November 25, 2012

Some of my favorites

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Magic moment

Waking up at noon

Chanting under the moon

Every dark chocolate bite

Pink dawn’s early light

Waves touching the beach

Yoga students to teach

A story to weave

Every breath that I breathe

Okay, not really fiction, again, but this week’s Trifecta fits best here. The challenge was to write some of our favorite things (like the song from Sound of Music) in 33 words exactly.  My main blog is Notes from the Bluegrass, so that’s how I show up when I comment or “like” your posts.

November 14, 2012

WHAT did he just say?

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Although the restaurant bustled with activity the roar lulled momentarily so that his shout rang around the place. The silence was deafening for a moment after that, then people started murmuring and shooting dirty looks at her.

Who teaches a child…?”

What kind of mother…?”

It’s appalling these days…”

Sara sighed and rolled her eyes, wondering who had let this one slip in front of him. Her three-year-old son sipped his smoothie happily and glanced around at the disapproving crowd with a big grin. Of course, he didn’t really know what it meant when he screamed, “What the f**k is that Mommy?”

This is my first entry in a long time for Julia’s 100 Word Challenge.  This week the prompt is “the silence was deafening” plus 100 words.  My main blog is Notes from the Bluegrass so when I comment on your posts that’s how I show up.

November 10, 2012

The happiness chance

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You have a 100% chance at happiness if you want to be. Which way you choose to go is entirely up to you. Just decide to be happy and then be that now.

That’s this week’s Trifecta quickfire challenge, which is to create our own probability equation — like Andy Rooney’s 50-50-90; if there a 50/50 chance at something there’s a 90% chance you’ll get it wrong.–in 33 words.  Not really fiction, but doesn’t exactly fit on my other blogs either.  My main blog is Notes from the Bluegrass so that’s how I show up when I comment on your pieces.

November 7, 2012

1936: A Very Good Year

Gerald Farinas 518 West Cornelia Avenue.jpg on Wikipedia

Haley faced the red brick, 1930’s apartment building she’d found two years before. She lucked into the only apartment in the building that retained the original mahogany woodwork she loved. Philistines painted over the lovely doorframes, mantelpieces and bookshelves in all the others so every time she gazed at the pristine wood she felt grateful.  A 1930’s film buff, she liked to imagine the building went up in 1936. That year ushered in Swing Time, My Man Godfrey, Mr. Deeds Goes to Town, and After the Thin Man and that made it a very fine year to her. A poster of Myrna and William in the original Thin Man spoke of her love of all things Loy and Powell. And in ’36 Little Miss Temple still danced across the screen—she smiled across at Myrna and William from a spot over the couch.

The apartment certainly wasn’t fancy. Except for the new fridge, the kitchen hadn’t been updated since it was first put in. But the historic character suited her. The extra money from the band supplemented her fellowship well enough to cover this one bedroom in a neighborhood nice enough that she could arrive home at three a.m. and get out of her car feeling safe.

This is my entry for this week’s Trifecta. The challenge was to use the word “year” according to the third definition shown in the challenge (as in, the year 1936). Word count to be between 33 and 333. This piece comes in at 206. Since I’m already behind on my NaNoWriMo work and this challenge happened to dovetail nicely with a little descriptive piece I’ve been trying to work up, this is a tiny bit of the novel I’m working on. Which means you’re reading something out of all context – sorry about that but I gotta make one writing session cover two things or I’ll never catch up!  My main blog is Notes from the Bluegrass and I also post challenges sometimes at Not Just Sassy on the Inside.

August 19, 2012

Fawn on icy road

Jenny Matlock’s challenge for this week’s Saturday Centus is to write a sentence of any length without using the letters “e” or “t”.

A fawn slid on an icy road around Chicago and a lady in a Buick cruising by saw him jump off said highway and land on a hill having no woods nor buildings blocking his way up.

My regular blog is Notes from the Bluegrass.

July 15, 2012

Shoulda listened

I could hear her shouting frantically behind me, “Wait! There’s more!” But man, 15 minutes already of instructions and warnings. I just wanted to get going on the search for the missing girl so I took off down the nearest path into the woods. Maybe she meant to mention that the path leads up to a blind curve with a sheer drop just past a narrow ledge. Now that I’m lying down here with some probably-broken this-es and thats I can see how a bit more instruction might have been a good thing. Wonder if they know yet there’s another missing person…

This post is for Jenny Matlock’s Saturday Centus.  The prompt was “Wait!  There’s more!” plus 100 words.

June 26, 2012

Is that a kettle I see?

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From behind the sequoia the sounds of pursuit came closer. I could see lights and started moving from tree to tree toward them. Once across from the light I saw gas pumps… and… a giant tea pot? Maybe the blow to the head created hallucinations. Dare I leave cover and run toward a kettle? I blinked… maybe a percolator? Hearing footsteps I ran toward the mirage, saw a door and jumped inside. As it suddenly spun into the air I fell to my knees and watched my pursuer leap from the woods and fire up at the, er, flying percolator.

This post is for the 100 Word Challenge from Julia’s Place which was to use the above picture as a prompt and write 100 words.  My main blog is Bluegrass Notes

June 20, 2012

What she didn’t know

Has it really been a decade?” Jane cried, shaking her head in disbelief. “You look exactly the same. How do you do it?”

Maura blushed and smiled, hoping Jane didn’t expect to hear the same thing—Jane looked two very long decades older. “You know, good food, good exercise. You’re looking … well.”

Maura saw her nostrils flare minutely before Jane raised a shaky hand to pat her hair. “Since Woody and Monica were killed I’m afraid I haven’t taken much notice of those things.”

Maura froze. “Oh my God, I’m horrible. Why didn’t I hear she lost her husband and child?”  

This post is for Jenny Matlock’s Saturday Centus.  The prompt:  “Has it really been a decade?” plus 100 words.

Uh oh, forgiveness do over?

I tried to forgive her. I did five different forgiveness exercises and that ceremony where you burn pieces of paper. I thought I’d finished the anger. But when she sneered, “Can’t you do anything right? I swear if there’s a wrong way that’s how you’ll do it,” I shouted back, “No, no matter how I do something you decide it should have been some other way, you bitch!” Her eyes widened and I screamed, “You can dish but you can’t take, can you?” while I dumped the “wrong” drink over her head. Apparently in the dark recess of my mind forgiveness hasn’t taken.

This post is for the 100 Word Challenge.  Prompt:  “in the dark recess of my mind” plus 100 words.

May 29, 2012

How to be happy?

Sarah’s lips curled as she gazed at the mismatched house dress and out-dated gold lamé sandals. How did Milly always manage to arrive for the club dances looking like she belonged at the VFW? She sneered at the besotted look on Tom’s face as he whirled around with his wife of 20 years and the joyful smile on Milly’s face, indignant that those two always seemed so happy. She grimaced at the pain in her feet from the 4” Jimmy Choos and began to sashay around the room in search of her husband, who’d disappeared from her side upon arrival.

This is for this week’s Saturday Centus from Jenny Matlock.  The prompt this week was the above picture, and yes, it was turned sideways in the original.  My main blog is Bluegrass Notes.

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