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Three Things Challenge: PL65


Three Things Challenge: PL65

Rules from originator:

Welcome to the Three Things Challenge. Every day at 10PM (PST) I will post three seemingly unconnected things that will, hopefully, ignite your muse. You don’t have to use all three things if you don’t want to. There are no restrictions on length, style, genre, or anything. Simply read the prompt, see where your muse takes you, and bring us along for the ride. Use 3TC as a tag if you’d like and link back to this prompt, or post your link in the comments below so others can find you.

Happy Writing! 😀

Today’s prompt: nephew, fern, spaghetti

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Food Fight

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

Jamie, my 2 year old nephew, was happily pulling the fern out of the pot when I called everyone to dinner. We were having spaghetti, which isn’t exactly good for a toddler to eat. He has trouble picking up the long, thing noodles with his fingers and forget a fork. Someone would have to feed him.

His mother filled his plate and put it on the high chair tray while she went to get his little fork out of his diaper bag.

All of a sudden he grabbed a handful of the cut up spaghetti and tossed it across the room as hard as possible and hit me on the back. I turned around and without thinking grabbed the spaghetti on my plate and threw it at him. Food fight!

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Three Things Challenge: PL64


Three Things Challenge: PL64

Rules from originator:

Welcome to the Three Things Challenge. Every day at 10PM (PST) I will post three seemingly unconnected things that will, hopefully, ignite your muse. You don’t have to use all three things if you don’t want to. There are no restrictions on length, style, genre, or anything. Simply read the prompt, see where your muse takes you, and bring us along for the ride. Use 3TC as a tag if you’d like and link back to this prompt, or post your link in the comments below so others can find you.

Happy Writing! 😀

Today’s prompt: kiss, boulder, yellow

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The Walk

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

Milly was wearing her new yellow sundress for the walk with Ronny. She wanted to impress him.

They were walking in the city park and off to the side was a huge boulder. As they approached it Milly was disappointed that Ronny hadn’t made a move on her yet.

Suddenly Ronny pulled Milly behind the boulder and planted a kiss on her lips and then brought her back out to the path. Milly was disappointed as she had wanted more from him, but then behind the boulder in the city park wasn’t really that private for anything more than a kiss.

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Thursday photo prompt: Decisions #writephoto


Thursday photo prompt: Decisions #writephoto

The 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 promt 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.

The Sun Shines Through

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

Sunset was still an hour or so away, but the sun was falling behind the trees and darkness was descending over the woods. Scott had been wandering listlessly around the woods all afternoon. He wasn’t feeling well and shouldn’t have been drinking while hiking. He had gotten off the beaten path and had no idea where he was.

He hadn’t started this hike out on his own. His girlfriend had been with him and she was tired of his constant drinking. His backpack must have been full of beer although by the 2nd one it was surely warm. He didn’t care. Susie was royally angry at him for drinking at all, so she had simply left him alone and went off somewhere else. He briefly wondered if she was as lost as he was, but probably not since she wasn’t drinking and was clear-headed.

He came upon a spot in the woods where the setting sun was shining through the trees and you could see it was a grassy area, which is unusual in such a wooded area. He headed towards the grass and took a seat against one of the trees. He needed to rest and think about how to get out of this mess. He didn’t want to spend the night out here. It gets cold at night. He didn’t want to think about the wild animals that might be out there.

Watching the sun as it was dropping lower towards setting for the night, Scott wished he had some food. He had packed all that beer, but only a few nutrition bars, one of which Susie had eaten earlier and one that he had eaten around mid-afternoon. There was no more food in his pack. He reached for another beer. He wanted to drown his sorrows. His hands came across the knife he had packed just in case he needed it. He took it out as night was fast approaching.

Jerking awake at a sound, he saw a wolf standing in front of him. He reached for the knife and lunged at it plunging the knife into its chest. It shrieked and fell. Scott thought that was a weird sound for a wolf. He shook his head and tried to clear it.

There was a little bit of light left from the setting sun and with horror he realized it was Susie he had stabbed in the chest and she was lying still, blood pouring out of her. Her last words were, “Scott, how could you?”

“Susie? Oh no, talk to me.”

Scott in his sorrow and drunkenness took the knife and stabbed himself in the neck. As the blood spurted out, mixing with Susie’s, he fell over onto her body and laid still. The sun set finally.

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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

Three Things Challenge: PL63


Three Things Challenge: PL63

Rules from originator:

Welcome to the Three Things Challenge. Every day at 10PM (PST) I will post three seemingly unconnected things that will, hopefully, ignite your muse. You don’t have to use all three things if you don’t want to. There are no restrictions on length, style, genre, or anything. Simply read the prompt, see where your muse takes you, and bring us along for the ride. Use 3TC as a tag if you’d like and link back to this prompt, or post your link in the comments below so others can find you.

Happy Writing! 😀

Today’s prompt: sugar, certificate, golf

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Ignored

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

Dad was watching golf on the TV and ignoring me completely. He was drinking his coffee loaded with sugar as usual and completely tuned out to the world.

“Dad, I got a certificate for my writing class for the best story,” I enthused. “Dad,” I yelled at him.

Slowly turning towards me he seemed to come out of his reverie and said, “What?”

“Oh dad, I was telling you about my certificate for the best story in my writing class.”

Turning back to the tv, he mumbled, “That’s nice, good job.”

Shaking my head I turned to find mom, she would be excited for me.

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Twittering Tales #132 by Kat – 4/16/19


 

Inspired by Kat at Twittering Tales

Photo by Luis Quintero on Unsplash.com+

I was in a bad part of town, I pulled out my phone to call for help. I dropped the phone and it broke. Useless!

Looking around I spotted an old pay phone. I searched frantically for a coin to use, wondering if the phone was still working. Dropped in a coin. I heard a dial tone.

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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

 

Sunday Photo Fiction – April 14, 2019


Sunday Photo Fiction – April 14, 2019

Photo Credit: Susan Spaulding

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Static!

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

Milly was stressing out about the static on her radio. She wanted to hear the news and upcoming weather. The town’s big celebration was coming in a few days and she was afraid the rain would continue and ruin all her plans.

She tried the radio again. “What the…,” she wants to throw the radio across the room. She doesn’t have a TV or a smart phone, so she is stuck relying on her radio and it is non-stop static.

She decides to go outside and see what it feels like now. She reaches for the doorknob.

She gasps as a shock runs up her arm. She tries again. Still giving off a shock. “What is going on here?”

She decides to grab the knob and just pull it open. She must get outside. Giving a quick pull the door finally opens and her arm tingles again.

She just stares in horror at this huge tower that has appeared in her backyard overnight. It must be the reason for the electrical interruption in her radio and the electric shocks in her doorknob.

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Rules:

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 below 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.

Three Things Challenge: PL58


Three Things Challenge: PL58

Rules from originator:

Welcome to the Three Things Challenge. Every day at 10PM (PST) I will post three seemingly unconnected things that will, hopefully, ignite your muse. You don’t have to use all three things if you don’t want to. There are no restrictions on length, style, genre, or anything. Simply read the prompt, see where your muse takes you, and bring us along for the ride. Use 3TC as a tag if you’d like and link back to this prompt, or post your link in the comments below so others can find you.

Happy Writing! 😀

Today’s prompt: father, crossword, wafer

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Crossword Woes

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

“Hey Terri, can you think of another word for wafer? It starts with a ‘C’ and ends with an ‘E’ if I got the other words right.”

“Not offhand dad. Why don’t you try a thesaurus for synonyms? Oh wait, how about cookie?”

“I don’t use a thesaurus when I do crossword puzzles and I usually don’t ask for help.”

My father does the crossword puzzle everyday and I know he rarely asks for help, but sometimes you just need help.

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