“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
“Do it my way! You think I am here to barter???”
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Want to take part in the WEEKEND WRITING PROMPT? Write a story or poem with just 11 words, no more no less, and send it to Sammi Cox.
I used to know a guy in Michigan
He asked me if I would like to go sailing with him some weekend
I asked what kind of boat
He said he used a pickup truck not a boat
I thought that was weird
What lake I asked
No lakes, garages he said
His name was Bruce
This is a true story
p.s. I don’t know about e.e., he probably won’t be capitalizing
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I suck at poetry, so this challenge by Chelsea Owens is perfect.
Little Sally was standing on a high stool with a pair of long kitchen tongs trying to get down one of the frying pans that Father had suspended from the ceiling on a hook over a fishing line.
Crash bang boing… skillet bouncing across the tile floor Little Sally quickly jumping down and scurrying after it hoping no one had heard the calamitous noise Grandmother said something like ‘waking the dead’ once and it had stuck in Little Sally’s mind and that’s all she could think of as Mother was napping in the adjoining room.
“Sally! What are you doing?!?!”
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She was a delicate flower.
“Who was what, Cheryl?”
“Who is ‘She’? Why is she delicate?”
“It’s just a line in my novel.”
“Yes, Ethel, the first line. The only line. So, who is she and why is she so fragile?”
“I haven’t gotten that far, I’m not sure which way I’m going yet.”
“If you want me to read your story and help you, I need more than one line.”
“I didn’t say I wanted help. I just wanted to know what you thought.”
“Oh for God’s sake! Based on your story so far, I think she is a woman and is delicate.”
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Ethel has continued in her efforts to become a writer.
Want to take part in the WEEKEND WRITING PROMPT? Write a story or poem with just 106 words, no more no less, and send it to Sammi Cox.
“OMG”. Little Sally had been saying that a lot lately. She had heard someone on tv say ‘oh my God’, and when she said it, Mother told her not to take the Lord’s name in vain, “He is a gift”, if she heard it again she would get a spanking. Little Sally didn’t get it, didn’t know what ‘vain’ meant, definitely didn’t want a spanking. She asked Grandma, who said Mother thumped the Bible a bit much. Older Sister said, “Just say OMG”, so that’s what she was doing, not taking anything in vain. Mother just rolled her eyes.
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Charli Mills latest… September 12, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes the greatest gift. Answer it as if it were a question, or show what it could be. Go where the prompt leads you!
That 99 words always throws me off, I write 100 and realize it’s 99 and have to take 1 out. Here’s my story this week for the Literary Community.
Bet shambled along, one flip flop ahead of the other till she reached the door, number seventeen. Another low point, again. She couldn’t seem to catch, or give herself, a break. The dim interior, after shutting the door, fit her mood, light peering in thru the crack in the blackouts, that was it, filtered gloom. He had left her in an awful state, his sudden departure, her only joy now was popping the tab on the can in the bag from the mini-mart. Tomorrow, Bet would dress and try to get her life back. But that’s tomorrow, this is today.
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This week’s prompts are:
- a cheap motel
- John’s long gone
Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need and, have fun!
I love how unofficial this Guild is, a product of my old friend TRK, who can never pass a prompt without writing. I wrote 100 to this one today, and in less than 25 minutes, which was suggested.
Little Sally said to Mother the other day, “Mother, I want to make a birthday cake.”
Mother said, “Sally, you don’t know how to bake yet.”
“I know,” Little Sally said, “I meant I want you to bake a cake, because I want to put the frosting on it, and I know how to do that.”
“Are you sure, Sally, I don’t think you’ve ever iced a cake before.”
“Well how hard can that be? I watched that nice lady at the bakery do it, I want to make one for her.”
“Do you know how to spell her name?”
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Today I am a Wednesday Fictioneer and will deviate from the posted prompt, because today is a special day. I want everyone to look at the photo above, because that is exactly how Rochelle would eat her birthday cake, I’m sure of it. (I don’t have a photo of Rochelle, so I borrowed Paulette Goddard eating cake in the Charlie Chaplin movie Modern Times, 1936)
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