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Written for Sunday Whirl Wordle – #741. Our host is
Brenda Warren; her prompt words for this week are
shown below. The image I used is borrowed from
Blog 57 entitled “onestà svizzera” (Swiss honesty).
Here’s where the prompts took me.
wonderland, bound, morning, ice, knees,
hope, wheel, three, cape, head, and cross
Written for Song Lyric Sunday –
One if by Land, Two if by Sea, and Three if by Air.
This is my response to the challenge.
Written for Only Murders In My Mind
Weekly Writing Prompt #80 and the
photo prompt shown below.
Here’s where the image took me.
Written for Esther’s Laughing Along
With A Limerick #252. The prompt
word is ‘crazy’. This is my limerick.
This week at Glyn Wilton’s Mixed Music Bag,
he’s asking us to write about a song in which
the title or a line mentions the current month.
Here are my featured June artists and their song.
Written for OLWG #403. The three prompts
for this week are shown below. This my story.
Written for The Unicorn Challenge where we are
asked to get creative in 250 words or less using
the photo below as inspiration. This is my story.
The claustrophobia started gradually for four-year-old Phoebe.
She had climbed into the back of her father’s flatbed truck to investigate the crates of chickens ready for market. Phoebe went unnoticed as her father threw a tarp over the back and locked the tailgate. When her dad found her, she was curled up in a ball, crying pitifully.
Over time, Phoebe seemed to forget about the incident in the truck.
Years later Phoebe was accidentally locked in her bedroom closet when a gust of wind blew through the window and slammed the closet door closed. Her parents were out and her older siblings were watching television; her frantic cries for help went unnoticed. Exhausted, Phoebe fell asleep in the closet, her family unaware. Her mother found her the next morning, traumatized.
Incidents like that kept happening. Phoebe became obsessed with her surroundings and her parents sought professional help. After eight years in the hospital, Phoebe was declared “cured”.
She met Evan, a great guy, and they began dating. Life was good again for Phoebe. For her birthday, Evan and Phoebe planned to see her favorite band. She felt safe with Evan and was unafraid to ride public transportation.
The train was packed. During one stop, Evan was pushed out with a crowd of passengers; the doors closed before he could get back in. Phoebe panicked when the train started up. She lost it.
At the last stop, Phoebe was found in the corner – disheveled, mumbling, eyes wild in terror. She was finally noticed.
NAR©2024
250 Words
This is “Crazy Train” by Ozzy Osbourne
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What great luck!
I caught the train in the nick of time and snagged the last seat.
I sighed, closed my eyes and dozed off.
Not one minute passed and the woman next to me started yakking.
She gabbed, blabbed and jabbered on.
I would have gladly strangled her but people were all around.
My head started pounding and I felt a migraine coming on.
This blatherskite wouldn’t shut up and I was trapped.
What rotten luck!
NAR © 2023
77 Words
“Emma! Anthony! Come down for supper!”
“One minute, mum.”
“Hurry, Emma! Read about the train to Hogwarts!”
Emma and Anthony raced through to the end of the chapter and knew exactly what to do. They brought out the packages Grammy sent them all the way from Chicago. Dear Grammy was always happy to buy them books or costumes or whatever struck their fancy.
The children ripped open the packages and slipped their new costumes over their heads. They closed their eyes, held hands and repeated the words from their book.
Downstairs, Mum was getting impatient. She called up to the children and when they didn’t answer, she went to check on them.
Emma and Anthony were nowhere to be found. On the bed was their beloved Harry Potter book and two empty packages with the words “Invisibility Cloak”.
“Oh, my dears!” sobbed Mum. “Where are you? What have you done!”
NAR © 2023
150 words
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