Ethel slips past the barricade, with Cheryl hot on her heels.
“Ethel! What the hell are you doing? We aren’t supposed to go in there.”
“Oh silly, you know I like to live dangerously.”
“I think I would say foolishly. And you don’t follow rules!”
Ethel, tired of discussing the matter takes off down the dark hall. “I want to see what they are doing.”
Cheryl catches up as Ethel is peeking around a corner into the lit exhibition hall. She peeks around too. People wearing white gloves are positioning artworks on the wall.
“That’s Andy Warhol. I didn’t know you were a big Warhol fan.”
“I’m not, Cheryl, but I’m a big Marilyn fan. You know that.”
“Oh yes, I remember your blonde phase.”
They didn’t hear the guard behind them.
“Look, there she is!”
If you like Marilyn as much as Ethel and I and happen to be in Chicago, you can see ANDY WARHOL – FROM A TO B AND BACK AGAIN at The Art Institute right now. I wrote this with my friend Aggie Reilly in mind, who lives in Chicago and loves Marilyn too.
Want to take part in the WEEKEND WRITING PROMPT? Write a story or poem with just 136 words, no more no less, and send it to Sammi Cox.
Little Sally wanted a doll house in the worst way. But she knew what mother would say.
“No!” That’s what mother would say. “You have enough stuff cluttering up your room, Sally. I don’t think you would last five minutes playing with a doll house.”
Maybe Mother was right, but Little Sally still wanted one. She had seen a beaut at The Toy Box, it even lit up and it wasn’t that big, she decided to enlist Grandma.
“When you were little did you ever have a doll house?”
“Oh yes, dear, I did.”
“I would love one for Christmas.”
(where there is a will, Little Sally finds a way)
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie ~ Photo Challenge #292
I knew the moment I saw this fabulous photo by Oleg Oprisco that I had to write a story. 100 words of course. Check out the other stories at MM, maybe write one yourself.
“I vant to drink your blood!”
“Oh hi, Ethel. Why are you channeling your inner vampire?”
“It’s the new book for my book club.”
“I didn’t know you were in a book club.”
“I just joined.”
“Sounds like draconian reading.”
“No silly, it’s Dracula! My new favorite author is Bram Stoker. He’s from Transylvania.”
“I’m pretty sure Bram Stoker was Irish.”
“No, I meant Dracula, he’s Transylvanian. It’s very scary, Cheryl. He goes to England because they are running out blood in Transylvania.”
“I saw the movie and I don’t exactly remember it that way, he’s spreading the undead curse.”
“Well, that too.”
Want to take part in the WEEKEND WRITING PROMPT? Write a story or poem with just 103 words, no more no less, and send it to Sammi Cox.
“What do you think about this for a start to my story, ‘The raging winds’?”
“Hmmm, seems familiar.”
“Okay, I’ll go in a different direction, ‘The wise owl’.”
“What exactly are you writing? That’s not exactly that original.”
“A piece demonstrating personification in literature. I think I’ll do ‘The warm and comforting fire’.”
“Uh, this wouldn’t happen to be for Weejars by any chance? You know, I follow Mindlovemiserie’s Menagerie also?”
“Gee, I wonder if that was what was influencing me? Like one of those spirit hands guiding me.”
“Right. Let’s try a little experiment. Here’s a pencil and notebook, no computers. Now write something.”
As he began the test, all words and ideas fled from his mind.
For Weejars’ Saturday Mix @ Mindlovemiserie’s Menagerie
Our challenge is all about the use of personification in our writing. You will need to use the statement provided in your response – which can be poetry or prose… ‘As he began the test, all words and ideas fled from his mind.’
Mother screamed “Sally!!!!”
‘Great what’d I do?’, thought Little Sally.
“Get in here, now!”
If Little Sally were older, she probably would have cussed. But she is not, so she just bit her lip and headed to the bathroom, pretty sure what the commotion was about.
“What is that?” Mother is wrapped in a terry cloth towel pointing at the drain of the bathtub.
“Oh it’s just a spider. Don’t worry it’s not a real one.”
“Oh, you know it’s not real? It looks real and scared the bejesus out of me.”
“Maybe it’s Bobby done it.”
“Bobby’s at camp.”
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This week’s prompts are:
- beach city camp meeting
- dog me down
- a spider in the tub
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes to write a story, have fun.
I added my story to Friday Flash Fiction
“I don’t wanna do the dishes, I’m too little!”, huffed Little Sally.
” You are not too little to eat the food I cook, are you?”
“Then you are not too little to do the dishes. Time you did some chores, young lady. Besides you can stand on a chair.”
Little Sally drags a kitchen chair across the linoleum to the sink.
“I’ll get all wet. Probably get water all over the floor. Maybe break some dishes.”
“No you won’t if you know what’s good for you, Sally.”
Water runs, soap bubbles, Mother watches.
“Hey, this is kind of fun.”
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Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields … go see this week’s FF Challenge. This is the 100 words I got from Ronda Del Boccio’s photo prompt, it looks like my sink, except mine is full of dishes. I wonder how Little Sally did?
More Friday Fictioneers stories here…
‘Hi Cheryl. I’ve got great news, but I know you’re going to say no.”
“What do you mean ‘say no’, I don’t say no to everything.”
“Well, it seems like you do. Sometimes, before I even say what it is.”
“For starters, Ethel, sometimes you beat around the bush so much getting to the point, it’s easier to say no right off the bat and save all that time.”
“I don’t always beat around the bush.”
“Bullet points, Ethel, bullet points.”
“Okay, you know how much we liked watching Downton Abbey? Highclere Castle is now a bed and breakfast.”
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Every Wednesday Christina Kemp posts a photo prompt. Write a story or whatever you want to do based on the photo. Word limit 150. Ethel & Cheryl usually only take 100.
HIGHCLERE CASTLE AND AIRBNB (Highclere Castle has been fully booked, so you and Ethel are out of luck)
“You’ve heard of the Golden Gate Bridge?”
“Meet the Aurora. Favorite spot in the Pacific Northwest.”
“230 and counting. 15 stories down.”
“Oh dear, that’s sad.”
Not my usual fare, but this is what came to mind when I saw the prompt.
Want to take part in the WEEKEND WRITING PROMPT? Write a story or poem with just 28 words, no more no less, and send it to Sammi Cox.
Leslie was trapped in her own house.
At least till the buzzer on the dryer buzzed.
Her mother said once, and it had stuck, “Don’t ever leave the house without clean underwear on, Leslie, what if you are in an accident?”
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Thanks to Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda who are currently hosting the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge at the Go Dog Go Café. Their instructions were: Write anything around the theme or words: Trapped in my ancient fear… You have 10 to 15 minutes.
I went to Amsterdam with my sister Marja in search of a windmill but didn’t see any.
I take that back. I did see a nice one at the Rijksmuseum.
Crispina Kemp has a fun challenge for writers each week. Her instructions are fairly simple: Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.)
You respond with something CREATIVE
- Your creative offering is indeed yours
- Your writing is kept to 150 words or less