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…”
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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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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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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.
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.
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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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
LISTEN TO THE BAND
“I’ve had enough of this scene,” said Stephen Stills as he sat at a coffee house in Greenwich Village. “I’m off to LA.”
Peter picked out a tune on his guitar. “Ya think you’ll make more bread out there?”
“Dunno. But it’s warmer.”
_____
As the two basked in California sunshine, Stephen handed Peter a newspaper. “I’m auditioning. Why don’t you?”
Peter read the ad. “I’m a musician. Haven’t acted since the PTA play in grade school.”
“It says ‘Musicians-Singers.’”
“Okay. What’ve I got to lose?”
Years later, Peter Tork told an interviewer. “I’ll always have the Monkees on my back.”
***
RIP Peter
February 13,1942- February 21, 2019
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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
HEY! HEY! MERCY, WOMAN!
“I got a boy to raise. I can’t afford to lose this job.” Bette ripped the document from the IBM electric. The bank called it progress, she called it futile. “Doggone unerasable ink. Someone should invent…hmm.”
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“Is that paint in the blender?” asked 12-year-old Michael.
Bette took a bottle of the white stuff to work with a small paintbrush. Before she knew it, her coworkers clamored for a bottle. She called her lucrative invention “Mistake-Out.”
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“My mom was a dynamo. She built the Liquid Paper Corporation from nothing.” Monkee Michael Nesmith drawled. “All I did was sing and write songs.”
and just for fun…one of the songs Mike Nesmith wrote
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FIRST DRAFT
The artist welcomes
The dawning year
With a preliminary sketch
Before rendering it in watercolor,
Kneaded eraser at the ready.
Progress is marginal at best.
Can she pull this one off?
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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.
A flash fiction for the last Saturday of 2020. The picture has nothing to do with the story. 😉 Happy New Year. May it be a saner and healthier one.
THE ONE
“Jenice, you can’t be serious?”
“Why shouldn’t I?”
“He’s a troglodyte.” I rolled my eyes. “His knuckles practically drag the ground.”
Jenice was the prettiest girl in school. The boys fell all over themselves to ask her out.
Instead, she went to our senior prom with The Incredible Bulk—chubby, beady-eyed, unibrow Malcom William Matson. His very name shouted, “Geek!”
After graduation I married the man of my dreams. Jenice went to med school.
At our class reunion, Drs. Malcom and Jenice Matson celebrated their fortieth anniversary while I nursed wounds from my fifth divorce.
My view, tho' somewhat askew...
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