A Drive West – What Pegman Saw

This week Pegman takes us to Manitoba, Canada. Feel free to use the location/picture supplied with the prompt, our take your own tour of Manitoba via Google Maps and find a view to inspire you.

Your mission is to write up to 150 words inspired by the week’s location. You may write poetry, prose, or essay. Once your piece is polished, share it with others using the linkup below. Reading and commenting on others’ stories is part of the fun!

Now, I find this quite humorous that Karen has chosen the whole province of Manitoba over a single region or city. (I tease you, Karen.)  That said, I am totally cheating and using my own photograph, taken in August 1993 when I went on my first honeymoon.  Yes, I had one of those starter marriages that was over before you could say Boo!  That said, we have remained friends and all is well and it was a wonderful trip.

Hurry up! I’m being eaten alive!

A Drive West

“We’re going to drive west, camping along the way till we get to Vancouver, stay a few days and drive back through the States.”

“Exciting honeymoon. Not.”

“Pffft! I drove across with my folks when I was 21.  We have a beautiful country.”

“If you say so.  You should fly over the boring Prairies. There’s nothing to see there!”

“Says you who has never been outside Quebec.”

“I hear–”

“Never mind, you hear. Until you DO, you’ve nothing to say.”

“You know what we should have done? Skip Ontario! Bloody hell. Three days to cross it seeing nothing but trees and rocks!”

“And what is this about the prairies being boring? It’s beautiful here. You can pretend you are in Tuscany with all these beautiful sunflowers!”

“Yeah. That said. In Tuscany, they don’t have skeeters big enough to take you away! What the hell? Are they fertilized to grow so big?”

Weekend Writing Prompt #118 – Song

Been away for a few days so lots of catching up to do 😉  This word could have gone in so many directions but they say to stick with the first one that pops into your head, so that’s what I “done did”! 

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 yuu, Sammi!

Word Prompt

Song

Challenge

Have you ever associated a song to a person?

“Hard to Handle” will always be Patti’s. I see her, sitting in her dining room, head resting on her hand, elbow on the back of her chair while she sings along.

“Free Fallin'” will always be Brenda’s coz she and Mick sang that one when they were feelin’ no pain.

“Crystal Ball” is my cousin Sonya’s because we would belt it out dancing down the main drag in Lac-des-Plages when we were sixteen.

I recently found out that this last song was my song, assigned by my friend Tina! How cool is that?

Patti and Brenda

 

 

Requital – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #39

This is out of my norm but it’s all Crispina’s fault. She gave me the idea so I ran with it. This is a part two of my Friday Fictioneer story, though I hope this stands alone.  Should you want to read it, click here.  As always, the CCC challenge is open to so many possibilities. To play, click on the CCC and see the rules and regs.  Easy peasy! Today, no poetry, though 😉

Have a fabulous day!

Requital

“Hello, John. Sleep well?”

“Why am I chained?”

“To show you how much I love you. You know, like you did Sally, Francesca, Maria and Brenda. Brenda was my best friend. You wouldn’t know because you cut her off from us. I tried to warn her about you but she wouldn’t listen.”

“Oh, gimme a break. She was an easy mark.”

“Still so cocky.”

He stretched out his arm, pleading, “No. This is real. I love you.”

“Oh, can it, already! You’re so full of yourself. I’ve been studying you for a long time. I knew exactly how to reel you in. It was so easy to pretend you were my whole world.”

“Anna?”

“Sorry, Shark Bait. Too bad you cut yourself while fixing your motor and a wave knocked you off your boat.

She sliced his outstretched arm, pressed a button and released him into the sea.

“Bye, John.”

Word count: 150

Consumed – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning, my readers. I hope your weather has cooled a bit as ours has. (Those who have been cooking these past weeks, that is) Rochelle is busy sunning herself on the beaches of South Carolina and has rerun this picture by Randy Mazie from December 2013. It’s before my time so is new to me!  Thank you, Rochelle, for hosting even when you are out gallivanting!

Click on the blue frog below if you wanna add your own 100-word story.  G’head, don’t be shy!

G’head click me

Consumed

He would have to use a surreptitious, if not furtive, approach to getting close to her as her barriers were firmly in place. He wondered briefly why this was so then dismissed it as unimportant. He was not attracted to easy.

Bit by bit, moment by moment, day by day, he made progress, searching for and finding her every vulnerability, fulfilling her every desire. Her barricades crumbled as he charmed and wove his way in.

When she was finally completely consumed by him, he strangled the life out of her. He got what he wanted and was no longer attracted.

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For you those of you who’ve passed by a tad later, you are lucky, well, I like to think so, anyway, in that I have written the follow up of this here tale. To read it, just click here.

Weekend Writing Prompt #117 – Antipathy

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!

Word Prompt

Antipathy

Challenge

It’s not in my DNA

I cannot muster sympathy for whining

My tolerance for whinging is nil

Moaning about your life

And doing nothing about it

Is antipathy to me

Which Way to Sturgis? – What Pegman Saw

There were so many things I was going to write about but hesitated to bring up yet another memory. It came real close, though! Instead, I figured I’d do a little fiction. Of course, no way in hell a biker would ever get lost, right?

This week Pegman takes us to the Black Hills in South Dakota in the West-Midwest, United States. Your mission is to write up to 150 words inspired by the prompt. Once your piece is polished, share it with others using the linkup below. Reading and commenting on others’ work is part of the fun!

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Which Way to Sturgis?

Shit. I am completely lost. I probably should have joined the group in Rapid City. Instead I told them I’d meet them in Sturgis by August 1st so we could all participate in this year’s rally.

For the first time in years I took extra time for my holiday and figured I’d finally take that personal road trip through the Black Hills and see what I’ve been dreaming about. They scoffed at me for wanting to see Mount Rushmore. Too touristy and obvious. Oh, like the whole Sturgis thing isn’t, right? Whatevs, this is my trip and I visited what I wanted to. I wanted to ride through the Badlands and see Crazy Horse Memorial. I even wanted to ride through Custer State Park to see the wild bison.

I did and it was great. No regrets whatsoever. Time to make my way to my buddies.

Which way to Sturgis?

In the Weeds – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #38

I’m kinda liking this me who takes pen to paper to jot down snippets of writings in quiet moments.  Yes, I do this at work, where I should be pretending to be busy. It is quiet in the mornings, so I find myself reflecting. And what better way to use those reflections than to answer a challenge. Thank you, Crispina, for giving me the opportunity to be productive in a different way 😉

In the Weeds

Been feeling in the weeds

Too much to do

So little desire to do it

The temps scream vacation, so

Also been feeling nostalgic

To a time when I was part of a We

 

It’s “Construction Holiday” here in Quebec

Ridiculous idea when you consider our seasons

Stop all construction (road-work excluded)

For the last two weeks of July

Holiday primetime in a short summer

 

On the road I see

Caravans of campers

I can’t help but remember when

We were one of them

 

Those days are gone now

And who knows?

Maybe they would have been anyway

The boys, now young men, doing their own thing

What would we be doing instead?

 

I stop myself before I fall into wallowing

It’s not my way

But

I can’t help wishing a little

 

So I look at my weeds

And change my perception

Move away from the past

Don’t stress about the future

Be in the moment

They’re pretty weeds anyway