Category: Short story

Broken arm

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!

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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?

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Word count: 99

Written for 99 Word Story, hosted by Charli Mills of Carrot Ranch

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WDYS # 152 -A Roundup post

This week I posted my response on Tuesday, my mother’s death anniversary.

Fantastic entries again this week in response to this image. Please click on the links to read the contributions of our lovely participants.

David; Mother and child

Punam; Mother’s embrace

Reena; Entwines

Diana; Mother’s love

Keith; Story time

Jane; Reflection

Jim; The center of human feelings

The novel reader; What do you see # 152

Grace; Bond

Isadora; A child is born

Sylvia; Motherhood Quadrille

Eugenia; Moonlit dreams

Christine; Dear baby

Ami; Mother’s birthday

Audrine; First love

Chaya; A miracle

Benjamin; How does it feel?

Suzette; Cradle

Maria; Hush little baby

Lakshmi; Everyday moments

Yinglan; Before it’s too late

Brenda; New beginnings

Sadje; 55 years without you

Ken; Source of comfort

Sandy; Hope held close

Tessa; What do you see # 152

Hammad; A life of 14 days

Brandon; Be

Sangeetha; It was

Fandango; We’ll be fine

Carol; To my amazing mom

Inkdrop; Snug as a bug

Nancy; An aunt’s lament

Jules; Destiny’s children; bound and released

O’Nika; Love and acceptance

Goutam; Spirit of endurance

Michnavs; In heaven

Pamelap; Lullaby cuddles

I am grateful to all those who have read, shared and commented on these posts.

I will be posting next week’s challenge on Monday at 12:00 pm, PKT.

Thanks for reading.

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Oh no!

The image is from the WordPress Free Photo Library.

For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows an upset or angry woman squeezing her head with her two hands, fingers outstretched.

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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.

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Written in response to FFFC # 185, hosted by Fandango

Also included, FSS # 64, hosted by Fandango

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Muddy tires

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!

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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.

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Word count; 99

Written in response to; 99 Words Story, hosted by Charli Mills of the carrot ranch

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WDYS # 151 -A Roundup post

I love drawing on dusty or foggy surfaces

A whimsical drawing, perhaps baby footprints

Something to relieve the monotony of the moment

Or make someone smile at the funny drawing

Why take life seriously all the time?

Take out a few minutes to laugh and smile

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Great entries this week in response to this image. Please click on the links to read the contributions of our lovely participants.

Reena; Open to receive

Kittyverses; Silent strength

Mason; A morbid impression

David; Real or imagined

Keith; Something wasn’t right

Michnavs; Slumber

The novel reader; What do you see # 151

Just a thought; Artists on the fly

Eugenia; Just another day

Di; What do you see # 151

Ami; Trapped

Chaya; A fearless voice

Suzette; Astral projection

Maria; Silhouette

Fandango; Neither here nor there

Ken; Filthy genius ; Alien shadows

Grace; Kindred spirit

Sangeetha; Light waves

Punam; Dream binary

Yinglan; Dead end

Benjamin; Seventies

Sandy; Metamorphosis

Nopes, not Pam; Illumination

Jude; To forget love

Dest1819; The shadow

Pamelap; Seeing through

Jules; Optimist reflections

I am grateful to all those who have read, shared and commented on these posts.

I will be posting next week’s challenge on Monday at 12:00 pm, PKT.

Thanks for reading.

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Unfounded suspicions

The image is from the WordPress Free Photo Library.

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.

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When he decided to spy on his wife, the last thing he expected was to discover that she would 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!

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Written in response to FFFC # 184, hosted by Fandango

Also included FSS #63 , hosted by Fandango

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WDYS # 150 -A Roundup post

The peaceful time of the sunrise overwhelms me

My heart sings songs of gratefulness and dances

I am alive to see another day- Hooray

Another blessing from the Almighty bestowed on me

The gift of peace soothes the agitated mind

And I bow down in supplication to the Creator

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Fantastic entries again this week in response to this image. Please click on the links to read the contributions of our lovely participants.

Reena; Secret

Michnavs; Life

Punam; Enigmatic earth

David; Between her hills

Retired Kalam; Enjoy life with good habits

Maria; Natural healer

Goutam; Unhindered

Keith; A poem – Beyond the circle

Eugenia; From here to there

The novel reader; What do you see # 150

Diana; Home

Grace; Second scene

Jim; Ancient circular alter

Benjamin; Like men that dreamed

Di; Ripples of the stones

Lakshmi; Everyday moments

Ken; Going around in circles

Jude; Purple haze

Hammad; A life’s circle

Suzette; Stepping stones

Nichole; Valley monument

Dest1819; A heavenly vista

Sandy, The gathering place

Nope, not Pam; Possibilities

Sangeetha; Sacred

Yinglan; Past life

Jules; Helical helpmates

Chaya; The ultimate painter

Brandon; Spirals of depression

Fandango; Bullseye

Jenna; Moments of awe

Pamelap; Sun and stone

Indira; What do you see # 150

I am grateful to all those who have read, shared and commented on these posts.

I will be posting next week’s challenge on Monday at 12:00 pm, PKT.

Thanks for reading.

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The meeting place

Meeting – Image by KL Caley

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.

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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.

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Written for WritePhoto- Meeting, hosted by KL Caley

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WDYS # 149 -A Roundup post

Beauties standing still in green pastures

Waiting to be appreciated for their majesty

Innocence vying with mischief in their eyes

Oh to be free and have the wide world to explore!

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Great responses again this week in response to this image. Please click on the links to read the contributions of our lovely participants.

Michnavs; Let me be

David; Watch the hair

Reena ; Animal love

Kittyverses; Wheels

K L Caley; Competing with beauty

Lady Lee Manila; I walk around as the horses gallop

Maria Michaela; The black pony of the family

Di; What do you see # 149

Jim; My dad is black

The novel reader; What do you see # 149

Punam; The highwayman’s horse

Bren; Mother mare please make him play

Grace; Camaraderie

Susi; Due

Eugenia; Belonging

Sandy; A horse is a horse

Ami; Always separate

Suzette; Freedom

Ken; Moody mare; pretty ponies

Nancy; Horse sense

Hammad; A surprise

Fandango; Mothers, daughters and ponies

Greg; Galloping gossip bitties

Inkdrop; Who’s dat?

Chaya; Innocent or naughty

Nope, not Pam; Open mic

Indira; What do you see # 149

Jules; Be conscientious

Maya; Left out

Pamelap; Together alone time

Dest1819; Just because I’m black

Ami; Always separate

I am grateful to all those who have read, shared and commented on these posts.

I will be posting next week’s challenge on Monday at 12:00 pm, PKT.

Thanks for reading.

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A letter a week- V- Vicom, the vivacious vamp

Place – Valley

Emotion – Vigour

Adjective – Valiant

Verb – Value

My animal – Vampire bat

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 valley outside 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.

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Written for A letter a week- V, hosted by Deb at Nope, not Pam

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