June 20, 2017 – Prompt

This week’s prompt was this picture. Contributed by JL Lahey.

4572480633_2c7ea3e0da_bWhen I volunteered to work in the college lab, I didn’t realize what I was getting into. I found out much to my surprise that I was in charge of taking care of all the strange body parts in jars and the skeletons stored there.

Campus life was rather dull and boring, and no one ever came to the lab unless they had an assignment to complete. The hours dragged by, so I decided to make a game out of my job. My goal was to get more of the students in the Science program to come to the lab.
Each Wednesday afternoon I started taking Harvey, one of our biggest skeletons, for a bike ride around campus. I had him stuffed into the basket on the front of the bike. Harvey, that’s what I called him, carried a big sign on his lap. It read, Hey Guys do you want to party? Come hang out with me on Fridays from 4 to 6. Free Beer!

I also arranged for loud music to play in the background. We certainly got everyone’s attention. From that time on the science lab “rocked” every Friday afternoon and evening. The school professors didn’t know what to think, but I won “The Campus Hospitality Award” that year.

Strange what a friendly skeleton and free beer can do!

Jean Dunston

June 13, 2017 – Prompt – Found

Found – A Collection of Cliches

I finally found my way home after spending a fortnight wandering in the jungle. There was a huge pot of gold at the doorstep.

“Finders Keepers,” I exclaimed.

Then I found out riches can’t buy happiness and I still felt lost inside.
I found myself searching for words to express my emotions.

Jeannie Browning

(This week’s prompt from Karen Hydock)

June 6, 2017 -Prompt -Danger

June 6, 2017 -Prompt – Danger

The sign by the cliff-side read “Danger. Stay on the path.” The rocks rose straight up, crossed with lines and pockmarked with handholds, a climber’s dream despite the raging river and jagged canyon walls below.

Keita Sage looked at her twin brother. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

He was already climbing. “Last one to the top babysits Avie tonight.”

Avie, their younger sister, squawked a protest, but Keita and Glen were already climbing.

The rock crumbled under Keita’s hands. She veered south to keep out of her brother’s way, but the rock here was smooth. Her fingertips found the smallest crack, and her toes bent back painfully as she stuffed her bare feet into the impressions. Was he ahead? She didn’t dare look. Sweat dripped into her eyes and made them sting. Her arms trembled, her fingers seemed rubbed raw. Never mind beating Glen now, she just wanted to get off this cliff without falling.

At last Keita heaved herself over the ridge. She flipped to her back, panting, as her brother joined her.

“Was it worth it?”

Keita whirled. Her dainty sister perched on a nearby boulder, watching them. “How’d you get up here?” she demanded.

“Easy.” Avie’s smile grew. “I followed the switchbacks.”

Christie Powell

(This week’s prompt from Meleesa Stephens.)

May 30, 2017 – Prompt – My Biggest Lie

White Lies are acceptable to protect someone’s feelings.
Broken Promises should be avoided at all cost.
Lies of Fabrication, only if by accident
Bold-Faced Lies, only if answering, “Do I look fat in this?”
Lying in Exaggeration, only acceptable if discussing fishing and golf.
Lies of Deception should be met with tier-iron justice.
Compulsive Lying should constantly be fought, agents.
Lies of omission, should not be omitted.
But the one you burn in the foulest pits of hell fore is Plagiarism, and we can all agree on that.

JL Lahey


Well, where do I start? With my name, I suppose. I acquired my current handle when I walked away from a train crash. Two trains, head on, four cars derailed and a fireball so high into the sky you could see it two counties away. Six dead and two missing-I don’t know what happened to the other person. Succumbed, is my guess. Anyway, as I walked away, I left my old life behind me and started over. As I slipped off, I saw L&N written on the side of one of the train cars, and the name Lane Nelson came to me. I liked it, so I kept it.
I’m a natural born salesman, so it wasn’t hard to pick up a new identity and sell people on it. Getting a new set of papers wasn’t hard either, especially with the millions I had stolen from a gangster just before I boarded the train.

Karen Hydock

(This week’s prompt came from Lloyd Rains)

May 23,2017 – Prompt -Whispers of Sweet Repose

I rise fully awake my alarm spell going off. No rest for this old wizard. I grab my sack and rise, heading towards the hidden exit. The hatch opens before I arrive and the horrible visage of the marked vagabond leering at me in the barely lit hovel forces me to alter my plan of a quiet escape. I weave a thread as he crosses the distance certain he has me, but then I cast Whispers of Sweet Repose and cross the room before he hits the floor enjoying the rest, denied to me.

I exit the tunnel and receive a blow that forces me to the ground a dark foggy field interfering with my eyes and I think I hear a voice tell me, “Your getting too old for all this adventure.”

D.T. Richoy

(this weeks prompt was from Gray)

May 16, 2017 – Prompt – “I went to bed and woke up…


Waking, I realize that I am not where I usually go to sleep.

Awakening with no recollection of the young lady that is laying next to me, is not an altogether unusual occurrence.

Cautiously I stand. Turning and attempting to soundlessly move away from my new bed mate, wondering the whole time, “What did I drink last night to make me awaken cuddled up naked, next to a dragon?”

JL Lahey

(this weeks prompt was from Jeanne Neale)

May 2, 2017 -Prompt – was a painting


donkey 2I am always at a loss for words when surrounded by asses.

J. L. Lahey


Four Donkeys Staring at an Unknown Object

Four donkeys stared over the fence.
Donkey number one— “So what do think?’
Donkey number two— “I don’t know; we have never seen anything like it before.”
Donkey number three— “Should we touch it? “
Donkey number four— “Do you want to touch it? I wonder if it bites? That funny man keeps running around waving that little box at us. I wonder what it is?”
Donkey number one— “look he keeps waving it at us. Listen, he is asking us if we want to be stars on You Tube. “
Donkey number three—“What’s You Tube?”

Jean Dunstan

May 9, 2017 – Prompt – LOST

For a change members of the group will be suggesting a prompt this weeks “LOST” was Ellynore Smith’s. Every week a different member will give the prompt.


I was feeling frantic. The papers with all of my computer passwords were lost. Well, they weren’t really lost. I had put them somewhere “safe”. I clearly remember moving the papers three weeks ago, putting them in a special place. But for the life of me, I couldn’t remember where.
I rifled through files and boxes, tearing the house apart. But no luck. I finally gave up and did the only thing I could think of that would help. I prayed. I prayed that either I would remember where I had put the passwords or I would find them “accidently” while looking for something else.
The very next day I was looking for some legal papers for my son, in a box of papers I had already searched through many times before. There they were!
Changing the secret hiding place…I won’t do that again.

Rose Anne Faulkner

April 25, 2017 – Prompt – A pilot who emergency lands on a carnivorous Island.

GPS failed. Radio’s out, but the island was inviting. Good timing too, since fuel needle had banged on empty-pin thirty minutes ago. What else? DO NOT ASK! No time for approach. Just head toward the clearing with gear down. At best, there were no shrubs nor grass. His spot to try was smooth. Looked velvety but shiny, appeared solid. Seat belt? Check.

An image, a memory flashed.

Not a really wide opening, but adequate diameter to fit his braking distance after touch down.

He tried to remember. What was that image of? It wouldn’t stay long enough to register.

Entire oval below edged around with bars pointing away from the open. Each ended in a ball.

Really familiar, but he couldn’t dig it up. Keep it. Frustrating. It only flashed.

His attention was on the controls. Had to be, now. He’d guessed right. Great! Wheels touched and maybe enough fumes left to reverse props, to brake. Feet on the pedals lightly, yet ready to stand hard, both on right or left if needed to slip sideways and stay on the surface. Might tip over on the bars?

The plane stopped. He breathed. Both still, at the oval’s edge.
Viscous liquid began to seep out of and over the surface. STRANGE!.
Peripherally, the bars and balls were moving, lifting.
Edges of the open were curling up, folding over them.
Plane and he inside were nudged toward the growing shadow at center.
Got darker yet when the bars intertwined overhead. Slivers of the outside daylight persisted, barely.

Finally, his image surfaced and held. Matched what this place looked like from the air. Botany!

But this one was huge! Really huge. The flat pans ringed with sticky, ball tipped “fingers.”
A SUNDEW; a HUGE sundew.

What will those digestive acids do to the aluminum skin of the plane?
No wondering how he’d go. End up.

His image morphed from plant to empty skeletons of flies and beetles.
Their insides dissolved, absorbed.
The class had found both inside their lab specimens.

He could now taste the the acrid fumes.

IT thought. If it could, he was a fly?

Doniaven Leckenby


Jasper looked up with his gold pan still swirling in the cold waters of Winter Creek. He had found a little color and was about to pull out a nice nugget when he heard the voice from behind.

The man said, “Well, Jasper! It looks like I’ve finally tracked you down to the spot where you’ve been finding all that dust! You won’t need money or gold where you’re a goin’.”

Jasper had his Colt revolver on his right side, away from and out of sight of the intruder.

In a lightning fast move he whipped around and fired two rounds into the man’s chest. The fellow fell in a quivering heap on the creek bank.

He came face to face with St. Peter. He was turned away at the pearly gates when St. Peter said, “You can’t sit with us.”

“Really?” he replied, “Do they still have cliques in Heaven?”

J. C. Gable