Weekend Writing Prompt #310 – Treetop

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 on Sammi’s blog.

I haven’t played in a while so, why not, I say… Why not! (Wishing I was there, rather than here, watching the snow fall. Again.

wk 301 treetop


Now this was real ziplining!  None of that sissy, man-made tiny park, barely higher than twenty feet stuff.

THIS.  Costa Rica was where it was at!

We were in Guanacaste and ready to see the treetops by zipping from tree to tree with our toes tickling the canopy.

It amazed me that the further we went, the higher up it became.

Unforgettable fun.

Eternal road – The Final Stop – A book you won’t regret reading

I had the pleasure of beta reading this wonderful story and enjoyed it so it was a no-brainer for me to participate in any way I could to help launch it into orbit.  This story has a little bit of everything but rather than me repeating it all, please check out below.  Take it away, John.

New Book Launch – Eternal Road – The final stop.

Thank you so much for having me on your blog, Dale, and thank you for helping me launch this book. I know with work, kids, Zeke, and your blogging schedule, time can be a precious commodity. I appreciate you taking the time to help with the launch. Speaking of the book, let me describe it. Eternal Road is the story of two people finding their way through the selection process leading to the place where one will spend eternity. Yes, it is true. They both have passed away. James Wainwright just died in an auto accident. Samantha Tourneau died seventeen years before. Sam is James’s guide to help him decide where to spend eternity. This is not your usual thriller or paranormal romance. It is a piece of fiction that is a combination of inspiration, adventure, time travel, sci-fi, a touch of erotica, and a dash of spiritual. In short, it is a lot of things, but hopefully, a story that will make you happy to have read it.

It is now available on Amazon in paper and Kindle. The Kindle edition is introductory priced at 99¢ until October 15th

Here are the universal links



The blurb

James Wainwright picks up a hitchhiker and discovers two things 1. The woman he picks up is his childhood sweetheart, only Seventeen years older. 2. He is no longer of this world.

James began a road trip alone in his 1956 Oldsmobile. He stops for a hitchhiker only to discover she is his childhood sweetheart, Sam, who disappeared seventeen years before. James learns from Sam falling asleep miles back caused him to perish in a one-car accident. He also comes to understand that Sam was taken and murdered all those years ago, and now she has come back to help him find his eternal home.

The pair visit a number of times and places and are witness to a number of historical events. The rules dictate that they do no harm to the time continuum. Trying to be careful, they inadvertently come to the attention of Lucifer, who would love to have their souls as his subjects. They also find a threat to human survival and desperately need to put in place the fix necessary to save humankind.

The question becomes, will James find his eternal home in grace or lose the battle with Satan for his immortal soul and the future of human life with it? If you like time-travel, adventure, mystery, justice, and the supernatural, this story is for you.

An Excerpt

The pair go back to the cell area, and each chooses a bed. James takes one close to Sam’s and looks for a spot to place his candle. He spies the rough bedpost—nothing more than a two-by-four timber. After he makes sure to drip some wax, James sets the stick in the hot gloop so that the candle won’t tip over after the wax hardens. Once rid of the open flame, he props his long rifle on the wall, drops the pouch, and sits on the bed. He sighs with relief at getting off his feet.

Sam smiles. “That sigh comes from memory.”

“What are you talking about?”

“That feeling of contentment comes from memory. You could stand for a hundred years and not feel it.”

“Well, recollection or not, it feels good to sit down. What will we do about Attila?”

Sam sits up. “What do you mean by ‘do?’”

“Should we take his advice and call up old Lucifer?”

Sam places her hands behind her torso and leans backward. “I can’t see an upside to phoning the Devil. Can you?”

James shrugs. “Well, is there a downside to not calling?”

“I suppose he could get pissed off.”

“And do what?”

“I don’t know. Maybe poke us with a pitchfork.”

James lays back on the bed. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Of course. I’ve never run across this kind of thing before.”

“Isn’t there a helpline you could call?”

“Sorry, James. No helpline.”

“It still worries me why we ended up here.”

“Me too. It’s odd to think of one place and go to another.”
James rubs his chin and then stretches out on the hard bunk. He wishes he could come up with a quick answer. On the other bed, Sam sits cross-legged. James wants to know, “Doesn’t that hard cot bother you?”

“I could ask you the same question.”

“Right now, it feels good.”

“Another memory.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Because I don’t have an answer.”

James raises his hand. “Let’s call him, then. After all, he won’t talk on the phone. According to Attila, it has to happen in person.”

Sam rests her hand on her forehead. “Yeah, an in-person appointment with Lucifer. You know how nuts that sounds?”

James waves his hand in dismissal. “More nuts than a couple of spirits sitting in a jail cell in the middle of the Alamo in 1836?”

“Okay. I give. You’re right. Make the call.”

The trailer

John’s bio

John is an award-winning author who, after an extensive business career, began writing full time in 2012. His specialty is thriller fiction novels, but John also writes poetry and short stories. He has written five other books that are on Amazon in paperback and Kindle editions. The paperback versions are also available in the Indie Lector store

John lives in Lakeway, Texas, with his wife and their spoiled rescue pets.

Contact John

Blog Fiction Favorites, http://johnwhowell.com/

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Twitter –https://www.twitter.com/HowellWave

Goodreads –https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7751796.John_W_Howell

Amazon Author’s page –https://www.amazon.com/author/johnwhowell

John’s other books


Route Nationale 5 – What Pegman Saw

This week Pegman takes us to Madagascar., an island country in the Indian Ocean known for harboring cartoon zoo animals. Okay, just kidding. I’ll leave it to you to find the story in Madagascar. You’ve got up to 150 words, be it prose, poetry, essay, or a brand new format invented by you.

Feel free to use the location supplied in the prompt, or chose your own from the limited amount of photospheres and streetview in Madagascar.

Once your piece is polished, share it with others using the linkup below.

Raid RN5 – Off Road – @hiluxdago

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Route Nationale 5

“I’ve decided what our next adventure vacation is going to be.  Madagascar!”

“Land of the lemur, of the best vanilla?  Where my favourite Disney movie takes place?  I’m in!”

“I thought you might.  Now, while we are there, we shall participate in the RN5 Run.  It could take up to two-three days to complete.”

“Da hell is that?”

“It’s a route that you can only take by Four-Wheel Drive.  Only the most courageous take it.  We have to time it because it’s completely impassable in January and February.  The first leg is from Soanierana-Ivongo to Mananara and the second is from Mananara to Maroantsetra.  We’ll see sheer cliffs, deep sand, mud (lots of it), jungle, animals, beaches, palm trees.  We’ll cross rivers with man-made ferries, some using old oil drums—”

“Sounds dangerous and stupid.”

“Yeah. So, you in?”

“Hells yes, I’m in!  As long as after, we take it easy.”

Some Dare, Some Dare Not – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning, my peeps!  Yessiree, today’s hump day is brought to you by Friday Fictioneers!  I know, I know, the name stuck despite many of us writing on Wednesdays.  Think The Piano Guys – there is no mention of the cellist, who, in my opinion, is the bigger piece of the group.  Anyway, I digress!  This week, Rochelle chose this most interesting picture by our Sandra Crook, she, whose stories are always top shelf. If you feel inclined to play along, just click on the blue frog below and add your 100-word story.  Not sure how it works?  Click on Rochelle’s name for the how-to’s!

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Some Dare, Some Dare Not

“Why do you like to walk on that beam, Tina? It’s slimy and gross.”

“It’s not that slimy, Josie. Plus when you go all the way to the end, you feel like you’re at the edge of the world, wild and free.”

“But it’s not safe, Tina.  It scares me to watch you go way out there.”

“Don’t worry so much.  You should try it.”

“God, no…”

Fifteen years later, Josie sat on that very beam, remembering, missing their childhood, missing her sister, gone to the edge of the world on adventures while she had remained home, safe and secure.

A Rapt Audience – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning, my peeps!  Yessiree, it is still muggy and stankin’ hot, here in the Montreal area.  The rains come in tiny spurts and offer zero relief.  In fact, I think they just bring the humidity level up several notches.  I’m sure all a y’all are tired o’ talkin’ about the weather so how about we move onto some story-tellin’ instead?  Our wonderful leader, Rochelle has once again provided us with a picture (thanks Ted Strutz!) worth 100-words.  Words, we writers and wannabe-writers, hope will make you laugh, cry, suck in your breath, anger you, scare you… and even get you to want to participate!  Speaking of which, should you be feelin’ it, why don’t you click on that there blue froggy below and add your 100-words worth?

©Ted Strutz

Get your code here, folks!

A Rapt Audience

Arms locked, Colin, Monique and Denis crossed the street.  The siblings had spent their adult lives roaming the globe on  many a worldly adventure together, eschewing the conventions of marriage and family.  At 84, 89 and 86, respectively, they were finally ready to put away their passports and relax for their remaining years in a small coastal town.

Their Friday-night suppers at the diner on the pier was the town’s favourite activity.  Tables were set up around the retired adventurers’ so all could listen to their wild exploits, told with such passion and verve.

One of the rapt ensured their stories would live on.

Where Does My River Go, Part Deux

It was a beautiful day.  The girl was sitting at her computer, deciding on how to go about her day when she got a visitor… No words were necessary!


“Yes, my Zekie-Poo, we will go for our walk!” she told him and proceeded to get dressed.  Hmmm… it was a “balmy” -3°C (which warmed up considerably as they went along on their walk).  Knowing full well she would probably end up on her knees at one point or another to take a picture, or walk in knee-deep snow, the girl decided to put her snowpants on, no matter how warm it was. And her tuque (why, oh why did she only have a wool one?) And her scarf – no scratch that, her scarf was too long and hot, she would use her son’s that she had made for him as it was shorter (another mistake – just as warm).  Mitts were always required as her hands can’t handle the cold.

Off they went with no particular destination in mind and the girl was almost tempted to turn around and peel off some layers.  Ugh!  Why oh why did she do this to herself!  Take the hat off, no too cold; put the hat on, too hot; take the scarf off – where to put the damned thing?  Tie it on the leash. No, that was totally annoying to both Zeke and the girl.  Oh!  Around the outside of the coat? No, too short, kept sliding.  Bloody hell!  Ah!  In the Hood of the coat.  Out of the way and off the body!  Take the mitts off, starting to feel cold; put the mitts back on.  And so it went.  All the way to “Nina’s Park”!

“Oh?, What the heck is this?” questioned the girl… “Snowmen! No, Snowmice! Hmmm… Snowrabbits?”

Not sure...

Not sure…

Whatever they were, they stood in the middle of the park like Sentinels watching over the joint!

They chose to continue on to their walk to De Brouages Park with no intention other than to extend this time in this beautiful weather.  Once they arrived, they noted snowmen “bodies” all over the place.  Oh my! Had there been a bombing?  (She did have quite the imagination…)

Snowmen bodies

Snowmen bodies

The girl sat and contemplated, looking around her and just enjoying the view, half wishing she had another with her to chat with.  Let’s face it, Zeke is not that talkative!

A place to rest

A place to rest

Looking at the little bridge crossing “her” river, she noted some trees that seemed to tell her:  “Go this way, have you figured out where your river goes yet?”

“Oh yes!” she cried.  “Let’s go, Zeke!”  And off they went!

Along the way, they noted the pretty details in the vinegar plant and oh! a slide for leprechauns!

As they got closer to the river, the girl decided that maybe it would be best NOT to walk along it.  They had gone as far as they could last time…

My river

My river

They walked alongside the pathway until they got to the spot where the girl had broken through the ice.  Looking around, she tried to find the exit of the viaduct by peeping over the fence.  Ah hah!



Found it!

They had to cross a street and look around to see where the river continued and finally found it!

They walked along it, keeping a close eye on where it meandered.  Somewhere it had to pass UNDER the highway.  There!  Right next to the little strip mall!

Alrighty then…. the girl’s hubby was almost right.  He thought it crossed over under a little further than it really did….  She couldn’t wait to tell him!

“So, Zeke. What think you? Should we wait for another trip to see just where this river finally joins the St.Lawrence?”



She decided that the adventure would have to continue at another time.  They still had quite a ways to go before they returned home…

They walked along the bicycle path that runs parallel to the train tracks.  So nice that the City plows it for the walkers all through winter – where they can!

The girl had lived her whole life in this town – most of it in a house close enough to the tracks that every three to six months, the glasses had to be pushed back in the china cabinet as the house would shake so much they would start banging together!  What a memory that was….  That, and the fact that the train whistle would blow at all hours of the day and night.  Much to the townspeople’s chagrin.  After many years of complaints, a fence was finally installed all along the tracks.  Apparently this is the only thing that can be done to ensure they need not warn folks that trains are passing.

Gateways are installed along every crosswalk and are unlocked most of the day.



They continued on their way, enjoying the sounds of the birds, some of which were sunning themselves on the wires and they even ran into two little girls.  “Hmmm…” she thought. “Wonder if they are playing hooky!!”  She then remembered that it was a pedagogical day for the French schools…

A most enjoyable walk, indeed!

They were looking forward to their next adventure!

In case you missed the first part of this story, click here

The end of the story is here