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)

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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…

Awakening

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