Weekend Writing Prompt #145 – Abysmal

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 love this challenge, so thank you, Sammi.

Choices

Life is comprised of a series of aleatory happenstances. There is a fair mixture of dark and light, should we pay attention.

Those who focus only on the dark send their psyches into an abysmal place from which they feel they cannot escape.  A tragedy, if left uncared for.

Some see only the light, dismissing the dark completely; oblivious to it.  Is this a realistic choice? Is their life flat?

I like to think I am a mixture of both, taking from the dark and turning it to light, ever growing, always learning.

 

Over There – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #63

Hello, hello and welcome to Thursday!  Crispina has given us this cute little alpaca to play with this week.  And lo and behold guess what I have in my archives? You got it…  A little grass is greener on the other side happening here.  Hey, if you want to play, Crispina is open to pretty much anything.  Click here for the what’s what’s What!

Look at her over there, she is so lucky

She has friends to play with, she’s not alone

And is that a roof and a fence? She’s protected by the elements

Over There

Look at her over there, she is so lucky

She is alone, she doesn’t have to share

Green grass, no fence. She’s free to go where she wants

With a Thud

Here you are, feeling rather fabulous. The one who means the world to you tells you you are sexy. Your friends tell you you are looking great. Hell, you look at yourself in the mirror and say, Damn, Girl!  Looking good!.

You meet up with your beautiful and fabulous friend, Michèle, for a way-past-due lunch and you laugh and giggle and enjoy your tuna tartare and wine and dessert and coffee and next thing you know, you are the last ones in the restaurant and it’s been three hours of catching up.  A hug and a kiss and a promise it won’t be so long ’til the next time and we part ways.

I am right next to a large shopping mall so I figure I shall treat myself to something pretty and lacy. I have something in mind so I enter the store, walk around, don’t see what I want and move on to the next one.  Same thing until, bingo!  Exactomundo! And they have my size.  Now we’re talking. I enter the changing cabin, strip down to try on and suddenly, I am Cathy (shopping for suimsuits is just as disheartening).

So now my fabulous mood has vanished and I’m calling myself all sorts of names.  I chastise myself:  “Of course you had to ask for more croutons. Did you really need them?”

I get home, change into my workout clothes, bundle up and tell Zeke, who manages to work up a smidgeon of enthusiasm, that he cannot come as he is till limping and even if he were in fine form, I am on a mission and I have, no time for three hundred stop, sniff and pisses.  I look at my Fitbit and see I have 7000 steps to go. Or is it 8000? I don’t have my glasses and can’t see shit. Either way. I am out the door.

My pace is quick and my rant in my head turns into a composition for this here post. I walk and walk and walk. Check the Fitbit. Wha? Only 5K? Jee-zus.  Turn onto every curvy street determined to march off this mood.  Check again. 6K? WTF? Is this thing working?

Get to my house and I am a good 700 steps short. Screw it, I keep on and go once more around the block. I can’t believe it took me an HOUR to get my steps in!

I enter the house, pat Zeke on the head, strip and wash off because, despite being freeze-your-face cold, I have managed to work up a sweat.  Change back into regular clothes, take a look in the mirror, ignore my hat hair and note my bright eyes and rosy cheeks.

I then give myself a second scolding:  “Don’t you dare talk to yourself in that tone of voice again, Missy. D’y’hear me? You are fine, just like you are.  Next time go shopping BEFORE you eat lunch and drink half a bottle of wine. What the hell were you thinking?”

 

Repurposed – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday!  Hope all is well in your necks of the world.  This week’s Friday Fictioneers, as always hosted by the wonderful Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is brought to you through J. Hardy Carroll’s picture.  I could not help but go to Montreal for this one.  Should you have a different idea that you’d like to share, click on the frog below and add your 100-word story!

J. Hardy Carroll

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REPURPOSED

Let’s go visit the Biosphere on Parc Jean-Drapeau.

Wasn’t that the Expo ’67 American Pavillion?

Yep.  The most famous geodesic dome created.

Didn’t it burn to a crisp?

Yeah, sadly, a welding accident in ’76 while fixing the acrylic cover.

That blows. But then they fixed it up, right?

Took forever and by the’90’s became a water museum.

Cool. Wait. What happened during the ice storm in ’98?

Some damage and it was shut down for five months.  By 2007, Environment Canada decided it would be called an “Environment Museum”. Only one of its kind in North America.

So, worth a visit, then?

Absolutely!

 

 

For more on the Biosphere, click here

 

 

 

 

2019 Attitude of Gratitude Challenge

Funny how things work, sometimes.  I can’t remember if it was Thursday or Friday (2nd or 3rd of January) when I thought to myself: I wonder if Dawn is doing her Attitude of Gratitude thing this year. Not two days later (or three) what do I get in my inbox but Dawn’s post! Serendipity at its best. Let’s just say that if she hadn’t, I would have been sad and maybe, just maybe, I would have done my own anyway. It’s kinda nice to be part of something that already exists, dontcha think?

The rules are really simple.  Set the timer for 15 minutes and start listing – very stream of consciousness, this thing.  I will do exactly that by listing whatever pops into my head and at the end, shall return to my list and clean up typos, remove duplicates or even maybe cheat by adding more deets to the items, because, well, if I stop to write all the whys, then my list will be shorter.  Then again, this isn’t a contest so, does it matter just how many I have? Maybe cheating won’t even be necessary!  Okay, Rogerson, just shut up and write already.

The following are the things for which I am grateful or simply bring me joy and peace:

  1. B – for what you give and what you agree to receive;
  2. My sisters – no matter what’s what, they will be there
  3. Mom – same thing, without you, I’d not be here
  4. Dad – no longer here, you still influence some of my decisions
  5. Mick – no matter that you’ve been gone five years, you are still a huge presence, not to mention a great muse for my writing
  6. Writing – the ability to share what I want to say and have people receive it
  7. Reading – we learn so much about life, the world when we open ourselves to reading
  8. Friday Fictioneers and Rochelle in particular for being the first challenge that opened me up to writing more
  9. Blogosphere – for introducing me to so many fantastic writers
  10. Friends made over the blogosphere – it’s amazing how close we can become, like you, Sawsan, now a flesh and blood friend
  11. Julie, Giselle, Linda, Cathy – my girlfriends who are there to drink, eat and be merry with
  12. My guy friends – who keep me laughing
  13. My boys – for keeping me real – whether I like it or not
  14. The scent of petrichor in the summer
  15. The sound of rain on a window when lying in bed
  16. Being able to sit outside on a covered porch when it rains
  17. Big fluffy snow in winter, especially on Christmas Day
  18. Zeke – for giving me a reason to get out and enjoy the fresh air
  19. Standing outside, and realising all is silent and being in the moment
  20. Coffee!
  21. Wine (and beer or spirits 😉 )!
  22. The sound of the wind in the marcescent leaves
  23. My house – it keeps me safe from the elements
  24. My health – it might have blips from colds but otherwise, I’m healthy
  25. DK – for introducing me to soooo many books and for being you, who shares such beautiful things
  26. My laptop – which keeps me connected to so many people
  27. Hang Outs – which allows me to chat with my bestie face-to-face
  28. Warm thick socks in the winter
  29. Dresses in the summer
  30. My capacity (capability?) to smile through the tough stuff
  31. My ability to love freely
  32. Photography – a way to capture everything that grabs my attention
  33. Sunsets
  34. Being by the water – lake, river, ocean
  35. Travel – introducing me to cultures and broadening my horizons
  36. Cooking – not only to nourish but also to show my creativity
  37. Discovering my creativity, which I was so sure I didn’t have till it was pointed out to me
  38. Movies – being able to escape into another world for a couple of hours
  39. Merril – for introducing me to poetry and inspiring me to keep trying it
  40. Frank – because you introduced me to sooo many fabulous bloggers and your concerts were the best that I was honoured to act as your Maître D’ and because I want you to know that I am going to miss you – blogging. I shall hound you elsewhere 😉
  41. Light to see
  42. Dark to rest
  43. Love, in general – amorous or friendly
  44. Sex and the joy of sharing intimacy
  45. My eyes – so I can appreciate what is out there
  46. My ears – listening to the sounds around me, music, my loved ones’ voices
  47. My limbs – though they sometimes let me know they need more limbering
  48. My sense of humour – which helps keep me out of trouble
  49. My ability to connect with people of all stations
  50. My intellect – which permits me to have proper conversations on all sorts of things
  51. My curiosity – which keeps me learning always
  52. My snarkiness, which keeps me from not being taken seriously
  53. To you authors who trusted me with your works and allowed me to be a beta reader – I am beyond chuffed

Camping? – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday already. You know what that means! Yep, time for some Friday Fictioneering. This week’s photo is brought to us by c.e. ayr and reminded me of the Christmas/New Year of 2013/14. We spent Christmas in the Keys and New Year’s in Naples…

Thanks, always, to Rochelle for her willingness to keep this party going! If you want to join in, just click on my frog below and add your link with your 100-word story!

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Camping?

This is how the rich like to camp, I take it?

Yep! They each have their lot for a season. It’s like a community.

And they save some scraggly spots for those of us just passing through…

Uhhhh… Not so scraggly.

Right. Not loving it, to tell the truth. We are a bunch of sardines in a pretty can. And our sardine is lacking.

It’s not! We are one with the hoi-palloi!

You do know that means the riffraff, right?

Really? Shit. I thought it meant the rich and snooty.

Nope. That’s hoity-toity. Let’s go to a nice quiet wooded area.

Satisfied – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday, my peeps!  Hope the sun is shining for you today.  Here, we have been graced with a lovely white blanket of snow, just enough to brighten things up a bit.  I was getting worried we’d end up with a green Christmas this year… Course, that is still a week away…

This week our lovely leader, Rochelle chose my picture. How cool is that? And, as it would have been Mick’s 56th birthday today, I felt a little something that represents who he was, was in order.  Do join in on the fun and add your own 100-word story by clicking on the frog below!

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Satisfied

The location was perfect – a wonderful unobstructed view of his beloved river. He’d always wanted a property by the water.

The gazebo was perfect. As she knew it would be. He never failed at whatever he built. He always put such meticulous care into every thing he created with his talented hands. Only he ever saw whatever small flaws there might be. Try as we might, we could never find them but they drove him crazy. Perfectionist, he was.

She could just picture him sitting there, legs stretched out, beer in hand, grin on face. Satisfied, a job well done.