September 26, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a broken arm. What happened? Is there a cause and effect because of the broken arm? Was the injury faked? Why? Go where the prompt leads!
My 3.5 year old granddaughter has just started play school a month ago. Last week they played “doctors” in their class. Mending broken arms and legs of dolls provided by their teacher. The small kids were excited, wearing plastic stethoscopes, putting bandages on the “injured” dolls, and testing their reflexes with plastic hammers.
At home, she demanded a set of doctor’s instruments from us. Her mom got her a toy set and she is running around with a stethoscope and injection. Treating us all and making us “better”.
I wonder if she’ll retain this desire when she grows up?
For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows an upset or angry woman squeezing her head with her two hands, fingers outstretched.
He hadn’t realized that he had passed the point of no return until he walked in the bedroom and saw his wife with her hands clutching her head and screaming loudly; “I know what you do for a living Mark! How can you!”
Mark tried to think of something to say but his mind seemed frozen. “ It’s like this….. what you’re thinking is not correct……”
“Don’t lie to me. I know that the FBI is investigating your company and they even came to our home today. As soon as they get hold of any evidence they’ll arrest you. And you’ll end up in jail and I’ll lose everything, even our home. How could you?”
Mark changed track and became aggressive. With unbecoming boastful pride he said, “they won’t find anything to connect me to the drug smuggling. I’ve handled this business in a way that there will be nothing to connect me to it!”
“You mean to say that your name is nowhere linked to the rent of the warehouse where they found the drugs?” she said.
“Yes, there is no document that can implicate me. And if you say anything, it won’t be acceptable as you’re my wife!”
At that moment, the door to the bedroom opened and a police detective, followed by armed men entered. “Thanks, Mrs. Jones, we now have evidence connecting your husband to the smuggling ring,” he said as he cuffed Mark and Jennifer extracted the hidden wire from her shirt. Thanks to her cooperation, the FBI had evidence to investigate her husband, soon to be former.
September 19, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about mud on the tires. The tires can be from any conveyance or serve as an analogy. How did they get muddy and why? What impact does mud on the tires have on the story (plot) or characters (motivation)? Go where the prompt leads!
The layer of caked mud on the tires was thick and the wheels were stuck hard. Jessie pulled hard without success.
She then had a bright idea, she brought the water hose, turned the water on the bike to make it easy to extract. Now the mud was acting like bubblegum and the bike was stuck fast. When Jessie pushed harder, she slipped in the mud and the bike fell on top of her.
The bike was free at last, all they both needed was a hosing down, hopefully before her brother found out that she’d taken his bike.
For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows a woman lying on a sectional sofa draped by a large, bluish terrycloth towel or blanket that covers all of her body, including her head, except for her lower legs and feet.
When he decided to spy on his wife, the last thing he expected was to discover that shewould just be spending a lazy afternoon on the couch while he had said that he was going on a trip outside the city.
Silently, he peeked through the living room window and saw her lying on the sofa, her body covered by her favorite blue blanket. He was relieved that his suspicions were unfounded and Martha wasn’t having an affair in his absence with his best friend, James.
He crept away, got in his car, and left. As soon as the sound of the car driving away reached Martha’s ears, she flung away the blanket and called to James who was hiding behind the sofa.
“He’s gone now! Let’s do some planning!”
Both got busy working out the details of Mark’s 40th surprise birthday party!
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a woodland. In the centre of the woodland is a clearing with fallen trees made into a round seating area. At the head of the seating area is a grand chair.
It was nearing sunset that Maisie came out in the open and sat on one of the logs. One by one, many joined her and gradually the circle was full of waiting woodland fairies.
But the chair at the head remained empty. Everyone was getting anxious because it wasn’t like the wise fairy to be late. What if she was caught? Taken a prisoner? Or God forbid, had forsaken them and flown away someplace? These questions were percolating in the minds of all present.
But all the wondering stopped when the wise fairy suddenly appeared and took her position at the head of the gathering.
“Dear fairy folks, I’m sorry to be tardy today but I had a good reason to be so. I have important information!” She stopped and looked at the faces turned towards her.
“Our forest is going to be cleared, to make way for a new resort to be built here. This has to be stopped at once. Do you have any suggestions?”
A young fairy put forward the idea of using the spell of forgetfulness on the developers so they completely forget their idea. The wise fairy liked this idea and it was put into action, by two older fairies who had powerful magic. Thus saving a forest that had stood there for generations.
Vicom was a titled vampire bat. A long line of distinguished ancestors had set a hard path to follow for him with their valiant and vigorous conduct.
Vicom valued the valleyoutside his abode and had vowed to protect it from all invaders, especially man. Every night he would do a flyby and if a human was detected, he would scare it away to preserve his valued surroundings.