July 11, 2017 – Prompt -A retired superhero returns to the workforce after her grandson goes missing…

It was strange to be back at work, strange and sad. Nedra would have been happy to never be at this office again. She had been happy in her short retirement, three years of catching up on family time. She’d been able to pretend she didn’t have the gift that had gotten her labeled a superhero.

But now, after the worst call she’d ever received, she had to start again. Her six-year-old grandson, Gregory, was missing. Nedra had called all her old contacts, with no satisfaction. The reason soon became clear. The kidnappers wanted her. The terrorist group that had taken her grandson wanted to exploit her ability to speak with the dead in order to find out the wishes of their recently dead leader.

She intended to convey the message that they better return her grandson alive and soon, or else she would arrange a face-to-face meeting between what was left of their group and their departed demented dictator.

Karen Hydock

(This week’s prompt contributed by Christie Powell)

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June 27, 2017 – Prompt – Write about your 1st Birthday

God I hate birthdays.

Both my parents died when I was young, and my various guardians were uninterested in such childish things as birthdays.  Thus, the first birthday I have any real recollection of was my twenty-first.

The guys took me out for a beer, my first legal alcoholic drink. I really wasn’t looking forward to it because I never took to alcohol a whole lot anyway.  Nevertheless, I nursed the beer until my “friends” began to get irritated with me and started chiding me with, “Chugalug it.  Chugalug it. Chugalug it.”

And so, fool that I was, I did it.  All 12 ounces went down like a shot — and then all 12 ounces came right back up in a horizontal, six-foot-long projectile laced with bile and several implanted hors d’œuvres which spattered over most of my very surprised associates. That was when I discovered that I was allergic to beer, and most other alcoholic beverages.  I knew there was a reason that I had shied away from booze most of my teens and now I had irrefutable proof.

That was 57 years ago. And surprise, surprise; none of those friends have ever again asked me to chugalug anything, not even a glass of milk.

And whenever a birthday rolls around, I hide in a closet.

Lloyd Rain

 

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…

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