Wednesday, August 26, 2015


        Today’s prompt: As he opened the car door there was a loud . .

        Sgt. Bob Slivinsky glanced at the clock before answering the phone. “Yes, sir,” he said. “Right away.” It was 3:35 a.m. but the general needed to meet with Prime Minister Winston Churchill—ASAP.
        Ten minutes later, Bob brought the general’s car around to headquarters. Even at this hour, the base was active. Trucks rumbled through the London fog.
        General Eisenhower came out of the building. “You look tired,” he said. “Sorry to get you up so early.”

        Bob saluted. As he opened the car door there was a loud bang. A truck had backfired. Bob chuckled. “Now I’m awake.” 

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Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Lucky Number

This prompt had so many possibilities! As soon as she walked in, she felt the tension . . .      

        Melanie glanced at her watch. She still had time. According to the sign on the door, the Department of Motor Vehicles closed at 5:00. She needed to transfer the title on her new-used car. Hopefully, it wouldn’t take long.
        As soon as she walked in, she felt the tension. Men and women sprawled in plastic chairs, staring at the electronic number on the wall. Children fussed. A baby cried. Only two windows were open to serve the customers.
        Melanie took a number and sat down. “What’s your number?” the woman next to her asked.

        “It’s your lucky day—not.”

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Monday, August 17, 2015

The Dream Tree

The Pescadero Poets went to the Paris Art Gallery in July. We each chose a painting and wrote a poem about it. I love the bright colors in this painting! I hope I can write a poem worthy of it.

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Mary Had a Little Lamb

 Better late than never with my WonHundredWord Wednesday post. Hope you’ll enjoy it!

The prompt: The stranger before him looked exactly like the girl he’d dreamt about

        The sheep spread out in the meadow, cropping the grass. Seated under a nearby tree, Jedediah drank from his water gourd. He closed his eyes but didn’t sleep. He knew better. Wolves lurked on the mountain. Instead, he passed the time daydreaming. He imagined himself a knight, not a shepherd boy, rescuing a fair maiden—a  blue-eyed girl with long blonde braids, holding a golden wand.
        “Hello?” a voice asked. The stranger before him looked exactly like the girl he’d dreamt about, but she held a lamb not a wand.      
        “Where did you find it?” he asked.
        “In a dream.”

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Thursday, August 6, 2015

Happy Ending?

I had a lot of fun writing this one.

Today’s prompt: As the dream faded, she chased it, forlorn.

        With a heartfelt sigh, Amanda typed the last sentence of her novel: As the dream faded, she chased it, forlorn. Her readers expected a happy ending, but she wasn’t in the mood for happy endings.
        As a block-buster romance writer, Amanda was expected to have a hottie boyfriend. Jason fit all the requirements. He was tall, dark, and handsome but he was already married. Sipping her green smoothie, she read the last sentence again. Why “forlorn”? There were plenty of fish in the pond, and many of them were still single. Amanda grinned as she hit the backspace key.

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