Hey! Hey! Hey! Looky here! Rochelle found a way to kick me into gear and get me to Friday Fictioneer with my Friends. Pretty sneaky, you ask me. But then again, I have been away for eons… Nice to be back to play with you. If you want to play with us, just click on the sunbathing frog below and add your linky-link to your 100-word story!
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You gonna set up a table, too?
Why the hell don’t you set up on the walkway. You know, where there is NO snow?
That too. Plus you know how much I hate when there is snow at my birthday.
And your point is?
Hate is not good for your health. I have to embrace it. So, I’m sunbathing.
Language! What’s it to you anyway?
Feeling left out.
Only one chair. You didn’t invite me.
You just mocked me!
Changed my mind. Whimsy is good.
Grab another chair, then.
It’s Friday Fictioneers – the time where we fool you because it’s only Wednesday but we play for Friday. In advance. Coz we can. This week our loyal and tireless leader, Rochelle, has shared Anne Higa’s lovely photo. Now, it woulda been easy to wax poetic on Tuscany coz those who know me, know I’m rather obsessed with the region. However, I’m not giving you the option of calling me predictable. No siree. This came to me as I was pouring my coffee, truth be told. I’m still struggling with finding the pretty words for yesterday’s challenge so I figured I’d give that a rest and jump on this one. Ain’t it grand? K. ‘Nuff small talk. If you want to write something more betterer or inneresting, just click on the frog below and add your 100-word story link. G’head, I dare ya!
She’s been a bit off lately, dontcha think?
What’d’you mean, off? She’s not feeling well?
No, Haven’t you noticed? Her pictures are a bit wonky.
Wonky? How so?
Well, last week, the picture was all like on a crazy angle like all the people were gonna fall off the edge and now look at this one!
You’re such a dumbarse! Last week she was being all artistic like, see? But this week it’s fine.
But, look at that!
It’s normal. That’s how the building tilts. It’s not called the Leaning Tower of Pisa for nothing!
Oh. Right. I knew that.
It’s Wednesday! That’s right. It means Friday Fictioneers time. Rochelle keeps on keeping on so the least we can do is try to participate. And I do. Mostly. Wasn’t gonna this week, coz photos like this bug the crap out of me but hey… why not work that in? A thanks to Roger Bultot for creating my mood 😉 If you wanna play along, just click on the frog and add your 100-word story link. G’head, it’s fun!
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Not enough ground coffee for my first cup this morning.
So grind more and stop bitching.
Why don’t you go pick up your wet towel from the bathroom floor and bugger off.
Jeez. Who pissed in your cereal this morning?
Whatever. You know it annoys me and yet you still do it.
Why don’t you get your grumpy-ass writing your Friday Fictioneers. Might change your mindset.
Did you see the photo? Why do people take photos like that on an angle?
I suspect to get the whole image in…
Are you still breathing my air?
It’s Wednesday! Friday Fictioneers is here! And would you looky here… Rochelle is using our little trouble-maker, Omelette, for the prompt. Sorry she is blurry. It was one of those “quick before she jumps” situations. Can’t very well diss my own pic now, can I? How about you click on the frogs below to check out the other 100-word stories, or, how about you add your own link?
Haha! Cute! Does she always hide inside the bookshelf?
Yep! I’ve decided to start using her as a helper.
Ever watch The Tonight Show when Jimmy Fallon uses cute puppies to choose the Super Bowl winner?
Actually, I have.
Well, my guy uses his cats in the same manner. ‘Course, this year he had a 50/50 chance as they each chose a different team. I thought they should be disqualified but hey, who am I to judge?
So what’s your point?
Sorry, Got carried away. She helps me choose my next book to read!
Hope she changes shelf sometimes…
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. The term in French has been heard a time or two within my family, ergo… my first line 😉
Arrête de faire ta capricieuse!
What? Capricious? Me? Wherever did you get that notion?
You don’t know what you want.
I DO know what I want!
No. You change your mind like the wind changes direction with no rhyme or reason.
So? Keeps me interesting!
No. It means you’re mercurial.
You exhaust me.
Random capricious photo
So funny that I happened to take a helicopter flying in the same angle as Crispina’s plane. When I saw this challenge, I knew I had to play. I decided to go ironic this time. It sure feels like this is how things work sometimes…
This is not the time to criticize.
Not the time to say who is better at what, ok?
We each have our talents and lacks.
That’s neither here, nor there.
The important thing now is to work together.
We need to divide and conquer.
That IS working together! We can cover more territory this way!
You go left, I’ll go right. We meet in the middle on the other side.
Good? Excellent. Go!
So? What did you find?
Whaddaya mean you don’t know what you were looking for?
For fuck’s sakes.
While the wind is making like the big bad wolf, and I’m winding down from my office party, I decided to let the word prompt get my creativity flowing.
As Sammi tells it: 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.
Gonna have fun tonight! Weddings always are, don’t you think?
Yep. Good food, good drink, good music. Drunken uncles…
Oh wait. I just remembered. It’s a dry wedding
Da hell’s a dry wedding?
No booze! This is bullshit. I’m out.
We can always smuggle some booze in, what say you?
I got a couple flasks…
Now you’re talkin’!
We’ll be the drunken uncles!
It’s Wednesday and I was not going to play Friday Fictioneers this week. (No apologies after all, Rochelle!) I was going to work on one of the two dVerse poems that have piqued my interest. However, after a crappy night of sleep and a repeated pressing of the snooze button, my morning walk was forsaken. Plus, it’s damn cold out there. My motivation was lacking (of course, when it hits mid-day and I realise that I still have not half of my steps, I shall curse this morning’s decision. Until then, however, I hope you enjoy my little exchange that, while not exactly verbatim, is pretty damn close. Should you feel like sharing your 100-word story inspired by Claire Fuller’s photo, do click on the frog below and add your link!
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I want my garage back. Now. I bought a house with a garage so I could actually park my car inside and it’s getting cold.
Yeah, yeah, I know. I’ll take care of it.
Whose tires are those?
Bloody hell. It’s December seventh. By law we have to have our snow tires on our cars by December first.
I know! So eight of these tires are our summer tires! The others are what?
Going to be sold.
It’s too late!
They’re out of the way now, right?
As you can see, the garage situation was taken care of and yes, the tires are out of the way… as well as all the other stuff that had taken over.
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. I decided to go the fashion route. And I am cheating a little… Wasn’t quite an empire waist 😉 Apologies on the quality of the photo below. Picture of a picture and all that 😉 Should you wish to participate in this challenge, click here to add your link. Thank you, Sammi for your weekly challenge!
Benefits of an Empire Waist
It’s a second marriage; you’re wearing white?
Not white, ecru.
What? Would you have me wear red, since I’m a divorcée, who then had three children out of wedlock?
Don’t be silly. You’re marrying the father of your children.
That’s right. Anyway, what do you think of this one?
I like the style. Sort of Grecian.
I like the empire waist.
Hides your lumps.
So not cool.
Good Wednesday! It is time for Friday Fictioneers, where a bunch of us rush to post on Wednesday because Friday seems too far away. This week our lovely leader, Rochelle, has gotten the rights to Jennifer Pendergast’s lovely photo. Did an idea pop into your head upon seeing this lovely bit of children’s art? Then by all means, do share by clicking on my Lego frog below and add the link to your 100-word story!
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Hey babe, what are you up to?
I’m creating a collage.
It looks like a child made it.
Good, it’s supposed to. I am calling it “Innocence at Play”.
No, seriously. It looks like a three year old made it.
Right. And like I said, that is good. It’s what I’m aiming for.
Are you telling me that you will get paid for this crap?
It is not crap. It is art. And yes, I will.
The shit you can get away with when you are a recognized artist.
Isn’t it grand? Plus, it pays the mortgage, so stop bitching.