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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: Recipe Lost

Ms Jenny has given us another interesting Saturday Centus. I don’t know how she comes up with them. This week, the prompt sounds like the beginning of a recipe. But sometimes, following a recipe can lead to, well, just read on and you’ll see. Sorry if it’s not exactly light-hearted, but this is what came out. Be sure to click the link and check out the other entries.

Prompt: Cream together butter and sugar

Recipe Lost 105 words

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“Cream together butter and sugar.”

The words blurred before her eyes. She blinked and read them again. She walked over to the refrigerator, grabbed a carton of cream, and returned to the recipe book.

Cream? That’s not right. She re-read the words.

“Butter and sugar.” Repeating the words like a mantra, she returned the cream, grabbed the butter, then stood there, trying to remember where she stored the sugar. She found it on the third try.

Back to the recipe, sugar in hand. No butter. She must have set it down, but where?

What is happening to me? She slumped to the kitchen floor, lost.

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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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IAWTW Challenge: Reunion

IAWTW: I Always Wanted to Write, is Chris Donner’s relatively new weekly writing challenge. To check out this week’s challenge, go HERE. You can also click on the bubble to see the main page for the IAWTW with a list of previous challenges.

This week we were given a short text with the possibility to fill in some blanks and to get creative as we wanted with it. I like getting creative. 🙂 Since there is no word limit I kind of allowed myself some freedom with this, and ended up with a short tale of over 500 words, I hope you won’t find it too long.

 

The opening line was: It had been ___ years since I had seen _____ (name), my best friend in ______.  There are a few other sentences included, and I switched a couple around. Chris’s challenges are all about getting creative, after all. So without further ado, here is my short tale.

 

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Reunion   545 words

It had been 100 years since I had seen Patrick, my best friend in the Interstellar Space program. Of course, all but 20 of those years had been spent in a hibernation pod aboard the Titanium. The last 20 had been here on Trellex 2.  

We hadn’t planned on spending all those years apart from each other.  We were both scheduled for the same mission, but Patrick was held back at the last minute, a medical glitch, easily fixable, but not within the time frame.

I still remember the last time we spoke, in a small coffee shop, back on Earth, the day before I set off on the mission. I was devastated by the news, as was Patrick. We had been more than friends, they called it “friends with benefits” back then, but we both knew we weren’t ready for a long term commitment. Yet the mission was to be the test, in a sense. We talked forever in that small café, both of us wanting to put off the moment of goodbyes.

Then he looked me in the eyes, and said what I most feared, “Do you want me to ask you to stay?” I remember thinking what an odd question, as my heartbeat pounded in my chest. Not, “Would you stay if I asked?”, but rather “Do you want me to ask?”. As I stared into his eyes, I knew he was serious, that if I said yes, he would ask me to stay behind, go on the next mission five years down the line. I also knew that if he asked, I would stay.

My throat closed on me, and it was all I could do to whisper the words, “No. Please, don’t.” I knew it was the right decision, as did he, but tears rose in his eyes, mirroring mine. He reached out and held my hand, nodding acceptance. Neither of us could speak for awhile. When we finally hugged, and shared a long kiss goodbye, knowing it was the last made it as sweet as it was sad. That was such a long time ago…

Who would have thought we’d meet by accident like this, in a coffee shop in the middle of Tryton City?  What were the chances of this happening?  Yet, here we were, strangers, together after all these years.  We were both older by 20 years, but I’d have known him anywhere.  When our eyes first met across the coffee shop, it was as if no time had passed. All the old feelings rushed in. Patrick lifted me up in a huge bear hug, planting a kiss on my mouth, and then he laughed out loud in delight.

We grabbed our coffee and sat in a small booth across from each other, each of us grinning like Cheshire cats. It was such a wonderful feeling, vivid and scary, and so very impossible. Our hands, drawn like magnets, touched in the middle of the booth. We both looked down at the same time.

On his left hand, as on mine: wedding rings. Our eyes met, a touch of sadness at what might have been. The moment passed and we smiled in harmony. No more benefits. But forever, friends.

 

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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