Weekend Writing Prompt #332 – Ideal

Not an ambiguous gesture, she raised her sceptre above her head signaling to listen. “I know you all crave to voice your personal grievance, at this meeting, but I have a groundbreaking announcement. The King is dead! Please retire to your homes and prepare for the funeral feast”.

Five Word Weekly Challenge (2340)

Joe Went Camping

april 8, 2017 by rugby843

“It sure is a long way out there! How many miles do you think it is to that island?”

“Who cares? We need to get out of here before anyone sees us!”

“It sure is a long way out there. . .” Bob put his hand up to his brow, looking out on the water. “It sure . . .”

“You said that already. Now get in the car!” 

Jack hurried down to get Bob and pull him into the car. Ever since they dumped Joe’s body, Bob acted strangely. “Hurry up, Bob, there you go, into the car.” As he shoved his accomplice into the seat, he also attached his seatbelt. He didn’t want him falling out. Just in case, he might put the child lock on. All this over a stupid poker game. Who knew Joe carried a gun to the games, and why? He stepped on the gas and sped out of the sand. Broad daylight and we’re out here trying to sink a body! Of course I never liked Joe anyway, he was a mean sort.

“Remember that time Joe brought his wife in the bar sporting that shiner? And that wasn’t the first time! Everyone knew then what kind of man he was.” Jack kept talking, keeping one eye on the road and one on Bob.

Bob sat by his friend in the car. I’ve got my seatbelt on, we’re driving home. That’s good. I wonder what happened to Joe. I think he came to the beach with us, I think. Did we go swimming? Funny I can’t remember something like that.

“Jack, did we go swimming?” Jack was beside himself. Not only had Bob saved him from getting shot, but he killed Joe. Now he’s in La La land. It wasn’t his fault, they struggled and Joe ended up dead. The problem was that the guys thought his wife would be blamed, so they stuffed the body in the trunk. It was lucky the trunk had camping supplies. Joe went camping, sleeping bag, tent, ropes and all, right in the water.

https://allaboutwritingandmore.wordpress.com/2017/04/05/daily-picture-prompt-109/

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http://fivedotoh.com/2023/10/06/fandangos-flashback-friday-october-6th/

Prime rib, prime real estate, prime on tv, all are in the “top ten”. That’s what they want you to believe and I’m fully aware I use “they” as a general term in my posts, usually in a degrading manner. And what is the prime reason I do so? To keep from being sued!😂. Nah, one look at me and you know I’m not in the money.

It’s turning cooler and there’s a freeze warning for us which means Saturday morning band practice participants will be glad of those heavy wool uniforms and gloves. State championship is next week so everyone is on their cadenced toes.

Have an excellent weekend and enjoy some autumn leaves🍁🍂🍁

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 7, 2023

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THE VET

Well there it sits, he frowned. All the equipment I need for Saturday; actually, a hunt. I know…me, on a hunt? Me, the most avid animal lover that you’ve ever met going on a hunt? But I was asked and not just by anyone.

I was asked by the dreamed love of my life, Miss Daisy. Miss Daisy lives in another area from my cottage in the village. Daisy resides in society that is in many ways, far from mine. She has afternoon tea with perfumed ladies in big floppy hats and white frilly frocks, who sip their tea with their pinky up in the air.

However, I spend most of my days taking care of horses in society’s stables. My love of animals has no bound, especially horses. They’re such big, powerful, lovable creatures. I suppose donning the gear provided by Daisy might dress me up as a proper gentleman, but the hunting? I’ll just go along for the ride, leaving that “gun” behind.

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The Unicorn Challenge-06/10/23

http://cyranny.com/2023/10/04/october-4th-1minfiction-challenge/

What’s something that scares you? Not much, but coming up a cancer check is always nerve wracking.

Do you care where the food you eat comes from? To what degree? I do, I buy organic when I can and anything I need with the least packaging, but unless you are a farmer you do not have much choice.

What’s something you wish you’d spent more time doing when you were younger? Not following the rules.

Let’s play autumn this or that….pumpkin spice or apple cider? Corn maze or haunted house? Horror film or Hallmark movie? Blanket or sweatshirt? Watch football or watch the World Series? Foliage-red, yellow or orange? Apple cider, neither, neither, blanket, World Series, all three, but maple reds are gorgeous.

This time last year where were you and what were you doing? Same place but witnessing a granddaughter’s wedding in English, later ceremony officially in Spanish.

October is already producing cool breezes and foggy mornings, winter will be here in Cheyenne shortly.

Happy Autumn🎃

http://astridetal.com/2023/10/04/the-wednesday-hodgepodge-october-4-2023/

This week’s Story Starter teaser is:

I had just finished putting the last of my books in the trunk when…the doorbell rang. It was her. Of course it was, coming by at the last minute to apologize. As if she could ever say she was sorry enough! I was done, leaving, it was over. I opened the door to receive a cardboard box hit me in the face. Falling back I heard her say, “don’t think you’re leaving your stinky gym crap with me!” She stomped back to her car. My only regret is the bloody nose she gave me.

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http://fivedotoh.com/2023/10/03/fandangos-story-starter-117/

Your challenge today is to read three poems by dead poets and respond to ONE of them in your own way. I chose:

When I’m among a Blaze of Lights

When I’m among a blaze of lights, 

With tawdry music and cigars 

And women dawdling through delights, 

And officers in cocktail bars, 

Sometimes I think of garden nights 

And elm trees nodding at the stars. 

I dream of a small firelit room 

With yellow candles burning straight, 

And glowing pictures in the gloom, 

And kindly books that hold me late. 

Of things like these I choose to think 

When I can never be alone: 

Then someone says ‘Another drink?’ 

And turns my living heart to stone.

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Missing home, sadness creeps. Uncertainty looms in surroundings, masking fear of what lies ahead when once again called to board a truck full of mates, traveling to another battlefield.

Bright lights and liquored drink dull thoughts of future horrors and horrors left behind.

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http://dversepoets.com/2023/10/03/poetics-dead-poets-society/