A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in Sammi’s Comment Section.
It’s Valentine’s Day. ❤ 😉
Grand possessions and wealth are meaningless.
Without love
I am nothing.
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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
JUNE 12, 1943
“My little girl is a young woman.” Papa kissed Rutka’s cheek. “Happy fourteenth birthday!”
“I’ll never see my fifteenth.”
His reassuring smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Our God will protect you.”
“Will He? He allows innocent babies to have their heads smashed in while grandmothers are deported to the death camps.”
Rutka longed to go outside without a yellow star on her dress—to romp among fragrant flowers and trees.
“I’m young in age but old in experience,” she wrote in her diary. “The rope around us is getting tighter and tighter. Despite all these atrocities, I want to live…”
A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in Sammi’s Comment Section.
96 words might seem like a gargantuan task compared to some of Sammi’s recent word counts of fewer than 50. This one took me down Memory Lane once more. I think Sammi’s helping me write my memoires. 😉
Gargantuan described this 9 pound sweetheart. 😉
PREPARED
Carol Burnett compared giving birth to “taking your lower lip and forcing it over your head.”
My own assessment is that it’s like passing a gargantuan—
You get the idea.
Natural childbirth gained popularity in the 1970’s. My husband and I went to the classes. We learned the relaxation and breathing techniques to minimize—
Wait! We never referred to a contraction as a pain.
I took pride in watching my children make their appearances, fully awake and aware.
I’m still proud of this accomplishment. In retrospect I wish I could’ve been anesthetized through their teen years.
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ONE FURTHER WORD! PLEASE!!!
We’ll never forget 2020, the Pandammit and the hoarding of such items as cleaning supplies and toilet paper. Many are the stories written on the subject. So…I DARE YOU! I DOUBLE-DOG DARE YOU TO NOT write a story that has to do with lockdown, quarantine or the big C-19. You won’t be chastised or kicked to the kerb if you do, but…
Without further adieu, here’s my story.
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
TYPECAST
Riccardo DiGuglielmo couldn’t see himself frittering away his life as a clerk. He decided to follow in his parents’ footsteps in show business.
Studying the fifteen-year-old, the Hamilton, Ontario radio director smiled. “You have a good voice for radio, son. Your name?”
“Um…” Riccardo hesitated. He didn’t want to be typecast as an Italian. “Dick Wilson.”
Years later, his character, Mr. Whipple, a store clerk who chastised anyone who dared to squeeze the Charmin, became an American household name.
The actor laughed, “I’ve done thirty-eight pictures and nobody remembers any of them, but they all remember me selling toilet paper.”
For those who never saw one of these 500 adverts, here’s one of the early ones that catapulted Dick Wilson to commercial success.
A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in Sammi’s comment section.
Those beguiling brown eyes could melt the coldest heart. Even when I knew I should not give in; he would convince me with a pleading glance.
“My parents warned me about sleeping with guys like you.”
He snuggled beside me, his heart thumping against mine.
“But Mommy, the thunder scares me.”
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This week, January 27, marks the 76th anniversary of the Liberation of Auschwitz. May we never forget.
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
MEYN SHEYNER FRINTZ
מיין שיינער פרינץ
For my fifth birthday in 1939, Papa, my handsome prince, gave me a beautiful book called “Kinder und Hausmärchen.”
The next year we went into hiding with Papa’s Christian friends in the country. Three years later the SS arrested us.
At nights in my bunk, I’d close my eyes and imagine Papa reading Briar Rose or Rapunzel, mimicking the ladies with squeaky falsetto voices to make me laugh.
I was eleven when American soldiers liberated us from the camp. I searched for my handsome prince, but Papa was nowhere to be found. For me there is no happily ever after.
Meyn Sheyner Frintz – My Handsome Prince in Yiddish
The Book was also known as Grimm’s Fairytales
It’s a 48 minute commitment but THIS LINK leads to a wonderful story of how one woman survived and has lived to tell and retell her story.
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I hope you’ll forgive me for taking places one and two on the Hollywood Squares. This story was begging to be told this week.
Genre: Historical Fiction Circa 1966
Word Count: 100
LANGUAGE OF THE HEART
Supper dishes put away; Marie sank down on the sofa next to ten-year-old Rachel. “What’s on television?”
“Hollywood Bowl. Marcel Marceau’s on tonight.”
“The mime? I met him.”
“Really, Mom?” Rachel gasped. “When?”
“Over twenty years ago.” As white-faced Marceau chased imaginary butterflies across the stage, memories flooded Marie. “After my parents were deported to Auschwitz my brother and I were put in an orphanage. Marcel was but a boy himself when he entertained us with his silent art and led us to safety over the Swiss border.”
“Wow. Did you get his autograph?”
“Oui. It’s engraved on my heart.”
I had the pleasure of seeing him perform live in 1992. He was amazing even from the highest seat in the theatre. Click the photo to learn more about this Jewish boy from Strasbourg, France.
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LET’S CALL THE WHOLE THING OFF
“I was never any good at fractions.” She scratched her head. “Numbers. Division. Fuhget about it.”
“Not fractions.” He huffed. “Factions.”
“What’s the diff?”
“Factions are usually about strife. Separatism. Discord. Opposition. Get it?”
“That’s what I said. Division.”
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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
STEPPIN’ STONES
Janelle thumbed through Variety. “NBC’s airing a new program called ‘Circus Boy.’” She ruffled her ten-year-old son’s blond hair. “Would you like to audition?”
“Nah.” Micky wrinkled his nose. “I got a baseball game.”
“You know what Dad says. ‘You have to follow the fish; the fish won’t follow you.’”
Micky, who enjoyed watching his father act on television, thought for a moment. “Okay. I’ll go.”
Two years later, Micky “Braddock” aka Corky learned about fleeting fame when “Circus Boy” ended.
Opportunity knocked again via NBC when 20-year-old Micky Dolenz snagged the role of the “Pre-Fab-Four’s” drummer in “The Monkees.”
In case you never caught the 1956-58 show (I didn’t), meet Micky Braddock
And one of my favorite Monkees songs with Micky singing lead.
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AMERICAN LEGACY
Nineteen years ago, I experienced southern hospitality in Selma, Alabama with friends
A restaurant we went to served wonderful food with a side of grisly history. A pit beside the front door had been a holding cell for slave auctions. I lost my appetite.
As we drove over the Edmund Pettis bridge my heart swelled. I imagined the hundreds of American citizens who marched across it, tenaciously fighting for what was rightfully theirs.
No fiction in this story. Guess it’s the time of year. Martin Luther King Jr. day is tomorrow in the States. He was a true American Hero who leaves behind a legacy…for all Americans. (At least that’s how I see it.)
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