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Weekend Writing Prompt #107 – Spin – by Sammi Cox


Weekend Writing Prompt #107 – Spin – by Sammi Cox

Sammi Cox’s Rules:

The challenge is simple: each week you will be given an exact number of words you can use to write a poem or piece of prose.  You can use any format or style you like; go wherever your inspiration takes you.  The only rules are these:

  • your poem/prose must contain this week’s word.  The word does not have to count towards the exact word count total – it can be in the title, or the first letters of the lines of a poem can spell it out – you can be as creative as you want as long as it’s there somewhere.
  • the length of your poem/prose must match the number of words stated in this week’s challenge.  No more.  No less.

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Rhonda was beginning to get very edgy worrying about whether Robby’s wife might show up.

She wanted to go home as the woods were scary enough for her with the bear showing up, that she wanted to run worrying that Robby’s wife might show up at any time.

A car door slammed, Rhonda wanted to spin around to check it out, but Robby was holding her tightly. “Rhonda, relax. Other people walk in these woods too. My wife is not stupid enough to try something while there is a chance of witnesses.”

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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 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

 

 

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


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

Share a time you went to a movie theater.

THE HAUNTED WORDSMITH

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Summer Memories — Drive-In Movie Theater

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

When our children were young there were still drive-in theaters around. For slightly more than the cost of one movie, you could see three movies. On top of that, we would dress them in their pajamas and put them in the back seat with blankets and toys. They simply went to sleep when they were tired. We could watch all three movies and not pay for a babysitter.

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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 Prompt (Non-Fiction) – May 24, 2019


Haunted Wordsmith Daily Prompt (Non-Fiction) – May 24, 2019

What is your favorite flower and why?

THE HAUNTED WORDSMITH

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Summer Memories

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

My favorite flower is lilacs. I love the beautiful pinks and purples and the smell is wonderful.

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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

 

 

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple – Weekly Prompt – 100 words


Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple – Weekly Prompt – 100 words

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Donkey Rides?

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

Lisa was a quiet little girl and her mother had to talk her into having a party with her friends. Her mother had promised her to have a pony to ride if she would agree to the party. It took quite a while of persuasion before the little girl would agree.

She was still not happy, but the party started, and they played pin the tail on the donkey while they waited for the pony to arrive. The truck pulling the trailer rolled in and they backed the animal out. Lisa just stared. It was a donkey, not a pony.

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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

100 Word Challenge – inspiration is the word Boxes


100 Word Challenge: This week’s word is Boxes

I have this thing with boxes myself. I keep everyone I get that something came in because I just might need it for something. Whether it is for mailing things or storing things the end result is the same. Piles of useless boxes. I used to keep every shoe box, I stopped that for a while and then my friend talked me into buying the plastic ones. So, I have a ton of them now and have restarted my cardboard shoebox collection. This apartment has rules about being tidy and right now it looks like a tornado ran through here.

*****100 words*****

Tara’s Rules

1) I provide a one-word prompt.
2) Write anything you want using that prompt, either as inspiration or as part of your 100 Words.(That means you don’t have to actually use the prompt word, it can be implied.)
3) Your story has to be EXACTLY 100 words (because someone will ask, hyphenated words count as a single word.) This is the one rule I will be a stickler about.
4) Submit your story here as a comment, as a Facebook status, or as a blog post. (Add the specific FB status or post’s URL to the Mr. Linky list just under the prompt.)
5) If you write a blog post, please link back to this post. It makes it easier for me and the other Wordsters to find you.
6) You have one week to write your story and link up (The link stays open, so you can really submit stories whenever… this is the one rule I don’t really enforce.)

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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