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.
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.
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.”
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?”
“That’s what I said. Division.”
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.)
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.
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.
Once more the word sent me down Memory Lane. 😉
MATHEMATICAL STATEMENT
My mind often wandered to fantasy worlds while my languid eyelids drooped during Science or Math classes.
However, my ninth-grade Algebra teacher, Mrs. Bredehoft, with her southern charm did her best to make her classes interesting.
No one could top her when she burst through the door with, “Surprise! Surprise! Surprise! We’re having a pop quiz today!”
*You just can’t make some things up.*
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.
CHASING WATERFALLS
“What’s the secret to happy life, Grandma?”
“Never stop pursuing your seemingly quixotic dreams. Work hard. Play harder.”
With a splash, Grandma dove under the water.
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.
So this is where the word took me. I couldn’t help it, it was there. 😉 (Forgive me, Mark Knopfler.)
DIRE LYRICS
Back in the ‘90’s my husband Jan and a coworker argued over certain song lyrics. It didn’t matter how many times or ways Jan pointed out and proved the error. Kevin wouldn’t budge.
Even now, when we hear Dire Straits sing it, we laugh and sing along using Kevin’s lyrics. “We’re the sultans, we’re the sultans of suede.”
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And just for fun…it’s such a great song, especially with the right words.
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 BEGAN IN 1971
(IN 71 WORDS)
“You’re not in love.” My mother fumed. “You’re in lust. Only eighteen. Too young to know your own mind.”
Nonetheless, I dug in my heels. My dad walked me down the aisle, a sorrowful expression on his face and tears in his eyes. “You can always come home if it doesn’t work out.”
“I give them six months,” said my aunt.
A paradox in progress.
Forty-nine years later, we’re still married.
This photo is only 15 minutes old at this posting.
November 28, 1971
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