Travel Tube – Tell Me a Story Challenge

Di, over at Pensitivity101 decided to tag me in this chain of sorts… Seeing the photo and feeling it was way out of my comfort level, I, of course, could not refuse.  It’s a glutton-for-punishment thing…

Travel Tube

Jules felt the dizzying twist, spin and pull that always accompanied portal tube travel.  She didn’t think she’d ever get completely used to it even though she did notice that with each successive trip the nausea eased somewhat giving her the hope that one day she would actually fly through that ring and come out the other side with her peachy complexion intact rather than this greyish-green tint. She could also do without the burn of bile at the back of her throat just waiting for a moment of weakness.

How she managed to remain upright when she emerged was beyond her!

She could feel her senses return to normal and gingerly patted herself down to make sure all was intact.  Which was utterly ridiculous as she had been told to stop worrying about it.  Still, once satisfied, she surveyed her surroundings.

Dammit!  All that and I’m not even and 5th Avenue and 57th Street?  Gawd, she missed the olden days when you could use the subway…

167 words

So, here’s how it works… I had to

  1. Write a story based on the photo above,
  2. Pick a picture of my own, see below
  3. Tag three bloggers to play along (not easy, because not all like to play these sorts of games…)

So, without further ado, I nominate the following three bloggers, who, I want you to know, are under no obligation to play along at all…

  1. Crispina at Crimsonprose
  2. Lynn at Word Shamble
  3. Merril at Yesterday and Today

And here is my photo:

As mentioned, this is a totally voluntary thing!

Weekend Writing Prompt #89 – Silhouette

I just finished watching a biopic of Jane Fonda and was inspired by something she said.  Suddenly I knew what I wanted to write for this challenge.

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 party.

Word Prompt

Silhouette

Challenge

It took me years

To reside comfortably within my own skin

No longer a silhouette of myself

I can feel my anger

I can feel my judgments

I can feel my kindness

Everything that makes up who I am

Including the fact that I just may be

Stonger and braver than the man I am with

Which is difficult for him

But necessary for me

Under the Calabash Tree

Good Boxing Day (for those who “celebrate the crush of bodies in stores the day after Christmas) my peeps.  Hope you are not suffering from a hangover, food or booze-related!  Took me a good while to get myself going today (giving you the idea that I actually have got myself going at all).  The crash after the excitement, I guess!

Thank you to Rochelle for keeping this here party going even during the holidays.  And thank you to Randy Mazie for allowing us to use this photo – for the second time, it would seem.  Before my time 😉  Wanna play with us?  Click on Rochelle’s name for the how-to’s and then click on the Blue Frog to add your link to your own 100-word creation!

©Randy Mazie

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Under the Calabash Tree

The heat is stifling, made more so by the number of people crammed into our little house.  Family gatherings are wonderful and I love them until the press of bodies causes me to seek relief.

I sneak out the back door, unnoticed.  I want no company.  No one alive, anyway.  Except for the goat.  She is always welcome.

I whistle as I make my way to the shade of the calabash tree. One day I’ll remember to bring a damn chair.

I take out my notebook and pencil and begin to write.  I dream of being the next George Lamming.

Feel the Rumble – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday evening, my peeps!  It’s Friday Fictioneers time and I have finally come up with something.  Having already written a post about my son’s love for trains as a boy and another on wanting to run away via train, I was a tad stumped.  What to write about?  My creative muse having abandoned me completely, I had to rely on a fond memory.

Thanks always to Rochelle for being the hostess with the mostest and this week, a thank you to Dawn M. Miller for the use of this beautiful picture.

Do try your hand at a 100-word story based on this photo by adding your link to the blue frog below!

 

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Feel the Rumble

Sitting around the dinner table the sounds of her guests enjoying themselves pleased her.

Suddenly, everyone stilled, silence reigned and they turned to her wide-eyed.

“What the hell was that?” one queried.

“What do you mean?”

“That rumble.  Earthquake?  Didn’t you feel it?  And it sounds like glasses are crashing inside your china cabinet.”

“What rumble?”  She frowned.  “Oh that!  Ha ha!  That was the train!  I don’t even notice it anymore and I didn’t hear the glasses because of the party.  Every few months or so, I have to push them back because they jiggle with each train passing.

In Their Care – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday evening, my Readers!  It is that time of the week where Rochelle, our feisty leader, sends us a photo (thank you, Nick Allen, for graciously allowing us to borrow it)  and we must use our grey matter and imagination to come up with a story that inspires, excites, entices, horrifies, or just plain amuses you.  From around the world comes all sorts of wonderful stories.  I kid you not!  Just click on the blue frog below and you’ll have access to anywhere from 70 to 100 stories!  Including this one.  Hey… how about you add yours?  Click on Rochelle‘s name and find out the how-tos and then add your story to the list!

 

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In Their Care

As a self-sufficient and capable man, he was no stranger to the myriad tools stored neatly in his huge shed.  From saws to planers to drills; name it, he had it ~ all bearing a well-worn patina.  Also parked neatly were a lawnmower/snowblower, a four-wheeler and a big log-splitter.  The man could take care of himself.

Until he couldn’t.

His grandsons minded the place for him. They drained the gas from the vehicles, sold off his tools for peanuts, turned the house into a pigstye.  The lawn had become one giant junkyard.

All that was left undisturbed were his oil cans.

 

Bridal Veil Falls, Unlimited – What Pegman Saw

This week Pegman is back in the Southwestern US, in Bridal Veil Falls, Utah. Your mission is to write up to 150 words inspired by the prompt. Feel free to use the photo provided, or take your own tour of scenic Utah for something that inspires you.

Once your piece is polished, share it with others using the link up below. Reading and commenting on others’ work is part of the fun!

Thanks to Karen and Josh for hosting this challenge.  In my search for ideas for a story, I discovered that Bridal Veil Falls is an uninspired name – or rather, an over-inspired name 😉

©Ron Johnson, Google Maps

Bridal Veil Falls, Unlimited

“We can cross Utah off our list, now.  That’s how many, so far, just in the States?”

“Lemme see:  we went to Highlands, North Carolina, up to the smallest of the three Niagara falls in New York.  We came west and stopped at Telluride, Colorado, and now, here in Provo, Utah.  Means, four, so far.  Next we go to Yosemite Valley in California then we start the Canadian ones!”

“Seriously, of all the ‘Bridal Veil’ falls we’ve seen so far, this one looks the least like a bridal veil!”

“Gotta admit, you’re right.  Though, this one is special because it is a double cataract fall.”

“Meaning?”

“See how it looks like there are steps?  We can’t see the top one from here, but there is a pool for the first step, too.”

“A multi-tiered water fall.  So cool.  Can we climb up to the second pool?”

“Ya baby! Let’s go!”

The Big Picture – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning, my Readers.  Our esteemed leader, Rochelle, has offered up my picture this week.  I’m beyond flattered.  A few of you mentioned that you wanted a follow up of last week’s prompt, thing that I never do, partly because I’m not clever enough and it has never occurred to me to even do so, and mostly because this challenge is to create a stand-alone story in 100-words or less…

That said, this came to me and, though it stands alone (I hope) it can also be the next part (sorta).

Should you wish to read more stories generated from this image, please click on the blue frog below.  Better yet, write your own 100-word story and add your link, then read others 😉

 

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The Big Picture

She came to, befuddled, wondering how she ended up beside this small waterfall.  The last thing she remembered was leaning in to take a picture.

Where was her camera?  She rarely went anywhere without it.

Sitting on the bank, watching the water cascade over the rocks, she tried to piece together the last, what? How much time had passed?

She heard a voice but could not discern where it came from.

“You must stop looking at life simply through a camera lens.  You’re missing the big picture as you zoom in on the little bits.  Back up, you’ll see more.”