Wednesday, September 30, 2015

September 21 Prompt: Head high, she swept out of the room. Head even higher, she swept back in.

     “What have you done that gives you the right to question my career goals? You never went to college, you work at a call center.”
     Head high, she swept out of the room. Head even higher, she swept back in.
     “And another thing,” but the look on Janet’s face said that she had already won the argument, and then some. “Oh, nevermind.”
     She opened the door for Janet to leave.
     Janet opened her mouth to say something, changed her mind and walked quickly away, her heels tapping on the concrete.
     She knew the argument was about anything but career goals.


 September 28 Prompt: She stood out from the crowd because

     Jane wished she had looked at the books that Eris had provided about modern dress and conduct. She had not cared as she had left the house if her appearance had seemed antiquated. She stood out from the crowd because of her dress, and manner of carrying herself. She found that she disliked being stared at very much, and could not in her memory find a time that she had felt so out of place.
    “Hey, a pioneer!” a small boy nearby commented to his mother. His mother smiled at him, but not at Jane.
     Perhaps she should go home.


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*Laura D. Bastian http://www.lauradbastian.com/

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

WonHundred Word Wednesday

 Prompt for September 16, 2015: They found his diary under his bed


     It was already the kind of day that life hands you a filter. The kind of day that everything looks and seems different somehow. The kind of day you know that for the rest of your life, you will associate this weather, this smell, this spot with the moment you are living now.
     Angie sends a text.  “They found his diary under his bed.” It says.
     Now, I can feel my heart beating in my chest. I’m sweating and my hands are ice cold. I can’t warm them up. My breathing comes raggedly and I think I might throw up.



Here are the others!
Wendy Knight, Author: www.wendyknightauthor.blogspot.com
Kelly Martin, Author: www.kellymartinbooks.blogspot.com
Alison Woods (Peering Into. . .): http://alisonmillerwoods.wordpress.com/
Jessica Winn, The Distracted Writer:http://thedistractedwriter.com/
Stephanie Worlton's Kreating Krazy blog: http://stephanieworlton.blogspot.com/
Lindzee Armstrong/Lydia Winters http://www.lindzeearmstrong.com/blog-2


Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Won hundred Word Wednesday

 September 9, 2015 Prompt: The little boy's idea of heaven was


     The little boy’s idea of heaven was being covered in dirt in the backyard with his brother. Long summer days passed without minutes or hours being tallied. Faces unscrubbed, and toes uncontained, they fought dragons, built ships, trained bears, and commanded the weather.
     When the sun made the sky orange, they fought valiantly the efforts of their mother to feed and scrub them in preparation of the most awful thing imaginable. Sleep.
     But, the trick was on her after all, as midnight hours passed with adventures continuing in the dim glow of the nightlight.
     She could never truly understand brotherhood.

 Here are the others!
Wendy Knight, Author: www.wendyknightauthor.blogspot.com
Kelly Martin, Author: www.kellymartinbooks.blogspot.com
Alison Woods (Peering Into. . .): http://alisonmillerwoods.wordpress.com/
Jessica Winn, The Distracted Writer:http://thedistractedwriter.com/
Stephanie Worlton's Kreating Krazy blog: http://stephanieworlton.blogspot.com/
Lindzee Armstrong/Lydia Winters http://www.lindzeearmstrong.com/blog-2


Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Won hundred Word Wednesday

9/2/15 prompt: He opened the door to find her standing there, crying.


     How he came to be this he did not know. While having the feeling of being human, he was no longer human. Not in the sense that he had always known. He felt the same on the inside, but so different on the outside.
     The last thing he remembered was being in the plane over war-torn Europe. He had a shoe in his hand. He couldn’t remember why. But he knew it was important.
     Here was his house. Helen.  He opened the door to find her standing there, crying. Holding his shoe. The same shoe. Both for the left foot.




Here are the others!
Alison Woods (Peering Into. . .): alisonmillerwoods.wordpress.com
Jenna Eatough: mistglenmoon.net/blog
Laura D. Bastian: www.lauradbastian.com