I swear I see copper winking at me from inside the Ruger’s barrel. He attacked me while I was jogging in the park. Earbuds in and a head full of tunes, and I didn’t hear him. He materialized in front of me with the gun pointed at me eye level.
“What the hell?”
A grin stretches his face. He chuckles then begins laughing.
I throw earbuds, phone, watch and yell,
“What do you want?”
He wipes at the tears from his maniacal laughter and pulls the trigger.
Laughter stops. He runs.
This week’s word for The 100 Word Challenge at Thin Spiral Notebook is “Blank”. I’m linking up HERE where you can read the prompt and other submissions.
Thank you for letting me go to NYC for band, for trusting me, for believing in me. I know this letter seems like I’ve broken those gifts, but I’m happier than imaginable. I’m not disappearing but following the dreams you know are important to me. I may be just sixteen but this chance to be the lead in a Broadway production is something I can’t pass up. As soon as I have all the details I’ll write again so you can come see your daughter and sister become a star!
I love you all so much!
This week’s 100 Word Challenge from Tara at Thin Spiral Notebook is to imagine a “Dear…” letter that the writer with hindsight would never want to be received.
I’m channeling an old prompt that used song to inspire and offer you A Letter to Elise by The Cure. Enjoy!
She gathered and spun, stacked and burrowed into the nest she created. A sanctuary, secluded and silent where she could fall into another life, another world, another time.
The chosen book is opened halfway reverently. The crease brought to her nose as she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply the warm vanilla scent of old printed paper. She closed the book as she lowered the book to her lap, anticipating the adventure ahead.
Reaching out with her foot she closed the door. Nestling in, opening the cover and paging to Chapter One, she began…”First the colours. Then the humans.”
Written for Thin Spiral Notebook’s 100 Word Challenge. Word of the week “Nest”
Don’t let anyone tell you teaching teens to drive is fun. If someone does, and you actually have a 15 year old with a greedy gleeful facial expression, you know the one; it says I’m waiting to snatch the keys from your fearful grip; yeah. Those Sally Sunshine’s are liars.
Today, she gave me that look and said, “I really need to drive more. My birthday is in less than a week and I need the practice.”
Of course she’s right, but it didn’t keep me from internally hanging my head and cringing in fear.
This is DEFINITELY not fun.
I’m back in the saddle again, writing with the #100WordChallenge at Thin Spiral Notebook. This time the word is “Fun”. CLICK on the 100 Word Challenge Icon and head over to read more of the submissions.
The world drained it’s summer brilliance to the silent, dull grey of threatening skies. The joy of fantastically colored lilies, and daisies washed into dirty depressing hues.
Blinding flashes galloped across the sky and a rumble began from west to east. The sparks grew into blazing bolts; the time between ruptured explosions fell to moments as the heavens opened and a deluge washed the parched land. Frozen pellets drifted and changed summer to a discombobulated confusion of seasons.
Drops diminish, and the grey breaks into bright blue windows laced with rays of white gold. Dull swept aside, the luster returns.
This week Tara at 100 Word Challenge assigned the word COLOR. Last night we had one of those rock ‘n roll thunderstorms where the only prairie storms we missed were tornado and blizzard. The process of to and fro color changing has always been fascinating to me, so writing about it was kind of fun!
As always, click on the 100 Word Challenge image and read some of the other submissions.
Worn splinters swung open on rusty squealing hinges. Brilliant silver-white light shone from the stage. Waiting in the wings her head tilted back, as she drew breath from the depths. Shoulders relaxed palms held together, the cross reverent as her lips moved to the blessing , Father Son Holy Ghost.
The journey began as a seed, watered, nurtured and fed. The road, rough and rustic paved with lessons to endure and believe. Stubborn intensity created a new talent eyes have never seen. She floated in on feet like feathers toward the light and her dance a brilliant diamond cut future.
While watching World of Dance and cruising my Facebook, Tara’s 100 Word Challenge writing prompt popped up and lo and behold, her word this week is “Dance”. Well, how could I not be inspired! So here you have a submission from me, the long silent writer. CLICK on the 100 Word Challenge Logo below and read some of the other submissions.
She moved to tomorrow because the past was yesterday.
Lynzee’s momma taught her at a young age, the darkness lies behind you. Light was always in front of you. Corley High took more than a pound of flesh from her. Graduation was a bright shining spotlight, her future and Corley the black hole past. She nearly sprinted across the stage to snatch the diploma from Principal Alexander.
She made the decision to permanently kick Corley High to the darkness and as Lynzee walked off the stage and down the aisle, she shed cap, gown, and walked out into the light.
Writing for Thin Sprial Notebook’s 100 Word Challenge. Today’s word is PAST. Click the link and go read some of the other submission.