Written for Sunday Whirl Wordle – #734. Our host is
Brenda Warren and these are our prompt words: rinse,
days, still, thicket, bomb, fake, criminal, foster, imagine,
lies, sky, and sink. Here’s where the prompts took me.
Tag: Missing
Vanishing Act
⌘ Rest in Peace, Trent McDonald, Friday Fictioneers ⌘
Written for Friday Fictioneers, where our host Rochelle
encourages us to be creative by writing a story in
100 words or less using the photo prompt below.
Also for Esther’s Word Prompt which is ‘edge’.
Here’s where the photo prompt took me.
In The Shadows
Written for Today’s Writing Practice #22.
Mark has given us the prompt for this week.
Thanks, Mark! Here’s where the prompt took me.
In Search Of Answers
Our gracious host, Rochelle, encourages us
to be creative by writing a story in 100 words
or less using the photo prompt below. This is
Friday Fictioneers. Here’s where the photo took me.
Restless Spirits
Written for OLWG #413.
The three prompts are shown below.
This is my take.
Palisades Park
Our gracious host, Rochelle, at Friday Fictioneers
asks us to use the photo below as inspiration
to write creatively in 100 words or less while
making every word count. This is my flash.
Beautiful Boy
Written for d’Verse Prosery where the challenge is to write
a piece of flash fiction of no more than 144 words that includes
the following quotation from “Out Of The Cradle” by Walt Whitman:
“Out of the Ninth-month midnight”. This is my flash.
Dinner Out
This is The Unicorn Challenge
where we are asked to be creative
in 250 words or less, with this photo
as our inspiration. Here is my story.
The smell of old cooking oil reheated too many times stuck in his throat and clung to every inch of the Chinese food takeout joint. He hated being here, his uncomfortable demeanor only making him feel ridiculously out of place. And why were there only two tables in the whole shop when there was clearly room for more. He felt naked, center stage, all eyes on him yet no one paid him any attention.
How the hell did he let himself get roped into this? His granddaughter, a 15 year old package of rebellion and maladjustment, talked him into a dinner out. He didn’t like eating anywhere but at home but he realized in the fourteen years since she was in his care, he’d never taken his granddaughter out to eat, not even for an ice cream.
He wondered if he resented her. In truth it was his daughter, the girl’s mother, he resented for running off like she did and leaving her year old tot with him. What kind of mother does that? One just a kid herself, stuck with an unwanted baby and a desperate need to be a teenager. Well, she took off one night and never came back.
Now, here he sat, waiting for this willful girl who was too much like her mother for her own good to return from the toilet. She’d been in there far too long and he sat staring at his past knowing she’d run off, leaving him alone again.
NAR
250 Words
This is Del Shannon with “Runaway”
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