Written for RDP where Punam’s word of the day
is ‘chimera’ and for Sue and Gerry’s Weekly Prompt –
The One Day Prompt. Here’s where the prompts took me.
Tag: Weekly Prompts The One Day Prompt
The Expedition
Written for Only Murders In My Mind Weekly
Writing Prompt #82 and for Sue & Gerry’s
Weekly Prompts The One Day Prompt #18.
Here’s where the photo prompt took me.
In Your Dreams
Written for Esther’s “Can You Tell A Story In” – #306
in exactly 52 words using these five prompt words:
‘seal’, ‘growl’, ‘allergic’, ‘haphazard’, and ‘polka’, and
for Gerry’s & Sue’s “Weekly Prompts – The One Day
Prompt” – #17. Here’s my flash in exactly 52 words.
Goo Goo G’Joob
Written for Muse On Monday where David asks us
to write a story based on a fairy tale. Also for
Sue & Gerry’s Weekly Prompts – The One Day Prompt.
Originally written in 2018, I couldn’t resist a repeat;
I hope you enjoy my story of Humpty Dumpty.
Digital Heartbeats
Written for Only Murders In My Mind
Weekly Writing Prompt #69 and for
Gerry & Sue’s Weekly Prompts The
One Day Prompt #15 . This week’s
inspiration is the photo seen below.
This is where my imagination went.
Like Magic!
Written for Esther’s “Can You Tell A Story In…..?
#297” – exactly 41 words using the five required
prompts: ‘balloon’, ‘fancy’, ‘trance’, ‘satchel’,
and ‘monkey’. Also for Gerry & Sue’s Weekly
Prompts The One Day Prompt #15.
Here’s where my thoughts went.
Susie Q.
Written for Esther’s Laughing Along
With A Limerick #238 with the prompt
word ‘block’ and Gerry & Sue’s Weekly
Prompts The One Day Prompt #14.
This is my limerick.
Time Unfolds
Written for Sadje’s What Do You See #291
and Sue & Gerry’s Weekly Prompts –
The One Day Prompt (13) This is my response.
Perrier and Caviar
Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing
Prompt #413 using the word ‘impudence’
in exactly 84 words and for Gerry & Sue’s
Weekly Prompts The One Day Prompt (12).
This is my 84-word story.
Old Jedediah
Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing
Prompt #409 using the word ‘revel’ in
exactly 69 words. Also for Sue & Gerry’s
Weekly Prompts The One Day Prompt
#11. Gorgeous graphic is by Kevin @
The Beginning At Last/No Theme Thursday.
In 69 words exactly, this is my story.
So Sue Me!
Written for Esther’s “Can You Tell A Story In…..?
– #275” exactly 46 words using the five required
prompt words: ‘deadbeat’, ‘cat’, ‘fiesta’ ‘septic’ and
‘battery’, for Sue & Gerry’s Weekly Prompts –
The One Day Prompt (10) and for Gerry & Sue’s
Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge – ‘gawking’.
This is my 46 word very short story.
Of All The Days!
Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #400,
prompt word “utter”; Sue & Gerry’s Weekly Prompts –
The One-Day Prompt; David Stewart’s Muse on Monday;
FOWC “disorder”, FOWC “hate”, FOWC “glance”
and FOWC “reluctance”. In 92 words, this is my story.
Devastation
Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #392
incorporating the word “swarm” in a composition of 10 words.
Also for Sue & Gerry’s Weekly Prompts – The One Day
Prompt (8). In exactly 10 words, this is my flash.
Tout Doucement
Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #387 and
Sue W & Gerry C’s Weekly Prompts – The One Day Prompt #7,
incorporating the words ‘unexpected’ and ‘one day’
written in exactly 15 words. This is my 15-word flash.
The Confrontation
Written for Weekly Prompts – The One-Day Prompt (6)
and The Sunday Whirl – Wordle 673 incorporating the
twelve required words shown below. Here’s my story.
“Secrets, lies, glimpses at your messages, the way you jump for the phone every time it rings. You’re living a secret life, Kenneth, and it’s destroying us.” June’s lips quivered, her eyelashes were wet with tears. She walked across the living room to stoke the slowly dying fire …. an ironic symbol of their languishing nine year marriage.
Kenneth stood by the window looking down at the street below. As much as he tried to avoid talking about it, he knew one day it would come to this.
June wondered if he was even listening.
“You had another dream last night, Kenneth; the bed was soaked with sweat. Don’t you think I have a right to know?”
Slowly Kenneth turned to face June; he let out a ragged breath. “Yes, darling. It’s time you knew the truth. Come, sit with me.”
They sat together on the couch for a few moments in silence. Finally Kenneth turned to June and took her hand in his.
“I’m leaving, June. I’m going back to the Congo.”
June was stunned; of all the things Kenneth could have said, she never expected that. “And back to the arms of your lover Sunda, no doubt” she spat out bitterly. “How could you, Kenneth!”
“Sunda’s dead, June. The fevers returned with greater intensity and frequency. She didn’t make it.”
“Dead?! Then what other reason could you possibly have for going back?” June asked, bewildered.
“The messages I’ve been getting .… they’re all from my doctor. Twelve years ago Sunda and I nearly died from the plague in the Congo while doing research. We both miraculously survived. Now she’s dead and I also have the fevers. I’m dying. The doctor confirmed my fears.”
“No! It can’t be true! I don’t understand, Kenneth. Why must you return to the Congo? Stay here with me. We’ll find the best doctors and fight this together!” June sobbed.
“Oh, darling June. If only it were that easy. There’s just one cure and it lies in the Cinchona plant hidden deep in the western swamp forests of the Congo. I refuse to expose you to the danger. I leave tonight.”
NAR©2024
This is “Jungle Fever” by Stevie Wonder
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From Where to Eternity*
Written for Weekend Writing Prompt #379 and
Weekly Prompts – The One-Day Prompt. In exactly
82 words and including the required words
“timepiece” and “one day”, here is my flash.
The Sopranos, Episode 2.09. A post-surgery Christopher Moltisanti frantically pumps his morphine drip.
Those were my thoughts at 4AM after waking up in agony; my 8-Hour Tylenol had worn off two hours early, alerting the pain timepiece in my brain.
Clearly the Tylenol isn’t cutting it, but due to federal guidelines and crackdowns, a doctor’s ability to prescribe necessary painkillers has been seriously restricted and people like me living in the US are getting screwed.
Maybe one day they’ll get it right.
NAR©2024
82 Words
*The Sopranos, Season 2, Episode 9
This is the opening theme for The Sopranos, “Woke Up This Morning”, by Alabama 3.
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A Perfect Couple
Written for Fandango’s Story Starter #159
where the first sentence is the prompt and
for Weekly Prompts The One Day Prompt,
using the phrase ‘one day’. This is my story.
The sound of laughter drifted up from the street below, making Gregory feel very alone.
It’s hard to imagine life without her. When the hell did everything start to unravel?
Now he sat alone in the shell of their apartment, baseball game on the tv playing for no one, nursing his second scotch. This place used to be alive with people enjoying one of their famous parties. When he closed his eyes he could hear their friends’ lively discussions and the sound of her spirited laugh.
Everyone said they were the perfect couple. Theirs was a comfortable, easy marriage – dinner at Gallagher’s, cycling along Riverside Drive, steamy showers after Saturday morning sex. They were in sync in their choices of movies, paint colors and the biggest decision of all .… neither one wanted kids.
He sat there, head in hands while a thousand thoughts went through his mind. When did he begin having second thoughts? Was it when her sister asked them to be godparents for her first baby? Was it watching the kids in the playground across the street? All he could remember was the night he whispered in her ear that he wanted to have a baby.
She was blindsided. What? No! He was just named partner at Central Casting. She was food editor for Country Living magazine. Life was perfect. They had an agreement, dammit!
Would she just consider thinking about it? No! How could he spring this on her now?
Days, weeks went by. She remained adamant, distant. Then one day he came home after work and she was gone.
Here he sat alone with his scotch, ballgame long over, thumb rubbing his wedding band while he stared at divorce papers.
It couldn’t have happened to a more perfect couple.
NAR©2024
This is “The Dance” by Garth Brooks
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