December 17, 2013 Prompt–It Just Hung There

Imagine walking through the forest, watching and listening for birds, waiting to take pictures and record their distinct calls. Then, among the trees a shadow appears that seems out of place. Squabbling of birds of prey can be heard in that direction. Getting closer, a corpse reveals.  It just hung there and vultures pecked away at the carrion. Gone were any identifiable facial features.

I took as many pictures as I dared in short time, then back tracked, darting away from the scene. I forgot all about birds and their song, thinking only of my own safety and the frenetic need to find authorities to whom I could unburden the horror of my day.

by Kirsten Wohlgemuth

Alice’s Dilemma

It just hung there, drawing me in, calling my name. I resisted, shunning the
temptation. But its alluring power kept drawing me back. Oh, the boiling sin
it expressed, the way it played upon my thirst for attraction. I turned to
leave and preserve my humble virtues. But, no, I bought the dress.

by Kevin Draper

December 10, 2013 – Prompt – From the Back of the Truck

From the Back of the Truck all that Billy could see was a cloud of dust and a vehicle quickly bearing down on them.  He had no idea why the people were chasing them, but was shocked to see a hand out the window holding a pistol being aimed in his direction.  Then he heard a bullet zing past his head followed by the sound of the gun being fired.

John Gable


I had always wanted a tuxedo. I don’t know why, it’s not like I wear them often, but there’s the high cost of rentals and that whole James Bond thing that I grew up indoctrinated with. I mean that dude is classy! He can be in a swamp or hanging from a helicopter and he will be wearing a tuxedo, looking good; cool; calm; confident.

When I saw the commercial from the new store at the outlet mall called “From the Back of a Truck”, I knew that this would be my best shot, or most affordable chance to have that James Bond look, that secret weapon, within close reach in my wardrobe.

I immediately went down to “From the Back of a Truck” and inquired about the $99 tuxedo special advertised on TV. The salesperson directed towards a powder blue selection which was more 1970’s prom that Monte Carlo James Bond cool.

It looks like no James Bond for me today, From the Back of a Truck.

Barry John Johnson

Universal Gender Confusion – By Lloyd Rain,

There were seven or eight of us joking around in the back of the pick-up as it roared down the freeway at seventy mph or so. Our driver could see very little through the crowd in his rear view mirror so he maintained his speed and it was fortunate that no one fell overboard; that is, until someone actually did tip over the tailgate and disappear. I seemed to be the only rider who even noticed this but I quickly leaped to the tailgate to ascertain his or her status. And sure enough, there( he or she) was, clutching the bumper while sliding down the road at high speed. (He or she) was desperately trying to get enough purchase to pull (him or her) back onto the bumper and thence, into the truck. In the most heroic manner that I could muster, I stepped over the tailgate, placed one foot on the bumper and my left hand on the top rail of the tailgate. From that vantage, using every newton of strength I could rally, I reached as low as I could with my right hand and tried to grasp any part of (him or her) that might save (his or her) life by lofting (him or her) back into the truck. Finally, after three attempts, crouching lower and lower each time, I managed to grasp (his or her) shirt collar and drag (him or her) a few inches upward so that (he or she) could use both hands to advance (himself or herself) upward onto the bumper. It was not until that moment that I actually saw the face of the person who I had saved as I continued to stabilize (him or her) with my grasp on (his or her) collar. Because none of the other occupants of the truck had any cognizance of the little drama that was taking place on the rearward side of the tailgate, I realized that I had three options facing me and that a decision had to be made almost instantly. Here were my options;

Option 1) I could continue lofting (him or her) upward until (he or she) was fully safe inside the box of the pick-up;

Option 2) I could ask (him or her) to marry me and then proceed in accordance with (him or her) answer;

Option 3)I could release (him or her) shirt collar immediately and climb back into the truck as if nothing had happened.

The decision I made at that moment has changed my life forever.

Prompt for November 5, 2013 – Adverbs how not to use them

Our prompt this week was a departure although it was about the barn as a lesson in why using too many adverbs is not good for our writing we were to use as many as we could in the prompt to show how awkward they make a passage.

The only slightly visible light was a small one over by the old and ugly barn. Hurriedly, I donned my clothes and quickly I went for the brightly shining speck of light. I entered the barn and noticed a drawer in the old ugly cupboard that was slightly open. I approached and carefully, slowly, I opened it further.. Some sort of weirdly shaped object was giving off the light. That was not the only thing questionably different about it. It hummed strangely—stranger than anything I ever heard before. And, it shook slightly. I put my hand on top of the thing. It burned my hand very badly. Oddly it stopped the noise and its movement. Feeling very faint, I pushed the drawer gently closed deciding I would investigate further  in the early dawn. Wearily, I trekked back to the house and took to my bed, where I slept comfortably.


I slowly opened the heavy barn door. Inside the dimly lit room was an elephant. ‘How could have it come in here?’  I asked myself. Quickly I picked up the broom and made a sweepingly motion toward the beast. The pachyderm had a beautifully embroidered rug on top of its’ back. Slowly I approached the large animal and fondly reached out to touch its’ roughly dry skin. the elephant started to crotch awkwardly and rested on its’ haunches as if it had been thoroughly trained to take on passengers. Carefully I placed my foot upon its’ ear and jumped hesitantly up onto the back of the elephant. Gaily I shouted ‘HO’ and the pachyderm quickly rose up. Out of the barn we strode silently into the night.

Nancy Nation

I had walked languidly to the barn and looked in expectantly hoping to find my husband sleepily checking on our newly born calves. Amazingly that was not what I found. Instead a very large purplish alien was sitting in the center of the barn floor contentedly picking his nose.

“Where did you come from?” I asked in a quaveringly shaky voice.

“I am from the planet Nistra and on our planet we are devastatingly hard on people who don’t use adverbs at a minimum already you have blatantly exceeded the number we allow which is only two a year.”

I stared unblinkingly  at this monstrously strange looking creature, “what right do you have coming here and unthinkingly imposing your rules on us.” I asked bravely. “We’ve been over using them for nearly three hundred years and we will probably be doing it for practically that many more. So take your revoltingly purple self out of my barn and quickly go back to where you came from.” I tried to smile pleasantly as he left but I was unable to seriously do it.

Christine Howard

Nix On “Adverbs”

I opened the barn door quietly but it slid squeakily past the stops and came thumpingly to rest against Emily’s nakedly rear end as she was enthusiastically quantifying the historically loaded but perfectly balanced columnar list of spotlessly scrubbed pillory boxes which demonstrably and visibly restfully canted against her barely exposed posterior which, of course, was pinkishly tinted in concert with her peachy colored other beatifically membrane components.  

“Emily.” I said with shockingly delivery.  “What in the worldly realm of historically perfunctorily transactions are you doing?”

“Why, essentially, Lloyd,” said she assuredly, “Clearly, I’m intrinsically counting my adverbs!”

By Lloyd Rain