This story is one of several I have written for our
5-year-old granddaughter, Colette, for Christmas.
I can’t wait to read them with her.
Also in response to Missy’s Mad Challenge#069
and for Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge – “red”.
Tag: Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge
Blurred Edges
Written for Sue & Gerry’s Weekly Prompts
Colour Challenge using the word ‘grey/gray’.
The prompt inspired me to write my first triolet.
Autumn’s Treasure
Written for Sue & Gerry’s Weekly Prompts
Colour Challenge, using the word ‘orange’.
Here’s were the prompt took me.
Pretty Painted Nails
Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt
#432 where we’re asked to be creative in exactly
85 words using the word ‘eavesdrop’. Also for
Sue & Gerry’s Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge –
‘lilac’. Here’s where the prompts took me.
It’s Just Not Fair!
Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #427
using the word ‘conference’, and for Sue & Gerry’s
Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge – ‘brown’.
In exactly 59 words, this is my take.
Some Explanation
Written for Sue & Gerry’s Weekly
Prompts Colour Challenge, using
the phrase ‘black & white’.
This is my story.
Wishful Thinking
Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing
Prompt #419 using the word ‘delicacy’,
and for Sue & Gerry’s Weekly Prompts
Colour Challenge using the word ‘blue’.
In exactly 39 words, this is my poem.
We’re Here For The Sex
Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing
Prompt #414 using the word ‘periwinkle’
in exactly 30 words and for Sue & Gerry’s
Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge – ‘pink’.
In exactly 30 words, this is my story.
Gilded Cages
Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing
Prompt #410 using the word ‘opulence’ in
exactly 98 words. Also for Sue & Gerry’s
Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge and
the word ‘silver’. This is my 98-word story.
Sweet Talker
Written for Esther’s “Can You Tell A Story In…..?”
exactly 18 words using the required three words
‘resolutions’, ‘custard’ and ‘hairdryer’. I have also
responded to Sue & Gerry’s Weekly Prompts Colour
Challenge (‘Blanc’) and used one of the great images
by Kevin at The Beginning At Last/No Theme Thursday.
This is my 18 word story.
Yo Ho
Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #393
incorporating the word “occident” in exactly 23 words.
Also for Sue & Gerry’s Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge
(red) and FOWC (vague). In exactly 23 words, this is my flash.
Feeling Lucky
Written for Sammi’s Weekly Writing Prompt #388
in exactly 21 words and incorporating the word “dark”
and for Sue W & Gerry C’s Weekly Prompts Colour
Challenge using the word “grey”. Here is my flash.
“Fresh” Tomatoes
Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt 384 (groceries),
Sue & Gerry’s Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge (mainly orange)
and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (mock). Here’s my 29 word flash.
While shopping for groceries, I was surprised to see the tomatoes were mostly orange and looked like sickly miniature pumpkins. Oh, how you mock me, my beloved red Heirlooms!
NAR©2024
29 Words
This is “Home Grown Tomatoes” by Jay Ungar and Molly Mason
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Tears Come Easy
Written for Weekend Writing Prompt #380 and
Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge where the required words
are ‘auction’ and ‘lilac’. In exactly 78 words, here is my story.
My husband came home from grocery shopping and after putting away the ice cream said to me, “I stopped by the Chatsworth Auction House. Look what I found.”
He handed me a small box; inside were vintage lilac gemstone and silver filigree earrings.
I started to cry … tears come easy … and he asked “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. They’re perfect” I sobbed. “Just like the ones I lost years ago.”
“I remember” he whispered and kissed my head.
NAR©2024
78 Words
This is “I Remember You” by Frank Ifield
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Brace Yourself
Written for Weekend Writing Prompt #375,
Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge and
Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge,
31 words exactly using the three prompt words
of defray, brown and rigid. Here is my flash.
Mary went rigid and her soft brown eyes filled with tears when she saw the orthodontist’s bill. With no dental insurance, she’d have to find some way to defray the expense.
NAR©2024
31 Words
https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2024/08/03/weekend-writing-prompt-375-defray/
This is “Easy Money” by Billy Joel
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Get A Grip: An Ovi Peace Rap
Written for Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge – ‘safety’
and Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge – ‘blue’. Here’s my piece.
What the hell, are you nuts
You trying to prove you got guts
Spare me the ifs, ands or buts
This is a big mistake, dude
Listen man, I’m doing fine
I’m in the zone, behind the line
My head is clear, my thoughts are mine
Just go somewhere and chill
You ain’t got a safety net
Is this some sort of crazy bet
You’re gonna kill yourself yet
You got a wife and kid at home
Blue skies, nothing is amiss
Clouds float by like lazy fish
Believe me, I have no death wish
I’ve never felt so free
You may think you got a grip
All it takes is one small slip
A twitchy little fingertip
You won’t survive the fall
This world is one insane rat race
We should respect our brother’s space
And live our days in peace and grace
It could be as simple as that
NAR©2024
This is “Mr. Blue Sky” by ELO
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Moonspell: A Haibun
Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #513,
Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge (orange), Moonwashed Weekly
Prompt (hazy moon) & Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge (regret)
I was lost, a bit frightened and filled with regret for not making a note of the address. A hazy moon began to make her appearance in the evening sky, leaving the tiny Palermo street awash in a warm orange glow. Squinting in the darkness, I saw what appeared to be a tunnel at the end of the street; there was no way I was going to walk into the black unknown. Slowly I inched closer and discovered the tunnel was actually a stairway. Just as I quickened my pace, an arm shot out of a hidden doorway and pulled me inside, pinning me against a wall. A deep voice I knew intimately whispered in honeyed Sicilian tones “Picchì ci haiu misu tantu tempu, amuri miu? Ti vogghiu beni!”º Passionate kisses drifted down my neck. Breathless, I murmured “I’m here now, my love. Show me.”
Kiss me now, my love,
In the warm glow of the moon
You possess my heart
NAR©2024
º“What took you so long, my love? I am burning for you.”
This is the Flamingos with “I Only Have Eyes For You”
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Steady Eddie
Written for
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix Story Starter,
Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge ‘flow’
and
Weekend Writing Prompt #360 ‘expire’.
There was no way he was doing it. And that was that.
He was a creature of habit, never deviating from the norm.
Let the cat out at 7:00 every morning.
Thermostat set at a constant 68º.
Teeth cleaned every four months without fail.
Just as rivers flow downhill, his course was ever steady.
No goddamn way was he going to let his parking meter expire.
NAR©2024
66 Words
#StoryStarter
This is The Outsiders with “Time Won’t Let Me:
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The Suit
Written for Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge ~ Black
Bill stood at his open closet mumbling and cursing under his breath as he pulled out one pair of pants after the other. He was in a mood that has no definition or perhaps many definitions, none of them good. He was searching for something to wear for the funeral of his twin brother, Jim, who died suddenly on April 2. Had it been anyone else’s funeral, Bill would have just pulled out a suitable pair of pants and a dress shirt, but this was his brother and he said he needed his black suit. He couldn’t find it in the closet and he was getting angry but, of course, the errant suit was not the cause for his consternation. I walked to the closet and spotted the suit immediately. Handing it to Bill, I hugged him and kissed his cheek. As I ironed his shirt I could hear him crying softly. “Why’d you have to go and die, Jim?”
NAR©2024
This is Brooks and Dunn with “Believe”
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Purification
Not
a peep
did she make
in her white dress
receiving the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
NAR©2024
15 Words
This is Dalai Lama meditation, “Purification”
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From Eden
Sammi at Weekend Writing Prompt has challenged us to write
a poem or prose of exactly 97 words, including the word ‘anfractuous’.
I’ve added a few other prompts I had laying around, namely from
FOWC with Fandango, Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge and
Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge. This is my 97-word story.
They lived in lush green perfection of ripe fruit and pristine water. When their misadventures and disobedience angered the Maker, they and their sons were cast out.
One son, a farmer, made an offering of paltry wheat; the Maker was displeased.
The other, a shepherd, offered his firstborn lamb, which pleased the Maker.
In a panic, the jealous farmer killed his brother.
Enraged and saddened, the Maker banished the murderer, condemning him to a life of endless wandering.
Anfractuous paths covered the land. The farmer roamed for years, until blindly falling from a cliff to his death.
NAR©2024
97 Words
This is Hozier with “From Eden”
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DADDY GOES TO THE MALL
Denise @ GirlieOnTheEdge
has once again challenged us
to write a Six Sentence Story,
incorporating the word “limit”.
This is my response.
🎅🏼
“Now listen up, kids, because Daddy’s had just about enough of this nonsense; I’m at the end of my rope and very close to losing it right here in front of Cinnabon, you hear me?
Every year it’s the same thing with you kids; Timmy, Sally .… I need you guys to get a grip because people are starting to stare, mall security is checking me out and the big guy in the red suit is becoming impatient.
Try to remember what we talked about last night when I read you a bedtime story, how you gotta behave because Santa is watching all the time and he knows when you’re being naughty (like now) or when you’re being nice; if you want Santa Claus to come to our house this year and bring you Christmas presents, you better shape up this minute and stop crying or else you’re gonna get a big fat lump of coal in your stocking!
Sally, I know you want Mommy right now but the last time I saw her she was ducking into Ye Olde Candle Shoppe and she hasn’t come out yet …. as if we really need more goddamn candles that smell like fruit cake and reindeer balls …. it ain’t normal, I’m telling you; look, we’re next in line to see Santa so everybody settle down, stop crying and when we’re all done we’ll go down to the food court and get ice cream at Baskin Robbins, ok?
Hold on a second, kids, cos one of the elves is putting up a sign and I wanna see what it says; whoa, whoa, whoa …. wait up there, pal …. what’s with the sign?
Ok, change of plans, kids …. Santa’s taking a lunch break and won’t be back till 3:00 so we’re gonna go hunt down Mommy in the friggin’ candle store and then we’re gonna go home where Daddy can watch Sunday football and have a couple of cold ones and Mommy can bring you back to the mall tomorrow while I’m at the office; Timmy, Sally …. for fuck’s sake …. that’s enough now cos Daddy’s good and pissed and has reached his limit …. so stop with the damn crying or I’ll really give you something to cry about!”
NAR © 2023
This is Bob Rivers & Twisted Christmas with “I Am Santa Claus”
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