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100 WCGU: Girl Talk

Okay, I’m feeling a bit very rusty with the writing. Not sure what’s going on, maybe it’s the Autumn air, but I had the urge to write, so here is a little sample. Julia’s Place is hosting the 62nd week of the 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups, or WCGU for short.

it can't be that time

This week’s prompt:  it can’t be that time

Click HERE to see the other entries.

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Girl Talk    99 Words

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“Come on, Shella, you remember Trevor. Tall, slim, shaggy brown hair.”

Shella laughed.  “Tag, you live and breathe tall, slim, and shaggy. How am I supposed to remember one specific guy? At least give me a hint.”

“Okay, Aspen. The ski slope.”

Shella’s eyes and mouth rounded in perfect synchronization. “It can’t be that time you-“

“Yes!” Tag squealed.

“Oh my god, how did he react when he saw you, what did he say?  And what did you say? After what happened he must have –“

“I know, I thought so too, but guess what?”

“What?

“It happened again.”

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Friday Fictioneers: Rainbow Faeries

This week, Madison Wood’s Friday Fictioneers has a picture prompt. We get to allow the prompt to stimulate our imaginations, and are allowed 100 words to express ourselves. I love these challenges – be sure to go check them out at the link. This week is about Rainbows, just look at this beautiful picture!

 

Rainbow Faeries  (100 words)

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“It’s perfect!” said Purple.

The seven sister fairies all nodded in agreement. The rainbow was indeed perfectly beautiful.

“Our best yet” said Indigo.

“Uh oh,” said Blue “I think we messed up.”

“What’s wrong?” asked Green.

“Nothing’s wrong.” said Yellow. “Look at how it’s blended, the colors are spectrum perfect.”

“I agree,” said Orange. “We followed the formula perfectly, I’m sure teacher will give us a top grade on this.”

Red pointed behind them. “We must have added too much energy.”

The seven sister fairies turned to look. They broke into giggles and spoke as one,

“We made an echo!”

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Saturday Centus: Texas Pleasure

Ms. Jenny is in Texas right now, so I thought I’d give a bit of a Texas flavor to this week’s Saturday Centus.  This week’s prompt is, “It is our pleasure…”  Y’all be sure to click the link and go see what everyone has done for this week. It’s been real fun. 😉

Prompt: It is our pleasure

Texas Pleasure  106 words

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“It is our pleasure to welcome you to Virtual Dreams.” The pleasant female voice spoke as they entered the room.

“I dunno ’bout this,  Bob,” Riley said. “You sure we got the right place? I thought we were gonna find us some ladies of innertainment.”

“You’ll be entertained allright,” Bob said.  “This contraption has a direct link to the pleasure centers in your brain.”

“It’s not the brain ah’m thinkin ’bout.” Riley grinned as he entered the booth.

Afterwards:

“I want my money back!” Riley was spitting mad. “I asked for a pretty little filly I could ride all night and it gave me a horse!”

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100 WCGU: Helping Hands

you bought her what

This week’s 100 Word Challenge for Grown-ups, hosted by Julia’s Place, has a picture prompt. Remember, you can click on the link and go give it a try, or just go read the different posts others have brought to the challenge.

I’m feeling a bit rusty with the writing lately, and I found this one particularly difficult to whittle down to 100 words, so please forgive. I had it down to 100, then realized it might not make sense without the picture, so I added a brief description of the image on the picture to help it make sense.

Helping Hands 105 words

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Jason stood in the basement, surveying the tables filled with dinosaur bones, each carefully categorized. It was finally done!

“Do you realize what it means, Ben? I can finally start putting them together!” His five-year old son was the only one in the family to share his enthusiasm.

The next morning Jason went directly to the basement. He stopped. He stared at the huge ball of bones.

“Look daddy!” Ben ran toward him. “I put it together for you!”

Jason grabbed Ben up. His head was spinning rage.

Ben squeezed his neck, “Now you won’t have to work all the time.”

Jason hugged his son.

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Saturday Centus: Texas

Okay, I’ve been on a bit of a writing hiatus, not by intent, just kinda losing track fo the days passing. But I could not pass this one up. Jenny Matlock has grabbed my attention!

How? You ask. Why, by the prompt from this week’s Saturday Centus. (Click the link to go see the other entries) And that prompt is: “There’s a yellow rose in Texas.”

Now, why would that particular prompt catch my eye? Well, cause I was born and raised in Texas, spent the first 30 years of my life there. So how could I not respond to a prompt like that? It was totally out of my hands. As is the response that blossomed in me from the prompt. I know I’m not a poet, but I couldn’t help but change from prose on hearing those words in my mind. Btw, it’s a tad short – only 91 words, but adding another “stanza” would have taken it over the limit.

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Texas

There’s a yellow rose in Texas
that blooms within my heart
and never will it leave me
it’s been there from the start
for I was born in Texas
and raised up Texas proud
and if y’all don’t believe me
you should hear me talk out loud

Now life has moved me onward
to live in distant lands
where people talk all funny
and are hard to understand
but don’t be filled with sadness
there’s nothing here to grieve
cause you can take the girl from Texas
but Texas never leaves

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Friday Fictioneers: Wednesday

I’ve missed a couple of Friday Fictioneers, and I admit I’m not doing my best work, but this one came to me from the picture prompt, so I decided to post it. My mind is going sixty directions, but I tried to focus it for just a moment. Be sure to click on the link for Madison Woods’ fiction response this week. In the comments section you will find links to other Fictioneers and their creative responses.

This weeks picture inspiration (slightly cropped for emphasis) for 100 words:

 

Wednesday   100 words

Every Monday and Thursday, after his doctor-ordered “health walk” he would come to this quiet place to sit and plan the rest of his day, lazily. No rush now, He’d never thought he’d live out his retirement alone.

On Tuesdays and Fridays, she came here to her favorite place, to sit in the fresh air, letting the sun ease her rheumatism. Sometimes she’d read a book. Mostly she just enjoyed the morning air. No one to rush home to, but she didn’t mind. Not really.

One week it rained heavily on Monday and Tuesday. That Wednesday, they met.

Perfect timing.

100WCGU: Daddy’s Girl

I only just realized we had a two week time allowance for the latest 100 Word Challenge for Grownups at Julia’s Place. I wasn’t going to do it, too much else going on right now, but then pop, into my mind came an idea, so here it is.
 
you bought her what
 
The prompt this week is to go back to last week’s entries. You are to use the last 10 words of the post next to yours and using just 100 words create a story. It may be a follow-on from the previous one or you may like to take it in a different direction. So:
  1. You find your entry HERE
  2. You go to the next entry (if you were 6 you go to 7 etc)
  3. Using the last ten words as the prompt you write your piece. The prompt can be anywhere in the piece but must be complete as it was in the original.
  4. If you didn’t take part last week, choose any entry to use the last 10 words from.

The link will stay open for two weeks and will close on 16th April.

My prompt for this one came from “Her Father’s Voice” at the blog Even More Bonus Parts. The last ten words for my prompt are these:

“All she needs is the sound of her daddy’s voice.” So, assuming I have 100 words plus the prompt, here is my tale of 108 words.

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Daddy’s Girl   108 words
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All she needs is the sound of her daddy’s voice.”

His wife’s voice echoed in his mind. Now, he sat by the hospital bed, looking upon his 15 year old daughter in an alcohol induced coma.

He wanted to cry out his rage. He wanted to yell at her, “What were you thinking?!” Anger and fear closed his throat like a tight fist, blocking all words from escaping.

He took several deep breaths. He cleared his throat, and managed a half choked whisper.

“Honey, it’s me, daddy. I love you.”

No change. He hadn’t expected one.

But the fist had loosened.

His words flowed on into the night.

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