Funny thing happened to me. Almost one month ago, I did a CCC challenge and used this here photo as part of my response, along with a little story. Here we are today, and Rochelle has
pilfered graciously asked to use this photo for this week’s FF. How could I not do a continuation of my first story? Well, yes, I didn’t have to but why not? I like to think this stands alone (as it’s supposed to) but hey, if you desire, you can read part one (that I didn’t know would be part one) right here. And if you have an even better story to create using this image, then, please, by all means, leave your link with the frogs below.
This is amazing. I should not have doubted you.
You really must learn to trust me and have fun.
It’s not that I don’t trust you. I just feel sometimes you are too fanciful.
Too fanciful? Seriously? And where are we now?
Okay, okay. Don’t get your knickers in a knot. You were right. This place is magical. And warm and welcoming. And what is that delicious scent?
I believe that delicious scent is the wonderful dinner you are going to buy me.
Looks like you have a decidedly realistic streak, as well.
All about balance. Shall we find a table?
‘Tis Wednesday! And with seven minutes left before I start work, I threw this together. So NOT where I was planning to go with it but hey… A little fun never hurts, right? This week, Rochelle did no pilfering, choosing her own photo – she likes to keep things on the up and up sometimes… Do join in on the fun, won’t you? Just click on the frog below and let ‘er rip. C’mon, you surely have 100 words in you somewhere…
I need to get away from here.
Just feel that I need to find myself.
For Pete’s sake. You’re into that woo woo bullshit stuff?
Not really. Just trying to say that I’m feeling a need to be alone and away from everything.
So, where do you want to go?
I was thinking Israel.
Really? Why? You’re not even Jewish.
I dunno. I’ve heard lots of nice things about Jerusalem.
Jerusalema ikhaya lami
Ah shit! Thanks a lot. Now I’m gonna have that song in my head all day!
There are worst things…
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!
Fine. I’ll shut up, then.
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!
Working From Home
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!
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!
A Boat Abode
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?”
“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.”
“And you thought a boat is a solution?”
“Not until I saw this one!”
It’s Wednesday and I’m on a roll! Friday Fictioneers is here with this wonderful photo by Sandra Crook. Thanks always to Rochelle for hosting this weekly party. If you care to join, please click on the frog below and add your 100-word story.
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This is perfect! I’ll take it!
Are you nuts? Look at this mess. Why the hell would you want to take it upon yourself to deal with this?
D’you remember “The World According to Garp”?
Crazy movie. But yeah. What’s your point?
Remember when the plane drove through the house they were visiting to potentially buy?
Like he said, ‘It’s been pre-disastered, we’re gonna be safe here.’ We can clean it up and get it going.
Honey… there’s a huge difference between a plane hitting a house and high tides brought on by storms!
Pish-tosh! I love it!
For those of you unfamiliar with the film…
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?
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?
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.
This is so cool. Where are we going tomorrow?
I’m taking you to Paris, Baby.
How about Venice?
It’s the next best thing to the real thing!
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.
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
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!
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…