Weekend Writing Prompt #105 – Denial

Weekend Writing Prompt #105

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.

Wonderful that this is day one of year three of this wonderful prompt.  Thank you, Sammi!

 

“Have you been smoking, Suzie?”

“No, Mémère, why do you say that?”

“Are you absolutely sure you didn’t just smoke a cigarette in the bathroom?”

I had opened the window.  How could she tell?  Indignant denial was proof of my lie.  “No…”

Today, an ex-smoker, I can smell the slightest whiff of cigarette smoke on a person.  How I ever tried to pull the wool over my grandmother’s eyes was naiveté or a brazen act of bravado.

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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

Happy Trails – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning, my peeps!  It is time for another round of Friday Fictioneers, brought to you by our faithful leader Rochelle, who is, as we speak, on her way to Israel for a humanitarian endeavour with her cousin, Kent.  Happy trails to you both!!  And thank you to Jean L. Hayes for donating your picture.

I admit, I was completely corny this week.  How could I not be?  I mean, my name is Dale and my last name is Rogerson (a mere two letters off from Roy’s) and this picture just sang to me.  Apologies.  Next week I’ll be way more serious.  Buahahaha!  Sorry, no guarantees on that…

Now, if you can come up with a good story for this picture, please do and add your link by clicking on the blue frog below.  Not sure how, just click on Rochelle’s name above for the how-to’s.  Easy-peasy.  Now, forgive me 😉

©Jean L. Hayes

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Happy Trails

“Happy traiiiils, toooo youu, until we meet again!

Happy traiiiils to youuu, keep smiling until then!”

“Are you gonna sing that bloody song during the whole friggen ride?”

“You don’t like?  Seems rather appropriate as we ride our horses across this land.  This was a great idea for an activity, by the way.  It’s been ages since I rode a horse.”

“I doubt our trail leader is enjoying your nonsense, Roy.”

“You know what, Dale?  It sounds a lot better as a duet…

Who cares about the clouds when we’re togeeeeether?”
“Just sing a song, and bring the sunny weeeeeeaather!”

Filling in For Venice – What Pegman Saw

Today Pegman travels to the City of Bridges. A site of great historical importance in the French and Indian War of the 1750s, Fort Duquesne was built by the French at the confluence of the Allegheny and Monongahela rivers. The British replaced it with Fort Pitt a few years later and the city grew up around the military establishment.

Pittsburgh is an interesting city where skyscrapers tower over 18th-century fortifications and funicular railroads crawl up steep hillsides. Stroll and around and see if you can find something that interests you. When you’re done, write 150 words and link to the prompt using the frog below. Remember, reading and commenting is part of the fun!

Knowing nothing about Pittsburgh, I did me a little Googling (which is what this challenge is all about) and discovered more than I thought I would.  I might even be inclined to visit this place one day!

Thanks to Karen and Josh for hosting.

Filling in For Venice

“Pittsburgh?  You want to take me to Pittsburgh? Dude… That is not what I meant when I said I wanted to travel and discover new places. Pittsburgh is a long way off from Europe and not exactly what I would picture as a cultural place to traipse through.”

“Don’t be such a hardass. Give it a try, will ya?”

“I heard it rains a lot there.  Worse than Seattle!”

“So what? It rains a lot in England, yet you still want to go there.”

“Which is in Europe.”

“There are lots of things to see and do, I promise you.”

“I suppose…”

“Maybe we can even catch a baseball or a football game between visits of museums like the Carnegie or Andy Warhol.

“A little something for each of us, eh?”

“Wait, I didn’t tell you the best part.  Pittsburgh has 446 bridges.  Way more than Venice!”

“Next best thing, right?”

Weekend Writing Prompt #104 – Meander

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.  Shoot! Forgot to thank Sammi for hosting!

Word Prompt

Meander

Challenge

 

I could not help but remember one particular day when I was in Siena and got unbelievably lost.  One wrong turn and you are way not where you think you are!  Needless to say, I meandered more than my share.  Didn’t have a Fitbit at the time, but my phone said I clocked in more than 30K steps!

Walked up this street

Then down this other

Stepped to the side

Then up another

 

I have no fear

I am not lost

I turned to the left

This one I crossed?

 

Back to the right

I’ll find my way

I’ve meandered far

Have I gone astray?

 

 

 

What is Normal? – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #25

Crispina’s CCC challenge is one that I enjoy as it is open to pretty much anything!  All she asks is that we not go past 150 words.  To see just what you can do, click here.

What is Normal?

“She doesn’t get out enough!”

“Has she no real friends?”

“She should try to be more sociable.”

“Must she always be drawing on her pad?”

“I really don’t think this is good for her.”

“This is not normal behaviour.”

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Why can’t they just leave me alone?

They don’t understand that I am happy.

Who determines what is normal?

I have a terrific on-line community.

Not sociable! I participate in Comic-cons and expos. Seems to me that takes sociability.

I just wish they would stop judging me and accept me for who I am.

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Jennifer’s thoughts disappeared as she sat by the pond, drawing in her ever-present pad, the latest of many she had accumulated since she was old enough to hold a pencil.  How lucky she was to have parents who encouraged her, allowing her to become a successful artist, earning a living doing what she loves.

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This video is close to my heart as my niece created this as her graduating piece.  She dedicated it to both my late father and late husband, both who inspired and encouraged her.  This video also won her a trip to Switzerland!

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

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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?

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

²Stinkers

Cheers