Lead foot!

San Francisco is a fascinating city, but I’d never want to live there!

The prompt: The Ferrari stopped and the tinted window opened to reveal. . .

Jim glanced at his clipboard. Everything was checked out and ready. The commercial included a scene where the Ferrari wound down the switchbacks on Lombard Street in San Francisco. Jim stood at the base of the hill, tapping his pencil. A helicopter hovered high above, cameraman ready to shoot. Where was the car? The sound of a racing engine came from high on the hillside. What the. . .? The sleek, red sports car swerved around the sharp curves. “Who’s the idiot behind the wheel?” Jim shouted. The Ferrari stopped and the tinted window opened to reveal his teenage son. 

Let’s see what the others wrote:

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Hold Still!

Today’s prompt: He knew he must keep very still while he waited.

General Ulysses S. Grant stood outside his tent, surrounded by his staff. The mid-afternoon sun was hot and he perspired in his dark blue uniform. A fly walked on his nose but he couldn’t swat it. He knew he must keep very still while he waited. Mr. Brady, the photographer, had warned him not to budge or they’d have to start all over. This was confounded worse than planning an attack on the rebels. Cannon fire boomed in the distance, but no one moved. Finally, Mr. Brady shouted, “Got it!” General Grant reached for his whiskey decanter. General Sherman farted.

Let’s find out what the others wrote:

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http://www.mistglenmoon.net/borrower-be/

A Bird's-eye View of Bear Lake

My novelette, Write and Wrong, takes place in the Bear Lake Valley in southeastern Idaho. Jon Patterson has come to Idaho to write a book and escape the distractions in New York City. He rents a remote, mountain cabin with what turns out to be an iffy view of the lake. Poor Jon! No wifi and no view. This video gives you an idea of what he was missing.

https://www.facebook.com/video.php?v=10152442542030688 

Flash and Slash!

It’s WonHundred Word Wednesday! 

This flash fiction tells a big story in only 99 words.

Today’s prompt: He watched, helpless, as the door closed behind her.

        King no longer, Eric the Bold struggled against the gag in his mouth and the rope at his wrists. General Rudolph held him prisoner in the throne room.

        “Queen Freja,” the steward announced.

        Freja entered the room with her head held high. She wore a red gown with flowing sleeves and a jeweled crown.

        He watched, helpless, as the door closed behind her.

        “Release him,” she cried.

        General Rudolph snickered. “He is my prisoner. And now that you’ve walked into my trap you are, as well.”

        She withdrew the sword she’d hidden in her sleeve and slashed his throat.

Check out what the others wrote:

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Sweet and Sassy!

Ain’t love grand? It’s what makes the world go round!

I enjoy reading romance so I thought I’d write one.

Write and Wrong is a novelette included in the Hidden Identities anthology. It will be available as an ebook soon.

Here’s a short blurb:

 Jon Patterson is burned out. After publishing a series of blockbuster novels under his pen name, he’s hit a brick wall on unlucky thirteen. He escapes the distractions of New York City for a peaceful, high-mountain valley in Idaho where he meets Abby Wagner, the local librarian. She ignites his imagination and quickens his heart.  Without the pressure of his pen name, Jon is free to be himself. But if Abby finds out he’s been keeping his true identity a secret, he might lose her.

I’m thrilled to be a part of this anthology! Check it out:

http://www.amazon.com/Sweet-Sassy-Anthology-Hidden-Identities-ebook/dp/B00UF777HW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1425940992&sr=8-1&keywords=sweet+%26+sassy+Hidden+identities

Bacon Brings Back Memories

Do you like bacon? I love it!

Today’s prompt: Bacon sandwiches always reminded her. . .

The inmates trudged into the gray, windowless cafeteria. Orange-clad women wearing no make-up or heels formed a line to get their lunch.

        “Bacon and tomato sandwiches today,” Jeana said, standing near the end of the line. “Mmmm. Smell the bacon!”  

        Mary winced. Tears welled in her eyes and she bowed her head to prevent Jeana from seeing them. Bacon sandwiches always reminded her of her grandfather. He used to pull out the tomato slices and flop them on her plate. “You eat ‘em,” he’d tease. “Tomatoes are good for you. They’ll grow hair on your chest.”  

Now let’s read what the others wrote:

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http://myfam-i-lee.blogspot.com/