Weekend Writing Prompt #110 – Glacial

Happy Father’s Day to my Daddy Readers! On this day I am missing my own father as well as the father of my sons.

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. Thanks, Sammi, for this most excellent challenge.

Word Prompt

Glacial

Challenge

Time

I understand it to be linear

And nonlinear time is but a theory

Why is it that sometimes

One day lasts a year; a year flies by in a second?

State of mind? Perception? Nonlinear time?

When I fear or dread an upcoming event

It shows up at the speed of light

When I desperately want something to happen

It goes at a glacial pace

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Farmer’s Daughter – Crimsons Creative Challenge #30

I struggled with this one. I ended up reading all the other submissions and ditched one idea after another as they had already been done. I resorted to YouTube and landed on the song below so, voilà, my story was totally inspired by it. Might be cliché but hey. Why the hell not?

Thank you, Crispina, for issuing this weekly challenge! In an odd way, I like when I’m stumped and have to search 😉

Farmer’s Daughter

Rodney and Claire parked their shiny new tractor on the edge of the field, grabbed their picnic basket and took to their trail. They spread out their blanket under the huge willow next to the stream.

“I can’t believe we are married, Rod. To think you just came for a summer job, all scrawny and green but willing to work hard.”

“Life is funny that way. To think I was about to up and quit till you showed up. Sometimes I think Bob tried to hide you from me!” he winked.

“Haha! Nah. I was away at boarding school in the city you were escaping from. Guess the Universe had other plans for us.”

“Have I told you how much I love you and your ‘Universe’?”

Claire took his face in her hands and kissed him. She then looked deeply into his eyes. “Think you have enough love for another?”

 

Word count:  150

Worth the Risk – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #26

Crimson’s Creative Challenge is upon us once again.  Though we can respond in so many ways, I was compelled to go with both poetry AND  responding photo (OK, I often include a responding photo without saying so 😉 )

To find out how to respond, just click here and Crispina lays it all out!  Thanks for the challenge!

Worth the Risk

Way up high and out of reach

Visible but to discerning eye

Accessibility, an illusion

To most, the climb too high

 

No path to speak of, here

Must not have fear of risk

Briers and brambles will hinder

And still, arrival guarantees no bliss

 

No promise made, is the one thing certain

Though a measure of satisfaction may be derived

To have made the journey with heart wide open

Will always be better than to never have tried.

 

~ 81 words

Stories My Father Told Me – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning my readers!  You know what day it is? Yep… hump day AND Friday Fictioneers day!  Today’s photo of a synagogue reminded me of my dad and his many stories of growing up in Montreal.  Thank you, Rochelle, for keeping this challenge interesting week after week.  And thank you Roger Bultot for allowing us to use your photo.

To join in the fun, click the blue frog below.  Not sure how?  Click on Rochelle’s name for the rules and regs.  Fun and teaches you to use your words sparingly!

©Roger Bultot

Click me!

 

Stories My Father Told Me

Dad always said he was a “goyim mit a Yiddishe kopf” (sic).¹  Grew up in the same ‘hood as Mordecai Richler, and considered himself a real Duddy Kravitz.  Loved to talk about “Shtunks”² — real name, Stringer — owners of the general store that he and his buddies used to torment in their youth. He sure respected the tattoo on their arms, though.  Was so pleased to introduce me to Mrs. Stringer before she passed.  “Such a bad boy was your father!” she scolded and laughed.  We finished our tour with a Wilensky Special.

Why did I not write these stories down?

___________

¹Men with a Jewish head (goy would be singular 😉 )

²Stinkers

Cheers

Weekend Writing Prompt #103 – Vulnerable

When I saw this one, I knew exactly where I wanted to go. Brené Brown‘s “Daring Greatly” speaks to me as I have always been afraid of allowing myself to be vulnerable.  Go figure.

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.  Thank you, Sammi, for holding this weekly challenge.

Word Prompt

Vulnerable

Challenge

Allowing yourself to be vulnerable

is not weakness

It is when you are most courageous

Because you show your true self

 

 

A Better Plan – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #23

Thought I was gonna forgo Crispina’s weekly challenge.  My head was too stuffed up to think up something half-assed decent.  Feelling better and since Zeke is too tired to go for a walk with me as he already went a-running, I figured I’d let him rest whilst I cooked up something for Crispina’s wonderful cabin photo.  Now I don’t usually do sequels, but I couldn’t resist. To find out the rules and regs (I mean, there are still two days before her next one, so… yanno, if’n ya want to) click here.

A Better Plan

Do think I’m going to trust you after that last crazy stunt you pulled trying to add spice?  Talk about overkill.”

Bill had the grace to look contrite.  “Not one of my finer moments, admittedly.  But Harry’s plan backfired, too, remember?  Helen had the crap scared out of her but it all worked out in the end.  Now they’re both spies!”

“For the love of…. that was a movie, you fool!  Plus Harry really was a spy so he was better equipped.”

” Yeah. Anyway.  Trust me.  Let me blindfold you.”

“No!”

“Gin, I promise.  This one you will love.  Turn around.”

“You better not—”

“Shhhh.  Now, sit quietly while I drive, please?”

Seething yet curious, Gin sat back, arms crossed, lips a thin line.

Bill stopped the car, opened the door for her, helped her out and free’d her eyes.

“Ta-dah!  Our weekend getaway.  Just you and me.”

“Oh, Bill!”

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150 words

Weekend Writing Prompt #102 – Impress

I almost did not participate this week.  However, today seems a good day to give thanks to those who might not realise that their actions, words, their just being them, mean to me.  I feel much love.

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.  Thank you, Sammi, for hosting this weekly challenge.  It’s one of my favourites.

Word Prompt

Impress

Challenge

 

There is something more than special about finding and being with people who get you

The ones who take you as you are with all your warts and idiosyncracies

They love you when you laugh and join in on your silliness

They love you when you cry and not only offer their shoulder but cry with you

You don’t have to impress them with anything material

You don’t have to put on airs and pretend to be someone you are not

To you, dear ones, who have given me time, muscles, spirit, space

Know your love for me is impressed deeply in my heart