July 2, 2013 Prompt “Heads we get married; tails we break up.”

"Heads we get married; tails we break up."

Isn’t that what you said, rat face? Who does that kind of thing? Oh, sure it seemed cute then. You didn’t even let me call it. Now look where we are: standing in front of the congregation, me holding the flowers, you holding the ring, looking all pasty white faced, pink nosed, and terrified, like someone was holding a shotgun to your head (speaking of heads).

"Heads we get married; tails we break up."

Well, I’ve been ‘headed’ toward this altar all 19 years. It’s been waiting, waiting with a trap door and a chute, and just now I realized it.

There’ll be children and cheating, and cooking and cleaning. And fifty years on, with the toss of a coin, it’ll all be gone.

Um, what did you say?

Yes. I do.

 

Lynne Webster

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Where Will It Be Found

Prompt: “where will it be found?”

That inspiration, that incentive, that motivation, that encouragement, where will it be found? What is it that energizes the mind and body to be creative, is it a seed we are all born with, that will grow with the proper amount of water and fertilizer, that sometimes can’t grow because of a hostile environment? Is it simply a vocation chosen for reasons of money, fame or need? What inspired Michelangelo? What inspired Dickens? What inspired the Bronte sisters? Did they know what they were adding to our world?

Lorraine Wait

January 15,2013 Prompt – It Occurred To Me

My heart was racing as I waited to hear the starting gun go off. I wanted to run and jump that first hurdle. I knew I could win. I’m the fastest. I continued to chant in my head. The gun went off and I started to run. I jumped the first hurdle and I was already ahead of everyone else it was like no one else was running after me. Finally I jump the fifth one and I get first. I waited for the cheers but there were none. I looked around confused I gazed at the first hurdle and it occurred to me while jumping the first hurdle my shorts had gotten caught and ripped in two and I was so pumped that I didn’t notice. So there were no cheers, only underwear.

Rebecca Goeklaer

It occurred to me just a few minutes ago that my writing abilities were not as rusty as I had thought. I had not written much in the last ten years and had been dreading attending a Write On The Edge meeting. But, to my relief I found that these folks were any brighter than me. I think I’ll keep coming to their meetings –I’ll even pay my dues.

Jack Skille

Writing Prompt, January 8, 2013

Don’t Laugh

“Don’t laugh,” I shouted.  “Its not funny.”
My green fatigue pants had finally given up their purpose.  Forty days and forty nights of sweat, dirt and grimy living off the jungle floor had finally taken their toll.  And since no one wore underwear, more was exposed than I cared to show.  All the ‘wait a minute vines’, razor wire, and thorny bushes were causing cuts and scratches in all the wrong places.  These filthy pants had split, in one fell swipe,  from the end of the front zipper through the rear belt loop.  There was no fixin them, no needle, no thread, and no replacement pants until resupply which might be days away.

Pat Stone