July 9, 2019 – Prompt- shadow, candle, footprints

My candle threw strange shadows on the wall, some monster-like. I remember as a while we would make shadow puppets on our bedroom wall, my brother and I.

My forms were always the same benign bunnies or quacking ducks, but Roger managed each time to create something unusual: witches, bats, giant grotesque looking men.

He did it to scare me, and it worked. I would end up under the covers afraid to peek out and she a shadowy creature coming toward me.

Roger died two years ago, or I should say he was murdered and the culprit has never been found. Today was the anniversary of his death.

“Is he sending me those monsters as a message? I wonder?”

The wind blew a ferocious gust rattling the windows, and I thought I heard a voice outside. I went to the door and opened it. The light from the candle spilled out. There in the snow were footprints leading away into the night.

Christine Howard




July 2, 2019 – Prompt – Associated with Black

(This weeks prompt was to write what you associate with black, be it black magic, licorice or . . .)

Black. The absence of color.

Dark, dismal, dreary.

Red. Ripe red apples.

Sweet juicy berries. Blood.

Yellow. Canaries, Bananas,

Crookneck squash.

Orange. Juice. Pumpkins.

Construction vests.

Green. Grass. Leaves in summer.

Rolling hills. Forests.

Blue. Sky blue. Navy blue.

My favorite color

Rose Anne Faulkner

June 25, 2019 – Prompt – “What do you mean you don’t hear that?”

Bill sat in his easy chair watching the Broncos game.

“Do you think you have the volume turned up high enough, Bill?” she asked.


“The volume…is it loud enough for you?” she repeated.

“Yeah just right…great game.”

“Bill, the neighbors can hear the game next door!”

“No honey, I’ll go to the store at half time.”

“Good lord Bill, turn the volume down!”

“I didn’t get what you meant to say honey.”

“Good grief! The man is deaf! Miracle Ear here we come.”

“I heard that!”

Kip Scott

June 18, 2019 -Prompt – Jack and Jill Went . . .

A New Take on an Old Nursery Rhyme

Jack and Jill went . . . . Well not climbing up that dumb hill, they went into business together.  Their business Hillside Plumbing after years of carrying buckets up and down that damn HILL, both had bad knees and even poorer attitudes.

One day Jill had an epiphany when she saw a man cleaning out the ditch with and excavator, Why couldn’t they dig through the hill put in a pipe to the water source and have all the water they needed at the bottom of it, instead of climbing up the  high slope which their knees complained about.

Once they had the pipe the village was amazed, and one day a customer coming for his daily quota of water remarked, “it would sure be nice if I could have water piped right to my house.’

After he left, Jack looked at Jill. “Why not!” and Hillside Plumbing was born.

Now Jack and Jill are rich, and they have a butler who brings them a glass of water whenever they ask.

Christine Howard



June 11, 2019 – Prompt- Push Button to Reset

Torie hadn’t counted on the whole universe being against her when she woke up that morning. She had hoped for a quiet day in which she could get some work done on her book and then maybe do a little gardening. It wasn’t meant to be. She had rolled out of bed and jumped when she stepped on what she thought was her cat’s tail. It wasn’t. It turned out to be the tie for her fuzzy robe. She had banged her knee into her nightstand when she jumped, and so she spent her first half hour awake cleaning up blood and bandaging her knee.

Hoping some coffee would help, she started the machine, not noticing the pot wasn’t all the way under the basket. A few minutes later, when she should have been filling her cup, she was instead, cleaning up coffee grounds and water from the counter and mopping the floor while hopping around favoring her wounded knee.

Torie decided she needed to push the reset button on her day, so she ditched her plans to write and garden and decided instead to go fishing in her pond. She had just stepped off her porch when the lightning bolt hit.

Karen Hydock

June 4, 2019 – Prompt – Fog, Smoke, Haze


A true story

The weather report from Nantucket promised ‘early morning patches of fog.’  My husband and I weighed anchor from Nantucket harbor and motored our sailboat in rough seas with no wind. By three in the afternoon we we were still in the ‘patch of fog’ navigating by dead reckoning. Electronic navigation equipment was just starting to come on the market, but we did not even have a ship-to-shore radio aboard.

Eight hours of motoring in an area of rocks and shoals in fog thick enough to barely see the bow, made us feel like we were the only people left in the world. In the distance we heard the tingling of a bell. Following the sound we finally located a buoy. I could almost touch it before I could read the number. A quick search of the chart pinpointed our location. We were near Block Island, but on the wrong side.

Another hour of cautious groping and we found the jetty that channeled us into the Great Salt Pond of Block Island. It was a relief to be able to drop the hook and settle down. A glass of wine helped set the anchor.

Ellynore Seybold


Prompt; smoke, fog or haze


Traveling the dusty back roads of the Olympic mountain range in Washington, I saw a “vee” formation of Canadian geese flying southward. This was unseasonal for a hot summer day. I drove over a ridge and saw a plume of black smoke emanating from the wooded valley below. With the high winds today, I could understand why the birds were racing away from the plume. I stopped my car in order to get a better look. It worried me that the direction of my single-lane road would take me directly towards trouble. Suddenly, I saw orange flames erupt and leap skywards. I best get the heck out of here! I turned my car around and raced for safety. The blare of a siren screamed from around the curve ahead, and a fire truck sped towards me, almost running me off the road. Once passed, I felt relief and was heartened to know that the firemen were on their way to save this bucolic preserve of natural beauty.

Tom Rutherford


May 14, 2019 – Prompt – Echo, Sheriff, Secret

A gunshot echoed across the empty desert calling attention to the two men in leather standing beside a pair of motorcycles on the shoulder of the highway.
“What the hell are you doing?” the taller man all but shouted. “Someone’s gonna call the sheriff, then we’ll be in real trouble.”
“You’d have been in trouble if I hadn’t.” The other man holstered his pistol as he nodded to the ground behind the first man.
The tall man twisted around and let out a high pitched scream as he danced away from what was left of the coiled rattlesnake.
“you’re right. “I’m sorry. Let’s go.” They got back on their bikes and just before sliding on their helmets, he spoke again. “Can we keep this our secret?”
Melissa Stevens

May 21, 2019 – Prompt – Hello

A Christmas letter

Hello and Merry Christmas,
This will be my last Christmas letter. I’ve finally run out of adjectives and adverbs apparently. But just to keep you up to date, my dog developed diabetes, and I must give him an insulin shot every day. I planted two trees in my yard (very expensive ones I might add), and a blight took them within a month. I got appendicitis that went septic, but the medicine isn’t too expensive. I fell and broke my leg, and after months of therapy, I can get around on a walker now. The snowfall this winter was wicked, and I couldn’t get out to go for groceries, but my car was not working either. I needed to lose weight anyway.
I hauled out my ancient Christmas tree from the attic. None of the lights worked anymore, so I strung it with popped corn. My myna bird learned a new curse word this week. TV is getting ugly.
So Merry Christmas and how is your Holiday?

Pinkie Paranya

May 7, 2019-Prompt-A Feeling of dread crept through me as I watched the birds flee.

“What was that?” I hollered at my dog Duke. No answer. Fine! Duke went on point.

“They are gone now, Duke.” I watched the birds fly away through the dense forest of trees. All of a sudden, I heard several gunshots ring out.

“What the hell was that?”  No one is supposed to be hunting here. It’s posted land. A feeling of dread crept through me, as I spied a stranger pulling a bloody man’s body across the path in front of me.

Kip Scott

April 30, 2019-Prompt-My Boss came into work wearing a T-res costume, and the day just got worse from there.

My boss, the curator at our natural history museum, is known for his sense of theater, but today he’s over the top. I had brought my Cocker spaniel to work with me, as I had to take him to the vet in the afternoon.”Skippy” took one look at this hulking green monster and peed all over the carpet. He jumped up and down, barking his head off. My boss, Stephen, was wearing the outfit to kick off “meet the dinosaurs week” at the museum.  Not a “kick” for Skippy or me though. I picked up a few of his pellets, put him in his travel cage, and left early for the vet. Skippy probably didn’t need a flea bath anymore, as they were all scared away. He and I could use a couple of tall ones however at the local saloon.

Tom Rutherford