Written for Sunday Whirl Wordle. Our host is
Brenda Warren; the prompt words for this week are
shown below. Hereβs where the prompts took me.
limits, list, still, bill, smoke, ring,
distant, wish, silky, spill, fit, keyΒ
Tag: Bar
The Sorry Truth: A Dirk Malone Story
Written for MLMM Monday Wordle #461.
Our twelve prompt words are shown below.
Here’s where they took me. Thanks, Di!
petty, rich, custom, sorry, pride, worry,
try, carry, support, honest, suggest, and head
The Deep End
Written for OLWG #420.
The prompts appear below.
Image created by Kevin @
The Beginning At Last/
No Theme Thursday.
This is my story.
Slow Dancing
Written for OLWG #419.
The prompts appear below.
This is my story.
On the Corner of Elm and Poplar
Written for Kevinβs No Theme Thursday 10.31.24.
Weβre offered incredibly creative images to inspire
and get our writing juices flowing. This is my story.
Cigarettes and Black Lipstick
Written for dVerse Quadrille #210
where the theme is “Let There Be Light”.
This is my quadrille.
βLight me, handsomeβ was all she said.
I looked up from my drink. She was the most gorgeous dame Iβd ever laid eyes on. I lit her cigarette, then mine.
βCare to buy me a steak, handsome?β
βBaby, Iβd buy you the whole cow.β
NARΒ©2024
44 Words
This is βCigarettes and Black Lipstickβ by Brake
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A Fate Worse Than Death
Written for Six Sentence Story where we are
challenged to incorporate the word βwireβ into
a story of exactly six sentences. Hereβs my six.
There are parts of Jersey City which are very dangerous β¦. dingy bars, seedy hotels, mob-run strip joints and dark alleys where unspeakable things happened; Jack Black had a taste for all of them.
Most nights Jack would slither into his favorite bar, sit in the shadows on the end barstool, case the joint, nurse his bourbon and smoke his Lucky Strikes; Jack had patience and sooner or later sheβd walk in β¦. maybe a secretary working late or a bored and lonely housewife.
About 20 minutes later, a woman ran in from the rain and glanced around the room, her eyes ignoring Jack as she shook her damp dark brown hair, then headed to the bar and ordered a martini; she rummaged through her purse searching for her cigarette lighter and just as Jack was about to make his move, the bartender offered her a light.
Jack toyed with the electrical wire in his pocket, annoyed at missing his opportunity to talk up this new beauty, but the night was young and he had all the time in the world.
Cool as a cucumber, Jack watched as the woman sipped her martini and smoked her cigarette, but when she asked the bartender for a menu, Jack knew he had been given a second chance and his fingers did a tap dance of anticipation around the wire in his pocket; just then the door swung open and a man blew in and when the woman at the bar spotted him, she ran to him and they embraced as she exclaimed that he was right on time as dinner would be coming out any second.
Jack was not a happy boy at this turn of events and, seeing no reason to hang around, he opened the door to leave and walked right into a gorgeous blonde; laying on the charm, Jack apologized profusely and offered to buy the woman a drink to which she smiled, agreed and replied that she was bored which was β¦. as she put it β¦. a fate worse than death.
NARΒ©2024
This is βPennies From Heavenβ by the Skyliners
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The Escort
Written for The Unicorn Challenge where we are
asked to get creative in 250 words or less, using the
photo prompt as inspiration. This is my 250-word story.
Fiona was late for Mass. Seeing an unfamiliar man leaning against the wall outside Sullyβs Bar, she quickened her pace. As she passed she heard him chuckle and say βWhatβs yer hurry, Irish?β She walked even faster, opening the side door to St. Brigidβs.
An hour later Fiona exited the church and noticed the same man from the bar standing at the corner. Had he been waiting for her all this time? Wary, she stepped backwards, teetering on the curb and losing her shoe in the process.
Suddenly the man was by her side. She was taken aback as he reached around her waist and stopped her fall.
βNameβs Harvey Rubin and yer one fine lookinβ dish. Ya need somebody like me to drive ya home, Irish. It can be dangerous for a good Catholic girl like yerself walkin’ alone in this neck o’ the woods.β
βKeep your thoughts …. and hands …. to yourself, buster!β Fiona snapped. βBesides, how do you know Iβm a good Catholic girl?β
βWell, I ainβt no Albert Einstein but I seen ya practically racinβ to St. Brigidβs like yer panties was on fire and Iβm guessinβ ya ainβt no altar boy β not with them gorgeous gams.β Harvey replied in an unhurried way.
Glancing down, he smiled at her missing shoe; his tough βBogieβ persona became surprisingly charming. Fiona found it difficult to resist this rough-hewn stranger and she shocked herself by allowing him to escort her home.
She knew her parents would be livid.
NARΒ©2024
250 Words
This is βBogie & Bacall: Key Largoβ by Bertie Higgins
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High And Dry
Sammi at Weekend Writing Prompt
is challenging us with the word “note”;
in exactly 72 words, this is my response.
πΈ
After thirty minutes and two martinis I began feelingΒ paranoid. It was painfully obvious, at least to me, that everyone who saw me sitting by the bar thought I was either an elegant call girl just past her prime or a lonesome, tedious housewife who had beenΒ stood up.Β
I became aware of someone approaching. I looked up expectantly, smiling; it was just the concierge. Whispering discreetly, he handed me a note.
NARΒ©2024
72 Words
This is βThe Queen of the Bluesβ, Dinah Washington, with βDrinking Againβ
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