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.
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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.
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.
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.
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?”
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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.”
George and Janelle Dolenz with newborn Micky
George and Janelle Dolenz
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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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
As I’d hoped, this week’s word is perfect for the sequel to my last week’s kvetch and moan piece. 😉 Thanks, Sammi.
Genre: Just the facts, Ma’am.
OLD BOUCHERVILLE
“This photo’s amazing, Dale. I’m tempted to paint it.”
“Why not?”
“I’m not sure I can pull it off.”
Dale’s photo with its stellar composition and unique lighting rented space in my head, refusing to leave.
The preliminary sketch took days. And, oh those many trees.
What am I thinking?
My trial by fire didn’t end with the watercolor. The paper, nothing I’d used before, was a cotton rag with its own personality—my crucible, challenging every stroke.
When all is said and done, I’ll never ever be a fan of that paper, but I am pleased with the outcome.
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PHOTO PROMPT @ Jan Wayne Fields
JUST FOR FUN CLICK THE FROG
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.”
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.