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

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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.)