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. The shorter the better for this challenge! Thank you, Sammi.
Longing for Childhood
Grass tickling legs
Lying on your back
Head cradled in hands
Gazing at endless clouds
Believing in forever
It’s Wednesday, so I’m Friday Fictioneering! Yessiree. This photo by J. Hardy Carroll, chosen by our facilitator by excellence, Rochelle, brought me immediately to childhood. One like I had. When times were simpler and freer.
Care to join the party? Click on the blue frog below to add your 100-word story. G’head, it’s fun!
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“Go outside and play. Be home for supper.” Mom dismissed us to go do what children do.
We went to the park. We played games we invented. We hung upside down on the monkey bars. We played hide-and-seek. We disputed. We negotiated. We settled.
Always too soon, Daddy whistled for us to get home for supper.
We jumped on our bikes, disbanding with promises to be back at the park tomorrow.
Nowadays? Kids aren’t allowed out of sight of their parents’ watchful eyes. Everything is scheduled. They’ve no freedom to figure out how to settle the score on their own.
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!
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.”
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.