Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing Prompt

The veteran stood looking at his medals, none even tarnished over these many years. The ribbons faded a bit, but the honor receiving them didn’t change. He imagined he could even fit his uniform since his body hadn’t changed much. His back hunched a bit using the cane; the war injuries never let him forget.

Weekend Writing Prompt #404 – Tarnish

Fandango’s Flashback Friday

Sunday Photo Fiction

Hit the glass you salty little darling. Vodka just isn’t the same without you. You’re just the first of many that I’ll add. What’s a little bit of salt when the real problem is the liquid that you’re falling into? If I add enough of you, maybe it will be so satisfying I won’t need to add any more vodka.

A second drink wouldn’t be so terrible would it? Yes, I’m hungry, not for food, just for you, in my liquid refreshment. Funny how it’s called refreshing when it causes just the opposite reaction. But even if I don’t like the taste without you little green beauties, I like the feeling as it goes down. You just help make it palatable. I never used to drink like this. Sitting here alone at the table. But that was before I had you as my friend.

I like talking to you because you only listen. No one else listens anymore. Here you go, a couple more to keep you company. Try not to splash, I can only afford one more shot before I go home. Soaking in all that liquid makes you both taste much better. Is it you or the vodka?

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Friday Fictioneers

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Heavy footsteps were heard as they approached the object. “Hmmm” Bogg said to his companion, Bink. “What do you think this is?”

Bink looked it over carefully, lifted up one of the corners and decided it was not dangerous. “It looks harmless. Could it be the instructions you were looking for when you were trying to make improvements to that heavy barrow we’ve been dragging around to bring wood from the forest?”

“Hmmm, maybe. I’ll try some of them. It would be nice to make life easier.”

“That’s what you said when you made the barrow”.

21 February 2025

Six Sentence Story

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Link up at Wednesday’s post. Link goes live at 6:00 pm through Saturday 

PROMPT WORD:  WIND

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Wind is no stranger to me now that I live in Cheyenne. Planes have been tested here at our small airport because of it. I don’t really need a calendar to figure out when winter is coming because when the winds start getting stirred up, you know that cold and snow are not far behind. An anomaly was seen this morning when I woke up to 3°. I looked out the window and it was like a winter wonderland, all the trees bushes, etc. were magically covered in frosted snow. Apparently the wind took a break, and instead of looking at half covered trees, they were completely covered beautifully.

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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!