times! Just as one seasonal job was coming to an end, another appeared, only this time the commute would be from my bedroom to my kitchen. I could, like many, work in my pyjamas because… who’s to see? No, that’s not me. It’s one thing to lounge in one’s pj’s on a rainy Sunday, bingeing on some show or movies; it’s quite another to go to work thus, even if said work is in your home.
And you’ll never see me going to a restaurant in mine, not even Olive Garden!
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. Should you want to play along, click here and leave a link in Sammi’s comments.
Wind and leaves create a symphony
in the crisp, autumnal air
Sun renders all it touches
with a lucid and effulgent glow
A little later than usual but that’s the way of it, sometimes. Crispina says we have until forever to write so… here I am! I love finding something of mine to add to hers and put them together and I have it on good authority that it has now become expected of me. I do not want to disappoint!
Where does this go, do you think?
Nowhere. You can plainly see it’s a broken down something that is now nothing.
You’ve no imagination, you know that? Look how it seems to glow. I think we should go in and investigate.
I think your imagination is working overtime. You’re always off in some magical place in your mind.
What’s wrong with that?
Nothing, I guess. But you know, facing reality is better suited to getting on in life.
I dunno about that. There is enough awful in reality. Seems to me, injecting a little magic helps to soften things, make the real palatable.
As long as you don’t forever live in your magical state.
You are so annoying sometimes, you know that? Now hush up and come with me, would you?
Fine. But you’ll see there’s nothing— whoa… what the hell?
Whatsamatter? Did you find some magic, oh, Realist?
This working nine-to-five thing is really getting in the way of my writing and reading time! I’m going to have to figure out a decent schedule! Late is better than not, right? And I know, there is no late per se but ya’all know most of us like to get these things in early (ier). A thank you to C.E.Ayr for the use of his photo and to Rochelle for keeping us all afloat week after week! To join in, just click on the frog below and follow the instructions to leave your link!
Riding along on her bicycle, Clara’s thoughts were filled with questions about her future when she spotted a pink boat with a ‘For Sale’ sign. Curious, she parked her bike to go investigate further.
“Hey there, Missy. What can I do for you?”
“I’m curious if one could live on this here boat?”
“Shore thing. Wanna look inside?”
“I do.”
“You by yourself or with someone?”
“Just me. My apartment has been taken over by the landlord and I’m in dire need of a new home.”
You ever have an idea, clear as the light of day, in your mind, but come time to put it down, nothing works? Take three, four, whatever, I have decided to just put it out as is. Thank you, Ms Crispina, for your wonderful challenge. It always is, for me, to come up with something and I couldn’t NOT participate in number one hundred, right?
Like father, like son. You have the lean perfectly, my boy. But why, for goodness sakes, did you plant yourself in the middle of the path?
You told me I needed to forge my own way so…
You might have tried a little further up, just saying.
Haha! You did the same, my son. Only befitting your son do the same. Of course, you can’t see it now with all the new arrivals. But once, you, too were right in the middle. Maybe you’ll end up like me one day, alone on the edge.
Or like us. No longer feeling part of nature as asphalt has been spread on what was once beautiful earth. ‘Tis the way of it, I suppose.
One day, though, I like to think we will take it all back.
There you have it. When I saw Crispina‘s photo, I knew exactly what I was going to do. And then, in my search for that photo I needed to join in the story I found a couple more. Ahhh… with a modification and a twist, I went for it. Apologies, Crisp! I blew the 150-word limit! I’m surely forgiven… right?
The Plan
When I look back now, I realise this started at a very young age. The first time, I actually blamed myself for not paying attention, for not doing what I should, but no. I can see it wouldn’t have mattered. She’d have found a way. She waited till she knew I’d notice it too late and wouldn’t be able to go back to find it. She was just a baby for goodness sake! Still. Now? I’m sure she knew exactly what she was doing.
When she hit her teenage years, I could more fully understand. It had to be a conscious decision. Of course, back then, she was still of an age to run around and play, so it was less obvious.
As a young adult, I couldn’t understand this obsession. Did she really think it could possibly work? Leaving a balled up note inside, to boot? It seemed rather desperate, to me. Fairy tales were for children!
This time? My goodness. Now she has done it. No way it could be missed. She chose the flashiest colour and hung it up at eye-level.
For those of you participating in dVerse, I would not want to take up more of your time. Do not be shy and jump down to the title, saving you the extra 300 words of my preamble! Speaking of challenges, Merril is hosting Prosery Monday today and I cannot resist, especially since I was already working on this post when the challenge popped into my inbox. Of course, that meant limiting myself to 144 words but hey, why not? Today, we must use the line: “In their dreams they sleep with the moon.” – From Mary Oliver, “Death at Wind River”.
Eeesh… hard to believe it was two weeks ago, I promised Marina the moon. What can I say? Either time, stuff, fatigue, listlessness, other stuff, etc. got in the way. Or a combo of all. Or some. Neither here nor there, right? I’m here now. And how do you like that? The time it took me to do this, the moon is in the same phase-ish. Wait. Is it?
No, it isn’t. I had to look up just where in the moon’s phase I was when I took the photos. Though my camera says September 1st, I know it was August 31st (must find out how to change the settings on my camera). On August 31st, the moon was at 97% Illumination, in Waxing Gibbous, leading up to September 2nd’s Full Moon. I was going to post this tomorrow, September 15th, when she is at 5% Illumination, in Waning Crescent, leading up to September 17th’s New Moon. So. My timing (with a minor cheat) is bang on – mirror-style. Have I bored you? Or, like me, did you learn something new?
Enough blah blah, Rogerson, move on to your little story created using your pictures of the moon,taken on August 31st. A little music to get you in the mood…
The Moon, Playing Coquette
Like voyeurs, they watch, moonstruck, unwilling to leave, because on this night, the Moon plays temptress. Unabashedly, she prances around fully nude, but tonight, though her light is bright, she keeps a sliver of herself hidden.
She is playing the seductress with a reverse striptease. She flirts with the leaves on the trees, coyly covering and uncovering parts of herself.
First one side,
then the other, concealing more of herself each time she shifts.
It is sensuous dance that surprises the watchers. How can they be aroused by the addition rather than the removal of vestments? And yet they are. Enchanted, even.
At last, she finishes her dance, her new garment reminding her audience of a woman’s shoulder, decorated with lace.
They leave her, making their way to their beds and, in their dreams, they sleep with the moon, replaying her dance, in reverse.
It’s Wednesday! You know that means Friday… for Fictioneers, that is. Rochelle is hostess and supplier of photo this week. Should you wish to play along, just click on the frog below and add your link to your 100-word story. G’head. It’s fun!
“Cynthia, will you marry me?”
“No, Brad. Stop asking. You keep getting the same answer. When will you understand I like how things are?”
“But you love me, right?”
“Yes, I do.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“I don’t want to be married. I like my independence. What we have works. Why ruin a good thing?”
With a “Hmph!” Brad kissed her on the cheek and said, “Fine. I’ll pick you up after work.”
“Great! See ya later!”
…
As Brad approached Cynthia’s shop, he thought of a new way to ask her.
Welcome to Wednesday (is it still Wednesday? Yippers, for another hour, here in Montreal, anyway) where sometimes I play Friday Fictioneers. Rochelle keeps us keepin’ on and this week, it’s with the help of C.E. Ayr’s photo. Should you want to play, just click on the frog below and add your own 100-word story which includes a beginning, middle and end. Remember, it’s not what you look at, it’s what you see 😉
Next Best Thing To the Real Thing
Hard to believe we’re in a hotel. My goodness! It feels like we are in the middle of New York!
Welcome to Vegas! Come, let me show you more. They even have a mini Coney Island, including a roller coaster that —
Wait. I hear music. Look! A piano bar!
Yeah. It has duelling pianos. We’ll have a drink there first then dine at Gallagher’s for the best dry-aged beef you’ve ever tasted.
