The Plan – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #98

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.

Surely Prince Charming would find THIS one?

Next Best Thing to the Real Thing – Friday Fictioneers

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 😉

EPS Illustration - Frog with movie clapper. Vector Clipart gg95713744 - GoGraph

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.

This is so cool. Where are we going tomorrow?

I’m taking you to Paris, Baby.

Then?

How about Venice?

It’s the next best thing to the real thing!

 

Purpling Everything – CCC#94 & dVerse

I knew kinda-sorta where I wanted to go with this Crispina’s challenge but didn’t know where to start. Then the dVerse challenge came in and helped me move.  Björn is hosting and decided we need to verb our nouns, so to speak.  We are to Meet the Bar, Verbing, he says, which has inspired me to do what I rarely do, which is to put two challenges together.

Purpling Everything

 

I need to chocolate, my muse is confused

Maybe wine instead, words stuck in my head

I will trellis my way till I find what to say

Or snake and wiggle, till I get a giggle

 

Then Crispina showed up and said

Why don’t you purple instead

it’s better for your health

not to mention your wealth

 

And I couldn’t help but smile

I see you’ve been purpling awhile

That I have indeed

from my fence to my head to this pretty weed

 

Searching For My Inner Artist – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday afternoon! It’s a gorgeous, not too hot and sticky day here in the Montreal area. So sorry for those of you in the stinkin’ hot States right now. Sending out good vibes that this heat abates soon. Till then, how about a little silly Friday Fictioneer story, hosted by our illustrious leader, who also supplied her own photo, Rochelle. Better yet, how’s about you add your own little 100-word story to go with? Yeah? Click on the frog below and add your link. Easy-peasy!

©Rochelle Wisoff(no-e)-Fields

Come paint with us!

Searching For My Inner Artist

What’s all this?

Searching for my inner artist. Figuring my father must have given me a smidgeon of his artistic genes.

You can’t even draw stickmen, why would you think you can paint?

Dunno. I feel this might be a medium I could play with. More abstract, yanno? Doesn’t have to be so precise and detailed.

That’s the case with all types of paints, by the way. And it’s not as easy as it looks.

I know I am no Rochelle, Monika or Louise, but can’t hurt to try?

Why not stick to photography? It IS an art form, too…

Some Assembly Required – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #88

Good afternoon.  It’s Friday!  And for most people, that means the end of the workweek… for me? It means it’s Sunday.  Does it matter?  No, because come Monday, it’s my Saturday… confused?  So am I.  So let’s just skip this nonsense and get to Crispina’s lovely challenge number 88, shall we?

 

Some Assembly Required

Got all the pieces?

Yep. Here they are all lined up.

 

They don’t seem to make much sense.  Where’s the instruction sheet?

I don’t have it.

What do you mean you don’t have it? Didn’t it come inside the box?

Ummm. Yeah.

So?

I chucked it.

What the hell would you do that for?

Instructions are for pussies!  Plus, it was in Chinese!

You’re telling me they didn’t have an English version? C’mon man…

Well, they did, but the translation was so bad, I figured it would be best if we just tried to figure it out ourselves.

Oh, for heaven’s sake.  Lemme see the box cover, so we can have an idea.

I can’t for the life of me see how those pieces will make this.

I can’t either. I think we got screwed.

Big time.

 

Snail Mail – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday! Time for another episode of Friday Fictioneers!  Our illustrious leader, Rochelle, has challenged us once again to use a photo and write a 100-word-max story inspired by it. This week, it is Jean L. Hays’ photo. Should you dare (g’head, try it!) click on the frog below and add your link.  It’s fun and addictive.

©Jean L. Hays

Snail Mail

She had been waiting for her lover’s letter for ages.

Patience, she told herself. There is nothing you can do, so stop fretting.  She refused to believe it was anything else but an extremely slow postal service. They did call it “snail mail” after all!

The grandfather clock in her hallway chimed eleven times, reminding her the mailman had passed.

She made her way down the driveway, telling herself not to expect anything.

What now, a box? Oh right, she was expecting a clipper for her dog.

Phooey. Not even for her. It was addressed to the former owners. Sigh.

Weekend Writing Prompt #165 – Cavalier

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.

Always a thank you to Sammi for hosting this weekly shindig!

 

 

How DO you pronounce this word?

It depends on your level of cultural know-how.

Pffft.

Okay, and your mother tongue.

An anglophone, such as you, will pronounce it KA-VA-LEER.  I can’t help but think of a cad, someone disdainful.

However, if you are a francophone, comme moi, you pronounce it KA-VA-LI-YAY. Way more debonair, n’est-ce pas? Brings to mind a gallant knight, a gentleman.

 

OK. Random photo. Only thing I had remotely knight-like was this one made of butter!

 

Fountain of Youth? – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #87

I was going to go a whole ‘nother route. Even had a kinda/sorta matchy-matchy but then this popped into my head so I felt it best to just run with it.  Thanks to Crispina for hosting this fun party weekly.

Fountain of Youth?

I think we found it!

Found what?

The Fountain of Youth!

Seriously?  Looks more like a wishing well to me.

Ye, of little faith.

Don’t you find it a tad small to be anything of that sort?

Maybe that’s why it’s been so hard to find. People must have been looking for something way more grandiose.

Maybe it’s been hard to find because it only exists in myths! Besides, it’s not even deep enough to go to your knees!

Who says we have to go IN it?  Maybe all we have to do is drink from it.

You may have a point.

Hah! You willing to agree this might be it?

Ummmm… sure.  So, go ahead. Give it a taste.

You go first.

Your Fountain, YOU go first!

Fine. The water looks clear enough.

Yeah, you can see all the coins people have thrown in, thinking it’s a wishing well.

 

 

Just For You – Friday Fictioneers

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

Click me to play!

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.

Picture Perfect – Friday Fictioneers

Wednesday is here already. Is it me or is time flying? Seems like it, doesn’t it? Some days are slow as snails but somehow those days become a week gone by in a flash.  OK, enough blah, blah.  Thanks always, to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers so diligently and this week, thanks to Ted Strutz for this quirky photo.  To play along, just click on the frog below and add your link.

©Ted Strutz

Picture Perfect

Are you gonna eat that or take pictures of it all day?

My Instagram followers expect me to keep them entertained.

Pffft! Stupidest thing I ever heard.  How the hell did taking a picture of your lunch become a thing?

I dunno, now you mention it. Did you know some people make a living at it?

Seriously? Here, take a picture of mine!

There’s almost nothing left! Did you even taste it?

Yeah, I did. While it was hot. Tell your fans the proof is in the picture.

Haha.  Funny guy.

Can I have a chip?

Whatsamatter? Eat too fast?