A new challenge for Week 166 of the 100 Word Challenge for Grownups, or 100wcgu, as it is fondly known. This week’s prompt is: … checking in proved to be… which of course can go as many directions as one can imagine. Several popped into my head, some based on experience, but I decided to go full fiction with this one. Always fun to do. Remember, if you want to participate, or just see more, click on the link above for this week. Enjoy!
What better way to celebrate my one-hundredth post than with a 100 word challenge. 🙂 This week’s prompt from Julia’s Place is: …the suitcase lay open… To see what others have posted, be sure to go visit the challenge page for Week 165.
I had so many ideas for this week’s challenge – I have no idea why I chose this one to develop. I had to play around with it a bit to get it under 100 words. And happily, it is exactly 100 – I love it when I manage to get it to the exact number. 🙂
The 100 word challenge for grownups, hosted by Julia’s Place, gives us a weekly prompt to use in a short tale of 100 words or less. This week’s prompt is …and then I smiled… If you are interested in seeing more be sure to check them out at the link below. Keeping a tale at 100 words is not as easy as one would imagine. This is my attempt. A bit dark, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.
I’m late, Week 163 is past and no more Linkys, but I wrote it and am posting it anyway. I admit I had seen the topic earlier in the week, and was at a loss for inspiration – the prompt, “Freedom,” is such a huge word. But after posting some early memories, I decided to use them with a huge amount of creative license, and came up with this tiny tale of a tiny tot. I hope you like it. I’m out of practice, so please bear with me. 🙂
Okay, I’m feeling
a bit very rusty with the writing. Not sure what’s going on, maybe it’s the Autumn air, but I had the urge to write, so here is a little sample. Julia’s Place is hosting the 62nd week of the 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups, or WCGU for short.
This week’s prompt: it can’t be that time
Click HERE to see the other entries.
Girl Talk 99 Words
“Come on, Shella, you remember Trevor. Tall, slim, shaggy brown hair.”
Shella laughed. “Tag, you live and breathe tall, slim, and shaggy. How am I supposed to remember one specific guy? At least give me a hint.”
“Okay, Aspen. The ski slope.”
Shella’s eyes and mouth rounded in perfect synchronization. “It can’t be that time you-“
“Yes!” Tag squealed.
“Oh my god, how did he react when he saw you, what did he say? And what did you say? After what happened he must have –“
“I know, I thought so too, but guess what?”
“It happened again.”
This week’s 100 Word Challenge for Grown-ups, hosted by Julia’s Place, has a picture prompt. Remember, you can click on the link and go give it a try, or just go read the different posts others have brought to the challenge.
I’m feeling a bit rusty with the writing lately, and I found this one particularly difficult to whittle down to 100 words, so please forgive. I had it down to 100, then realized it might not make sense without the picture, so I added a brief description of the image on the picture to help it make sense.
Helping Hands 105 words
Jason stood in the basement, surveying the tables filled with dinosaur bones, each carefully categorized. It was finally done!
“Do you realize what it means, Ben? I can finally start putting them together!” His five-year old son was the only one in the family to share his enthusiasm.
The next morning Jason went directly to the basement. He stopped. He stared at the huge ball of bones.
“Look daddy!” Ben ran toward him. “I put it together for you!”
Jason grabbed Ben up. His head was spinning rage.
Ben squeezed his neck, “Now you won’t have to work all the time.”
Jason hugged his son.
- You find your entry HERE
- You go to the next entry (if you were 6 you go to 7 etc)
- Using the last ten words as the prompt you write your piece. The prompt can be anywhere in the piece but must be complete as it was in the original.
- If you didn’t take part last week, choose any entry to use the last 10 words from.
The link will stay open for two weeks and will close on 16th April.
My prompt for this one came from “Her Father’s Voice” at the blog Even More Bonus Parts. The last ten words for my prompt are these:
“All she needs is the sound of her daddy’s voice.” So, assuming I have 100 words plus the prompt, here is my tale of 108 words.
Daddy’s Girl 108 words
“All she needs is the sound of her daddy’s voice.”
His wife’s voice echoed in his mind. Now, he sat by the hospital bed, looking upon his 15 year old daughter in an alcohol induced coma.
He wanted to cry out his rage. He wanted to yell at her, “What were you thinking?!” Anger and fear closed his throat like a tight fist, blocking all words from escaping.
He took several deep breaths. He cleared his throat, and managed a half choked whisper.
“Honey, it’s me, daddy. I love you.”
No change. He hadn’t expected one.
But the fist had loosened.
His words flowed on into the night.
For this week’s 100 Word Challenge for Grownups, Julia has offered up a challenge with a twist. We’ve been given an 8 word prompt, nothing unusual so far, and so we have 100 words, plus the 8 from the prompt, to create our entry. What is different this time is that Julia has decreed, “You have 100 words making a total of 108. However, the last 10 words are going to be used to start a piece by someone else next week!!” Go check it out for yourself, just click the link or the logo.
This week’s prompt:
‘What was the rabbit late for?’ wondered Alice.
Rabbit Hunt (107 words)
‘What was the rabbit late for?’ wondered Alice, peering around the park.
Static in her ear, then, ” Fox-two to Foxy-Lady, do you copy?”
“The rabbit has run.”
“I heard the first time! Where?”
“Out the south gate, must have sensed the trap.”
Weariness washed through Alice as she slumped onto the park bench. It had been a good plan. Her plan. It should have worked, dammit! What had gone wrong?
Now they had to go to plan-B, a much more dangerous option. Alice hated to take the risk, but she had no choice. The little girl’s life was in her hands.
This weeks 100 Word Challenge for Grown-ups hosted at Julia’s Place, is a topical prompt, where you can but don’t have to use the words of the prompt. Be sure to go by and see what others have made of this week’s prompt. I openly admit that my idea is not a new one, but i had fun with it nonetheless.
The Prompt: ...the red box…
My entry: Wish Fulfillment, 101 words.
“And behind curtain three is… The Red Box!”
The audience roared.
Sandra, the lucky contestant, jumped up and down, screeching in joy. MC walked her over to the large red box, center stage.
“It’s your choice, Sandra.” he said. “Keep the eight million dollars you’ve won, or trade it all for your Ultimate Wish.”
“My wish!” she squealed. The audience cheered.
“I wish my husband back to life!”
The box fell open. Sandra’s husband stood there, alive! Bits of decomposing flesh dangled from his face with its wide lipless grin.
Sandra screamed. The audience went wild.
Another wish fulfilled.
Okay, due to lack of time, I ended up combining a couple of challenges here, I hope you don’t mind. The first is the 100 Word Challenge for Grownups, hosted at Julia’s Place, and the second is for Madison Wood’s Friday Fictioneers. You don’t have to read both, but they are kind of a two part tale all in one. I think each could be fine as a 100 word drabble (I learned a new word!) I tried to make them open and close in ways that they could be independent, but at the same time, they were inspired together and so kind of fit together. Don’t forget to click the links and see what others have done.
Here are the Prompts:
phrase prompt this week:
“but I turned it off”
And for Friday Fictioneers, a photo:
Oh and btw – this is based on a true event.
100WCGU (Prompt: “but I turned it off”)
Strange Things (part 1) (100 words)
Janet walked into the kitchen, squinting at the brightness of the overhead light. “But I turned it off …didn’t I, Bo?”
“whuff” Bo answered. He nudged her hand.
“Patience,” she ruffled his ears, “I’m getting it.”
She bent into the fridge, reaching into the back for the baloney. When she closed the door, the room was in darkness.
“whuff.” Bo insisted.
Absently, she tossed the baloney to Bo as she walked over to the light switch – it was down. She flicked it up, and the light came on. What’s going on?
Bo gave a low throaty growl.
Friday Fictioneers (picture Prompt)
Strange Things (part 2) (98 words)
Bo growled at the kitchen door. Janet tensed. Bo never growled.
From behind the door came a strange mechanical sound followed by
Janet laughed in relief, it was just the cuckoo clock, sounding the half hour. Bo followed her into the darkened hallway. She looked up at the old clock as it ticked off each second with a soothing rhythm.
Bo whined, not soothed at all.
“What’s the matter, Bo? It’s just the – ” she broke off, memory sending an icy chill up her spine.
The clock had been wound down for over a week.