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Haunted Wordsmith Daily Fiction Prompt (HWDP) – May 25, 2019


Haunted Wordsmith Daily Prompt (HWDP) – May 25, 2019

Prompt A (elemental challenge): flood

Prompt B (sentence starter): “The garden looks nice this year.”

Prompt C (photo):

Image by imazite from Pixabay

Rules from: THE HAUNTED WORDSMITH

Welcome to the Haunted Wordsmith Daily Prompt (HWDP). This prompt is going to be both familiar and different at the same time. To participate, simply read this post and follow where the muse takes you. You may select any, all, or none of the prompts…it’s all up to you. Link back to this post, or leave a link in the comments so that others can find you.

Have Fun!

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Flood

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

“The garden looks nice this year,” Mrs. Chalmers said. “You must have done a lot of work on it this year.”

“Well, Betsy is old enough this year to help me so I have had some extra help,” Samantha said.

Just then her two boys troop into the kitchen covered in mud. “What the heck have you been doing?”

John said, “We were playing in the pool.”

“What pool,” said Samantha still staring at the mud dripping all over the floor.

“In the backyard,” John said.

Samantha ran outside to find her back yard flooded.

“Betsy,” she yelled.

“What mom?” Betsy yelled back.

“Why is the back yard flooded and just look at my lovely garden.”

“Oh sorry mom, I must have left the hose running.” She wasn’t the least bit concerned at her mother’s feelings about the garden and its loss.

Mrs. Chalmers did her best to calm her down. Betsy took off and went back to talk to her friend on the phone.

The kitten wandered past and Samantha picked her up and held her while she cried.

Obviously, Betsy wasn’t old enough to be trusted to help in the garden. Samantha would start again on her own this time. She could only trust herself.

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Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

 

 

Thursday photo prompt: Transition #writephoto


Thursday photo prompt: Transition #writephoto

Sue’s Rules:

Every Thursday at noon GMT, I publish one of my photos as a writing prompt.  If you know where the photo was taken, please keep it to yourself until the challenge is closed and I usually share something about the place during the round-up.

Use the image and title provided as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  on Wednesday  each week,  and link back to the prompt post with a pingback to be included in the round-up.  There is no word limit and no style requirements, except to keep it fairly family friendly and not passionately political.

All posts will be featured in the round-up on Thursday.

Make Sure You Are Alone

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

Susan spent every day working in her garden. Only the rain kept her away. The sun was hot and so she always wore shorts and tank tops while working.

She thought she heard noises every now and then from the old building at the one end of the garden plot. She never went in there. She always brought her gardening tools with her. She had no idea what was in that building, but the noises were becoming disconcerting.

She assumed an animal had made its home in there. Another reason to stay away. She didn’t want an animal biting her for disturbing its home.

The noises were an animal of sorts. A human one. Daniel watched Susan every day while she worked. The bugs and vermin that were in that dark building were beginning to bother him and he knew Susan could hear him moving around as she was spending more and more of her time looking at the door to the building. He hoped she didn’t come over to investigate the noises.

He didn’t want to hurt her, but he couldn’t let her see him. He decided the next day it rained he would come to catch the rats and hopefully make the building more inviting for his watching.

He came the next day and it was cloudy, but not raining. He secreted himself before her normal arrival time. While he was setting out the rat traps he didn’t hear her arrive and was shocked when she confronted him with a flashlight and a gun.

“Susan don’t!”

“You slimeball, I have a restraining order on you and you can’t be anywhere within 100 feet of me. I knew something was up in here.”

She threw a shovel at him and told him to start digging. He picked it up and started to dig. The hole was pretty big by now and his last shovelful showed a hand. “Susan, what…” He suddenly realized who else was buried in there. Her first husband had disappeared one day several years ago. “Oh no, not Roger?”

“He didn’t listen either.” She fired at him and when he fell she pushed him into the hole and covered it. She packed it down and went back to her gardening. Now she could garden in peace.

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Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Haunted Wordsmith Daily Fiction Prompt (HWDP) – May 21, 2019


Haunted Wordsmith Daily Prompt (HWDP) – May 21, 2019

Prompt A (genre challenge): gothic romance

Prompt B (sentence starter): “The lightning flashed across the sky.”

Prompt C (photo):

Image by Vinson Tan from Pixabay

Rules from: THE HAUNTED WORDSMITH

Welcome to the Haunted Wordsmith Daily Prompt (HWDP). This prompt is going to be both familiar and different at the same time. To participate, simply read this post and follow where the muse takes you. You may select any, all, or none of the prompts…it’s all up to you. Link back to this post, or leave a link in the comments so that others can find you.

Have Fun!

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Betrayal

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

Charisse looked out the tower room window where she was being held captive with Prince George.

“The lightning flashed across the sky,” Charisse murmured to her lover. “I am trying to get a good view of the area outside, but the flashes aren’t long enough.”

Prince George moaned in pain. He couldn’t get up and look out the window. They were locked in this room and he had been injured in the duel. If he could only see what side of the castle they were on, there was hope that someone would come and help them get out.

“The lightning flashed across the sky again,” Charisse told George “but I can’t get my bearings. Can’t you get up at all George?”

He muttered something unintelligible and then moaned some more. It was obvious that he wasn’t going to be of any help.

This last flash gave her a view of the wooded area outside. Now she knew what side of the castle they were on. She took a chance and pounded on the door and screamed. Hopefully, George’s brother Edward would hear her and come rescue them.

“Be quiet,” Edward yelled and then unlocked the door. Charisse was happy to see him until she noticed the gun in his hand.

“Edward? It was you?”

“I sent Charles to duel with George and he was supposed to finish him off. That is why you are locked in here. We have to finish you both off, and then haul you out into the forest and leave the bodies, so they won’t be found.”

“Why Edward?”

“I loved you Charisse, but you betrayed me with George. You brought this on yourself.” He brought the gun up and shot her and then George. Charles came in and they hauled the bodies off to the forest.

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Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

 

 

Twittering Tales #137 by Kat – 5/21/19


 

Inspired by Kat at Twittering Tales

Photo by paulsbarlow7@pixabay.com

Ron and Linda pulled up to their home and noticed that their front door had broken glass around the lock.

As they walked towards the door, they got out their cell phone to call the police. There was a sudden whoosh and the house went up in flames.

“Oh my God,” Linda shrieked.

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Rules from Kat:

Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.

A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. And if for some reason I missed your entry in the Roundup, as I have occasionally done, please let me know. I want to be sure to include your tale.

Finally, have fun!

And REMEMBER…you have 280 characters (spaces and punctuation included), to tell your tale…and a week to do it. I can’t wait to see what you create this week.

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Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

 

Haunted Wordsmith Daily Fiction Prompt (HWDP) – May 20, 2019


Haunted Wordsmith Daily Prompt (HWDP) – May 20, 2019

Prompt A (character challenge): Debt Collector

Prompt B (sentence starter): “Sign on the dotted line.”

Prompt C (photo):

Image by Vinson Tan from Pixabay

Rules from: THE HAUNTED WORDSMITH

Welcome to the Haunted Wordsmith Daily Prompt (HWDP). This prompt is going to be both familiar and different at the same time. To participate, simply read this post and follow where the muse takes you. You may select any, all, or none of the prompts…it’s all up to you. Link back to this post, or leave a link in the comments so that others can find you.

Have Fun!

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What Do You Mean We Owe Thousands Of Dollars

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

“Sign on the dotted line,” the debt collector said. “You owe the credit card company over several thousand dollars.”

“Are you kidding me? We don’t owe anyone anything,” Marsha said. She glared at the picture over his head. “What’s up with all the umbrellas?”

“That old thing? Someone just decorated my office that way. We need to come to an agreement about this debt you owe,” the debt collector said.

“I told you we don’t owe anyone anything. We are debt-free and don’t even have a credit card for that matter.”

“Then maybe someone stole your identity. You should check your credit reports and see what is on there.”

“Man, I hate that picture,” Marsha said.

“We aren’t signing anything until we get this straightened out.”

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Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

 

 

Sunday Photo Fiction – May 19, 2019


Sunday Photo Fiction – May 19, 2019

Photo Credit: Terri Smeigh

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Deserted, Here Too?

(Continued from last week)

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

Myra had promised the twins that they could get food at Wendy’s tonight before the carnival. They piled in the car. Myra had to keep telling them to be quiet.

As she pulled into town, she saw a huge black cloud forming over the area where the Wendy’s was. She didn’t like the look of the cloud as she envisioned a huge storm hitting the area just as they got to the carnival.

She rushed the twins through dinner and then as they headed back to the car, she saw there were no people around at all. The cars on the highway were sitting there empty. She didn’t like this.

She took the twins back inside to use their phone. She wanted to call home and check on her older son. They looked around and all the employees were gone.

Myra headed back to the car and got the twins settled. As she turned around and turned the car on, she saw a small figure with an arrow pointed at her. She quickly accelerated and ran him over. The car was suddenly covered with little men all aiming their arrows at them. She locked the doors.

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Rules from Susan, the host of Sunday Photo Fiction:

Welcome to 2019 and Sunday Photo Fiction! Each week I will post a new photograph, taken either by myself or donated by a member of the community. The challenge is to write a story using 200 words or less based, on the prompt. When you are done, post your story and the photo prompt on your blog. Make sure you give proper credit when using the photo.  Use the “Click Here to Enter”  icon to add your story to the SPF collection. While you are there, take time to read and comment on some of the other stories. I know you will not be disappointed.

Haunted Wordsmith Daily Prompt (HWDP) – May 19, 2019


Haunted Wordsmith Daily Prompt (HWDP) – May 19, 2019

Prompt A (genre challenge): Comedy

Prompt B (sentence starter): “Come on down!”

Prompt C (photo):

Image by Peter H from Pixabay

Rules from: THE HAUNTED WORDSMITH

Welcome to the Haunted Wordsmith Daily Prompt (HWDP). This prompt is going to be both familiar and different at the same time. To participate, simply read this post and follow where the muse takes you. You may select any, all, or none of the prompts…it’s all up to you. Link back to this post, or leave a link in the comments so that others can find you.

Have Fun!

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Come on down!

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

“Come on down!” Bob Barker, the MC of the game show “The Price is Right” yelled.

The monks began clapping and shouting out their guesses. They lived in the monastery and had no idea what the items sold for, but they wouldn’t miss the show for anything.

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Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com