April 17, 2018 Prompt – Low battery. Exactly the two words I didn’t want to see right now

Low Battery

It started with an evening camel ride in the Sahara Desert of Morocco. Abdul, my guide of about twenty, looked like the handsome prince from central casting. I balanced myself on the uncomfortable back of a white dromendary. Suddenly, from the distance I heard the hoots and shouts of a horde of men coming toward us. They surrounded Abdul and myself and forced us off our camels. Within a minute, the horde, camels and Abdul had disappeaed over the dunes.
I stood there, all alone dressed in a cape and turban while darkness swifly descended upon me. I pulled out my trusted cell phone and read the message–low battery.
God help me.

Ellynore Smith

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March 10, 2018 – Prompt – People change, even the Devil was once an Angel.

Everyone changes?
Well, that is a load of crap.
I refuse to change.
Even my father’s casting me out, will not force a change in me.
I told him what I thought of his rule.
I am sticking to my words.
I shall not change.
No matter how long the banishment to the basement lasts.

yours truly – Lucifer

JL Lahey

 

March 27, 2018 – Prompt – I was hunting Easter eggs but instead found____?

I pushed aside the long narrow leaves of the irises, looking for bright spots of color. I wasn’t expecting to hear the low rattle almost dry leaves rustling against each other. Having been raised in the desert, I knew to freeze. The only thing that moved, aside from the pulse I could feel pounding in my throat, were my eyes. I looked carefully until I spotted him. There he was, coiled between the cluster of green stalks and the building wall. I was hunting Easter eggs but instead had found a rattlesnake. Thankfully, he wasn’t poised to strike. Moving ever so slowly so I didn’t startle him, I pulled back and let him be. If there were eggs there, he could have them!

Meleesa Stephens

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It was a fun group of people, some older than others, and a whole group of children. The mission was to roam widely in the garden looking for those brightly colored eggs. It sounds easy, but the heat was killing me. I looked for those shaded places and quietly crept into the dark recesses, moving the greenery around and peering intently among the rocks and weeds.
I had hardly noticed them, they were sitting quietly like a well-behaved class of kids but then one of them moved, and another flapped her wings, and the game was up. They were six of those goslings about a few days old, bright eyed and probably well fed for they just sat there quietly as if in deep meditation.
Here I was hunting for Easter eggs but instead found this quiet lot, resting before beginning their journey into life.

Tim Bhajjan

 

February 27, 2018 – Prompt – Pick Six

This weeks prompt was a pick six exercise and began: You are tending to your own business when a yeti stops you. this unproven (possibly mythological being asks if you know you spouse is flirting with a glorg. You have no idea what the being wants, so you counter with handing it the newspaper you have in your back pocket.

The underlined words/phrases were picked from a list of six for each. Here is one members response.

Not every day one meets a Yeti, the one-eyed hairy fellow. It scared me just a bit I’d say, but he seemed rather mellow.
Besides I couldn’t get around him. He took up all the sidewalk. He leaned right in with his yellow-toothed smile. Suggested we have a talk.
“What about?” I gasped with a croak. While he cracked a terrible grin.
“Just between you and I.”
It involved a bit of sin.
“Linda,” he hissed, “your faithful wife has been slipping and sleeping around.”
“Give me break,” I countered. “I’d have heard in this very small town. Look,” I said reaching far behind and pulling a newspaper out. “It says right here adultery is nil. What are you talking about?”
“Well,” he said, “believe what you will. Believe it or not. Indeed I have to say really you should not believe everything you read.”

Donna Costly

March 20, 2018 -Prompt – fire, light, riddle

Two responses both from Ellynore

1. The fire threw a light on the riddle. The butler did it.
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2. “Got a light buddy?”

I pulled out my bic and gave it a click. The fire lit up his face. I pulled back in shock. The only feature was a mouth with a butt extending out. No nose, no eyes, nothing else.

He spoke in a raspy voice, “What are you staring at? Haven’t you ever seen people from Riddle before?”

“No, I don’t even know where Riddle is.”

“It’s the little country between Rubik and Cube.”

Ellynore Seybold

March 6, 2018 – Prompt – use dance, adorable and pattern

Millie reached for a record, it was Glen Miller and his orchestra. She hadn’t danced to his music since she was a 20-year-old and volunteered at the USO in San Francisco. She remembered a particular day when a tall sailor came through the door.

She watched him from the other side of the room. He was hands down the most handsome man she had ever seen. She felt her heartbeat speed up. He was coming across the room looking at her with his bright blue eyes. There was a hint of a teasing nature in his glance.

She smoothed down her new skirt. She hoped he liked it. She had made it herself with a pattern from Simplicity, the latest style was the claim on the envelope.

“Hello,” the sailor said, “I’m Bud McAllister.”

Milly stammered, her tongue wouldn’t cooperate, “I’m.” Was all she could get out.

“You’re Milly aren’t you.”

How does he know my name? Her face reddened as she remembered she had on a name tag.

“Okay, Milly, I will just call you Adorable.”

Christine Howard

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He was an elder, Hopi antelope clan specifically, according to the beaded pattern of the sash hanging from his headband. Been many years since I heard grandpa claim he was the first white-eye allowed to photograph the people perform their sacred snake dance. No one had ever challenged that story. Was not wise to challenge grandpa’s stories, whether family or not! I’d seen the prints, they’d been beaten-up old, the dancers carried all the right symbols; same as before me now. Only black and white photos, but one might imagine the colors, and their shades seemed to ring true. This was an experience, talking with the elder. But that damn rattle snake he held “too close by” was not at all adorable! Elder searched my face then his gaze locked on my eye. He spoke, “You look like Hiram.” One of the names grandpa went by. Then he added, “Your grandpa was a Yei-Ba-Chei* — and a friend.”

* Am continuing research on this term to independently corroborate its origin and meaning.
Aunt Edna, father (Lloyd), cousin Shirley, and grandpa Ed often labeled my younger brother and I this before we graduated eighth grade. Years later when we asked what it meant they all replied, “acting like one of the mischievous Kachinas.”

Donavin Leckenbey

 

February 13, 2018 – Prompt – A rose with a letter attached hung from the door. The letter simply said: “See you at 8 o’clock.

A rose with a letter attached hung from the door. The letter simply said “See you at 8:00 o’clock.”
Mary fidgeted the letter back into the envelope. She looked to the left. She looked to the right far down the street. No one. Could this be Ralph? He’s been staring at me for weeks. He asked me out but I ruined him down. Well, who knows. Could it be Bill? Oh, I hope it’s Bill. Big hunky Bill, with that welcoming smile, and that racy red sports car.
I better pick up the laundry, wash the dishes, and clean off the dining table. I know, I can use that red lace covered pot, put the rose in it, and use it for the center piece. Time passed, the meal cooked, and everything set out.
Eight o’clock rolled around. DING, DONG. “Hello?”
We are from the Jehovah Witness…..

Kevin Draper

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A single rose with a letter attached hung from the door. The letter simply stated, “See you at eight o’clock.”
The rose was blue, a light shade of blue that matched Kaylee’s front door. A black wreath hung on the door as well, although it was beginning to turn more of a dark gray.
Weathered though it was, Kaylee wasn’t ready to take it down yet. Twelve days had gone by painfully slow since Brian, her fiancee, had died.
Today was Valentine’s Day, it was to have been their wedding day. Kaylee took the rose in her hand, lifting it to her face. There was no scent.
The rose and letter couldn’t have been there for long, she’d been gone from her apartment just an hour or so. She had no idea who had left it there. She turned and sat down on the stoop.

Karen Hydock

 

February 6, 2018 – Prompt – She opened the door to hundreds of roses. She knew they were from him. He had found her.

Iced Tea

 2/6/18 Prompt: She opened the door to hundreds of roses. She knew they were from him. He had found her.

She tasted the metallic dryness of her mouth, felt the dampness of her palms, and heard her blood pulse in her ears. She slammed the door and sank to the floor too stunned to weep.

Seven years she had lived in exile in the Sonoran Desert feeling a little freer and maybe even more confident with each season, but that all evaporated in a moment. What was her plan? She used to have one for this day. Why had she neglected her go bag?

A feeling descended upon her, a dark coolness, resolute and final. She opened the door, picked up the roses—it took her five armloads—and shoved them into the trash can next to her garage, walked back inside, and closed only the security door. There would be no more running.

Her tiny shaking fingers slipped the Kimber Micro 9 into her back jeans pocket as she strode to the kitchen to make iced tea.

Erv Barnes

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Ella silently screamed when she opened the door to find a delivery man carrying 100s of roses. “Sign here.” He said, holding out a pad and pen.

Ellen tried to act composed, “surely you must have the wrong address.”

“No miss.” He replied looking down at the pad. “This is the right address.”

“Well I refuse the delivery.” she insisted.

“That’s your prerogative.” The man stammered, “ but I don’t think it will do much good. The man who placed the order is right behind me. Perhaps you can tell him yourself.” The delivery man ran off revealing a tall dark figure.

“Oh my God!” Ella screamed. “It’s you. How did you find me.“

“I’ve followed your moves for the past 5 years. Did you think you could ignore the contract you made that allowed you to enjoy your stardom and lavish life. Now that your five years are up, I’ve come to collect your soul and take it back with me to Hell.”

The devil then laughed a wicked laugh and disappeared in a puff of smoke with Ella.

Linda Scott

January 30, 2018 – Prompt – Write a Scene that involves a toe poking out of a sock

It was a giveaway, when I saw from under the bed, a toe poking out of a sock.

Little Sean, had run away from home. He was five years old. His father had punished him for leaving the door of the chicken coop open.

The weather was fierce, the rain came down in sheets. The temperature dipped toward the freezing mark. Where could he run and not freeze to death?

Police gathered on the family farm, along with neighbors. The search would be organized. In the meantime mom was frantic. She had pains in her chest, shortness of breath…tears. She slumped to the floor. Next thing my mother was being resuscitated.

Watching, I stood frozen. Then as she came to, I screamed. “Sean is ok! I found him under my bed with our dog Duke. He’s ok mom, he’s ok”!

Now, years later I am a mother of a five-year-old. I look back on that day when my brother disappeared and shudder. Sean was gone a relatively short time, but it’s a lifetime for a mother.

By Carol Camilla Taylor

 

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Setting: Aisle in a local home store
Characters: Cal and Jeff, local old-timers

Cal speaking in a hushed voice:
“I have never seen the likes of this.”

Shakes his head and chuckles
“Why, down-home we would never go out with such. It is just scandalous.”

Jeff using a loud deep voice:
“This is a different time and place. It isn’t that these folks don’t give a damn. They have a different kettle of fish to fry. Feeding nine mouths takes all their time and cash. Even the extra odd jobs don’t add up to enough.”

Cal
But they could take care of what they have. A toe poking out of a sock? Really? You’ve heard of “a stitch in time”? Next thing you know the whole sock will be just a rag. Why, in my day Ma would mend our clothes, even our socks.

Jeff
Ya, when did we start throwing away instead of fixing things?

Cal
Maybe the young in’s would like to learn some of the old skills. We sure could teach them a thing or two. Wanna give it a try?”

Dr. J. Mowczko

Our writing prompt responses are always a revelation and we welcome any replies. This week’s prompt was a first and it was all the result of the word SCENE. One can interpret  that in many ways. One member gave us a scene from a screenplay.

Jan. 23, 2018 – Prompt – Travel, Breathtaking, Fruit

This weeks prompt use the three words in one or two sentences.

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The extremely sour taste of this citrus fruit after having to travel so far is absolutely breathtaking.Bobbi Van Raalte

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We were excited by the TV ad, traveled to Aruba, ordered way too many breath-taking fermented fruit juices they call Aruba Dulce, and the rest is a blank.

Donavin Leckenby

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In my travel to Asia I came across a breathtaking fruit called the dragonfruit. Ugh, you had to hold your nose to get it into the mouth, but the fruit tasted good.

true story.
Ellynore Seybold

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We traveled to the Grand Canyon where the view was so breathtaking I almost forgot to chew my fruit before swallowing.

Lorraine Ueeck

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I travel to the top of a hill giving a breathtaking view of the tomato vines. “Fruit, Vegetable,” I pour some salt on a fresh ripe one, and take a bite, “Who Cares.”

Graymayne