One, two, ……nine, yup all present and accounted for. Grandkids….gotta love em…..
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Sunday Photo Fiction – Best Laid Plans
“We did it!”
“Yup!”
“It’s gonna be great, having no school, no Mr. Smith bugging us all day.”
“Yeah, and no homework for days!”
Joe and Mike were proud of what they accomplished. They put a dead skunk in the ceiling of the building and now the whole school was closed down for days. The hard part was killing the skunk and transporting it to the school. Fortunately they had access to an old Igloo Playmate cooler that hid the foul fumes. Then it was just a matter of sneaking the offending item up into the styrofoam ceiling tiles. Luckily they were easily and quickly removed and the boys snuck out before being discovered.
As they stood there, feeling victorious, the principal walked up. “Missing school already, boys?” The boys turned quickly, startled by Mr. Smith’s presence. “No worries, the gym at the rec center is going to hold classes for us while the school is fumigated.”
https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2018/02/18/sunday-photo-fiction-february-18th-2018/
MLMM Saturday Mix Double Take
Stomping snow off chilly feet
Stirring chili hot to eat
Oh to be in Chile – sweet!
Resounding pummel of the hail
Means roof repair without fail
Only remaining tiles are hale
Daily Prompt: Courage
We went to Denver this week, and it has grown. Leaving cold gusty winds in Cheyenne and arriving to sunny, sixty degree weather in Colorado made me homesick.
So many changes in the city, among them the homeless, seeking temporary refuge between the outside pillars of the Denver Public Library. We went to the art museum, the mint, and in between, ate lunch and rested in the library. After our day of touring was finished, we again took respite in the library, enjoying coffee before the long trip home. Using the restroom of course, the handicapped stall was being used. As I waited I saw a tall thin young woman enter. She had luminescent white skin and a thatch of black short hair. Her eyes were wide and sunken, and all of her belongings were layered on her person. She glanced back almost as if expecting me to make some sort of bad comment, but of course I didn’t. I felt immediately concerned because I am a grandmother of three young women around her age.
As we left the library to get in our nice warm car, we noticed more people in similar fashioned outfits enter the library. It closes at ten pm. I wonder what type of courage it takes to leave the safety of this establishment at ten at night to spend the night on the street.
Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing Prompt – Revelation
Admiration for those who achieve it
Brainstorming the answers
Choosing the positive
Declaring their plans
Editing out discouragement
Finding their way
Greeting the new
Heralding the results
Inviting others
Joining the dream
Knowing success
Loving the results
Making the effort
Neutralizing doubt
Omnipresent
Positive feelings
Quiet meditation
Reviving faith
Silent prayers
Troubles forgotten
Unifying strength
Verified conviction
Withered fears
Xalted hopes
Yearly renewal
Zen
https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2018/02/17/weekend-writing-prompt-42-revelation/
Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction – Icy Adventures
Joey traced his finger over designs Jack Frost made on his bedroom window. Wanting to be an artist when he “grew up”, Joey was fascinated by these always fresh, unusual designs. He actually looked forward to wintertime, admiring snowflake intricacies and ice and snow sculptures Mother Nature made.
Walking through snowy fields, twas still cold enough for the melt/freeze cycle to fashion a heavy crust to teeter on. If it was very thick, a nice piece of cardboard was made into a sleigh. A tiring venture to the highest meadow made a thrilling slide back to the valley.
99 words
Time to Write 2-16-18 – Southern Charm
Charlotte grew up in a southern belle atmosphere. It was the 21st century but her life revolved in a different, earlier one. She valued the traditional to a point, all the societal graces were complete, even to the afternoon teas. As a child she learned proper southern lady manners. Even though her classmates were sporting punkish purple hair and skinny jeans, Charlotte remained without a bit of smudged makeup and her long raven hair was perfectly coiffed. Her clothing was always meticulously ironed and clean, unlike most of her peers.
Charlotte lived in a wealthy traditional home, complete with two parents, a maid, and a manicured garden in which to stroll. Her parents expected her to act with decorum at all times and follow family mannerly traditions. Her bedroom consisted of a four poster complete with canopy and ruffled curtains. Her perfectly applied makeup was accomplished every morning at a dressing table, while the maid brushed and styled her hair. She was able to choose her clothes for the day but her closet was limited by her parents.
You may be thinking that Charlotte was a spoiled child, although unfortunate in modern ways. You would be incorrect. Charlotte was an undisclosed mystery, certainly to her parents. The seemingly happy young lady was “courting” other young ladies at afternoon tea.
Referring to the character set up here:
https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2018/02/03/weekend-writing-prompt-40-afternoon-tea/
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http://rachelpoli.com/2018/02/16/time-to-write-brainstorm-worlds-creative-writing-prompt/
MLMM First Line Friday 2-16-18
“I don’t care what you do with it, I just want it gone,” Alex said, pointing at the dollhouse.
This wasn’t the first time he threatened Joseph with throwing out the ancient toy. His son’s obsession with it was a constant reminder of his own traumatic childhood. Joseph sadly picked up the small house and went out to the porch, setting it on the swing beside him.
“I’ll never let you go, don’t worry, I’ll just hide you in the woodshed.” Joseph remained, swinging with the dollhouse, as if he was in a trance. Back and forth, with one hand constantly held on the toy.
He first discovered the old dollhouse in the barn, along with other treasures, broken bikes, old nursery rhyme books, and a baby’s highchair. All thrown aside to be taken to the junk pile. Being a curious, bored child, he was sorting through the items and came upon the house. Quite small, but there were a few remaining pieces inside it and the door still worked. He was instantly fascinated and dusted it off as well as he could and took it to his room.
The inside figures were intriguing and he carefully cleaned them and set them in different rooms. Every afternoon it was his first choice to play with after school and chores were finished. His father would find him playing with it for hours and began to worry. “I should have destroyed that years ago, but somehow I couldn’t”, remembering he threw it out on the junk pile, thinking it was safely away. Memories of his own fascination disturbed him and then finding his son acting in a similar manner, upset him further.
Joseph stopped swinging and picked up the dollhouse for one last session of play before hiding it it in the shed. As he covered it with an old gunny sack, he patted it softly, promising to return soon.
https://wordpress.com/2018/02/16/first-line-friday-february-16th-2018/
SoCS February 17, 2018
The subject of his and hers came up a couple of years ago when people were discussing unisex bathrooms. Really, who cares? This is not a party arena, if you gotta go, you gotta go! But I saw this on Facebook and had to laugh:
🗣🗣Senior Cadence 🗣🗣
I don’t know but I’ve been told
People are rude when they get old
They seem to think they know it all
If you ask, you hear their call
They sound off 1 2, sound off 3, 4
Sound off over and over and more.
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I don’t know but I would think
This constant noise would really stink
If you know someone like this
Take the lead, you must insist
Sound off 1 2, sound off 3 4
Say I’m not listening anymore
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I don’t know but I can muse
That even I may be accused
Of sounding off 1, 2 sounding off 3, 4
So if it’s true I don’t amuse
And you don’t like to read my views
There’s only one thing you can do
Turn my sound off
1, 2…..3,4! 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣
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