Image by Cyranny
Leaving my bike outside the shop, I ventured in. I didn’t have hopes of a warm welcome. After all, the prodigal son doesn’t always gets the hero’s welcome. I went in expecting to find my granny behind the counter dealing with the customers and my mom, in the baking area. Nothing was the same as I had left it. Mom was sitting near the counter, her expression far away. “Mom!” I said tentatively. She turned towards me, a mixture of joy and sorrow on her face. ” So you got the news” she said. “What news mom, What has happened?”
“Granny passed away last Sunday. I am glad you have come back”
Word count: 111
What 100 words would you give this image?
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In response to;
100 Words Wednesday Week #136
I am taking it in turns to host this challenge with Deb Whittam of the blog Twenty Four. Click on the link below to see her post about the results of last weeks challenge:
So, now to this weeks challenge:
- Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything!
- The Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50-word increments. (so 50, 100, 150, 200 or 250 words)
- Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find it, or post your response in the comments below.
- HAVE FUN!
So here is the picture for this week:
And the Words: “He built his fires in a thousand places and slept on the banks of rivers. The grass grew over his tracks, but he knew where they were when he came again.” – The Shiralee by D’arcy Niland
In the heat of the day, the dusty road shimmered in the glare. It almost looked like a mirage. It was something which was new. Ten years ago there was just a dirt track here. Coming home was full of nostalgia at how things used to be and wonder at how much they had changed.
When he had left he had built his fires in a thousand places and slept on the banks of rivers. The grass grew over his tracks, but he knew where they were when he came again. Even though now everything was changed. Somethings never did!
Word count: 100
In response to;
50 Words Thursday #36
A Prompt by; Kristian
The argument between his girlfriend and her friend was turning fast into a cat fight. The claws were out to scratch each other’s eyes out. Nothing was safe. Looking closely, he felt that it was an act. He couldn’t say how he would know, but there was an element of falseness there. If he was not to tamper with justice he would have to burrow beneath the surface and roll back the layer of deceit. He had to hack at this pretense. Truth was important even when it’s acid would ruin his relationship. The anger of both the girls would rain like hail from hell onto his head!
In response to;
Welcome to Week 188 of Three Line Tales.
photo by Prescott Horn via Unsplash
“Come on people they are perfectly harmless” The guy handling the large snakes was trying to convince the crowd to come forward and pet his snakes, even let them wind themselves around the necks and bodies of the spectators.
Two young and attractive girls stepped forward and to the amazement of the crowd, fearlessly handled the snakes, giving others confidence to try and see them too.
The owner of the snakes made a tidy profit and later was accosted by the young ladies for their share in the profits as per contract!
You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:
- Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
- Link back to this post (& check the link shows up under the weekly post).
- Tag your post with 3LineTales (so everyone can find you in the Reader).
- Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
- Have fun.
In response to;
Three Line Tales Week 188
The contestant was trying hard to make his views known
I want to clarify this misunderstanding
We stand for a liberal view on live and let live
I will ameliorate the working conditions with reforms
Only judicious use of force will be recommended
When people will deviate from our laid out rules
We need to maintain the zen attitude
And promote our superiority among the human race
Only just that!
In response to the following prompts;
Your daily word Prompt;
Word of the day Challenge;
Presenting the week’s challenge – You may use the words and/or the image for this week’s prompt.
Weekly prompt –
- sage – (noun) – a European perennial mint (Salvia officinalis) with grayish-green aromatic leaves used especially in flavoring meats.
- sage – (adjective) – wise through reflection and experience; a mature or venerable person of sound judgment.
Sage is thought to promote strength and longevity and believed to cure warts. American Indians used it as a toothbrush.*
Prompt image – Sept. 2, 2019
The old lady had a million wrinkles on her weathered face
Her body was thin and bend forward
But in her eyes was a twinkle
You could look at her and see that she wasn’t
An ordinary person but rather someone special
A sage as older people were known to call her
A font of wisdom and experience, she was
You could take your problems to her
With the full confidence that she will
Give you the best advice there was
Help in solving riddles of life
One help she would offer to one and all
Burn a little sage in your place to rid it
Of all the evil and pests that bother you
In response to:
BrewNSpew Café September 2-2019
Omphaloskepsis (navel-gazing is contemplation of one’s navel as an aid to meditation)✔️
“Mom, what is the baby doing? ”
“He is practicing Omphaloskepsis” mom was grinning with amusement. “What is that?” she asked with disdain. Julie was twelve and thought she knew all there was to know. ” It’s a way of meditation, when a person gazes at their navel to get wise” mom was happy that she had looked up this phenomenon on the net. It was worth seeing that expression on her daughter’s face.
“Now be a good sister and put that cushion behind him so he doesn’t topple back”
Julie got up to do just that when she stepped on a playdoh mould and uttered a loud yelp. Mom grabbed some ice from the freezer and after giving her a hug, gently rubbed it on Julie’s foot. “Let’s eat dinner now” she said as she lead the kids to the dining area.
This incident had stirred up bittersweet memories of her own childhood. To stop this trend of her thoughts, she folded a paper napkin into a paper airplane and shot it into the air. Both the kids were delighted.
In response to;
MLMM- Wordle #148
Twittering Tales #152 – 3 September 2019
About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. This is important as I have noticed that some of the ping backs have not been working. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.
A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.
I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. And if for some reason I missed your entry in the Roundup, as I have occasionally done, please let me know. I want to be sure to include your tale.
Photo by Geralt at Pixabay.com
She was a bit apprehensive but it could be done now. The future had finally arrived. All you had to do was to put the coordinates and the name and your desired period of time and you would be whisked there by pressing a single button. Nothing complicated.
Character count: 256
In response to;
Twittering Tales #152
A Prompt by Kat Myrman