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.
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.”
Ms Jenny has given us another interesting Saturday Centus. I don’t know how she comes up with them. This week, the prompt sounds like the beginning of a recipe. But sometimes, following a recipe can lead to, well, just read on and you’ll see. Sorry if it’s not exactly light-hearted, but this is what came out. Be sure to click the link and check out the other entries.
Prompt: Cream together butter and sugar
Recipe Lost 105 words
“Cream together butter and sugar.”
The words blurred before her eyes. She blinked and read them again. She walked over to the refrigerator, grabbed a carton of cream, and returned to the recipe book.
Cream? That’s not right. She re-read the words.
“Butter and sugar.” Repeating the words like a mantra, she returned the cream, grabbed the butter, then stood there, trying to remember where she stored the sugar. She found it on the third try.
Back to the recipe, sugar in hand. No butter. She must have set it down, but where?
What is happening to me? She slumped to the kitchen floor, lost.
Ms. Jenny is in Texas right now, so I thought I’d give a bit of a Texas flavor to this week’s Saturday Centus. This week’s prompt is, “It is our pleasure…” Y’all be sure to click the link and go see what everyone has done for this week. It’s been real fun. 😉
Prompt: It is our pleasure
Texas Pleasure 106 words
“It is our pleasure to welcome you to Virtual Dreams.” The pleasant female voice spoke as they entered the room.
“I dunno ’bout this, Bob,” Riley said. “You sure we got the right place? I thought we were gonna find us some ladies of innertainment.”
“You’ll be entertained allright,” Bob said. “This contraption has a direct link to the pleasure centers in your brain.”
“It’s not the brain ah’m thinkin ’bout.” Riley grinned as he entered the booth.
“I want my money back!” Riley was spitting mad. “I asked for a pretty little filly I could ride all night and it gave me a horse!”
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.
Okay, I’ve been on a bit of a writing hiatus, not by intent, just kinda losing track fo the days passing. But I could not pass this one up. Jenny Matlock has grabbed my attention!
How? You ask. Why, by the prompt from this week’s Saturday Centus. (Click the link to go see the other entries) And that prompt is: “There’s a yellow rose in Texas.”
Now, why would that particular prompt catch my eye? Well, cause I was born and raised in Texas, spent the first 30 years of my life there. So how could I not respond to a prompt like that? It was totally out of my hands. As is the response that blossomed in me from the prompt. I know I’m not a poet, but I couldn’t help but change from prose on hearing those words in my mind. Btw, it’s a tad short – only 91 words, but adding another “stanza” would have taken it over the limit.
There’s a yellow rose in Texas
that blooms within my heart
and never will it leave me
it’s been there from the start
for I was born in Texas
and raised up Texas proud
and if y’all don’t believe me
you should hear me talk out loud
Now life has moved me onward
to live in distant lands
where people talk all funny
and are hard to understand
but don’t be filled with sadness
there’s nothing here to grieve
cause you can take the girl from Texas
but Texas never leaves
IAWTW: I Always Wanted to Write, is Chris Donner’s relatively new weekly writing challenge. To check out this week’s challenge, go HERE. You can also click on the bubble to see the main page for the IAWTW with a list of previous challenges.
This week we were given a short text with the possibility to fill in some blanks and to get creative as we wanted with it. I like getting creative. 🙂 Since there is no word limit I kind of allowed myself some freedom with this, and ended up with a short tale of over 500 words, I hope you won’t find it too long.
The opening line was: It had been ___ years since I had seen _____ (name), my best friend in ______. There are a few other sentences included, and I switched a couple around. Chris’s challenges are all about getting creative, after all. So without further ado, here is my short tale.
Reunion 545 words
It had been 100 years since I had seen Patrick, my best friend in the Interstellar Space program. Of course, all but 20 of those years had been spent in a hibernation pod aboard the Titanium. The last 20 had been here on Trellex 2.
We hadn’t planned on spending all those years apart from each other. We were both scheduled for the same mission, but Patrick was held back at the last minute, a medical glitch, easily fixable, but not within the time frame.
I still remember the last time we spoke, in a small coffee shop, back on Earth, the day before I set off on the mission. I was devastated by the news, as was Patrick. We had been more than friends, they called it “friends with benefits” back then, but we both knew we weren’t ready for a long term commitment. Yet the mission was to be the test, in a sense. We talked forever in that small café, both of us wanting to put off the moment of goodbyes.
Then he looked me in the eyes, and said what I most feared, “Do you want me to ask you to stay?” I remember thinking what an odd question, as my heartbeat pounded in my chest. Not, “Would you stay if I asked?”, but rather “Do you want me to ask?”. As I stared into his eyes, I knew he was serious, that if I said yes, he would ask me to stay behind, go on the next mission five years down the line. I also knew that if he asked, I would stay.
My throat closed on me, and it was all I could do to whisper the words, “No. Please, don’t.” I knew it was the right decision, as did he, but tears rose in his eyes, mirroring mine. He reached out and held my hand, nodding acceptance. Neither of us could speak for awhile. When we finally hugged, and shared a long kiss goodbye, knowing it was the last made it as sweet as it was sad. That was such a long time ago…
Who would have thought we’d meet by accident like this, in a coffee shop in the middle of Tryton City? What were the chances of this happening? Yet, here we were, strangers, together after all these years. We were both older by 20 years, but I’d have known him anywhere. When our eyes first met across the coffee shop, it was as if no time had passed. All the old feelings rushed in. Patrick lifted me up in a huge bear hug, planting a kiss on my mouth, and then he laughed out loud in delight.
We grabbed our coffee and sat in a small booth across from each other, each of us grinning like Cheshire cats. It was such a wonderful feeling, vivid and scary, and so very impossible. Our hands, drawn like magnets, touched in the middle of the booth. We both looked down at the same time.
On his left hand, as on mine: wedding rings. Our eyes met, a touch of sadness at what might have been. The moment passed and we smiled in harmony. No more benefits. But forever, friends.
I’ve missed a couple of Friday Fictioneers, and I admit I’m not doing my best work, but this one came to me from the picture prompt, so I decided to post it. My mind is going sixty directions, but I tried to focus it for just a moment. Be sure to click on the link for Madison Woods’ fiction response this week. In the comments section you will find links to other Fictioneers and their creative responses.
This weeks picture inspiration (slightly cropped for emphasis) for 100 words:
Wednesday 100 words
Every Monday and Thursday, after his doctor-ordered “health walk” he would come to this quiet place to sit and plan the rest of his day, lazily. No rush now, He’d never thought he’d live out his retirement alone.
On Tuesdays and Fridays, she came here to her favorite place, to sit in the fresh air, letting the sun ease her rheumatism. Sometimes she’d read a book. Mostly she just enjoyed the morning air. No one to rush home to, but she didn’t mind. Not really.
One week it rained heavily on Monday and Tuesday. That Wednesday, they met.
- 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.
It’s Celebration time at Jenny Matlock’s place! Why, Because today is the 100th Saturday Centus, a Saturday Centennial!!
To celebrate, Jenny is going back to where it started, the very first ever Saturday Centus, and we are to use that very first ever Prompt for our 100 word Centus. The funniest part is that Jenny, who has taught us to write tight, started out with a very, very, very wordy prompt – 53 words, to be exact! So instead of repeating the prompt twice, I will start with it, and then add a short —- line between the prompt and my continuance. Also, in celebration, I made very very sure that my continuation was exactly 100 words, in honor of this great day.
So, without further ado…
Windfall (153 words)
My untied shoelace changed my life. As I leaned down to re-tie it, I kicked away a few leaves. When I turned my head slightly to look where the leaves had been, I was astonished to see a rubber-banded wad of hundred dollar bills nestled in a little indention in the muddy ground.
Windfall! my heart sang.
“Trouble…” whispered a voice.
I picked up the bills. Maybe I should check it out.
I stopped by the bank. “Someone paid me with this,” I handed the teller a bill, “Can you tell me if it’s counterfeit?”
She took the bill to a man in the back. He examined it, then entered the serial number in a database.
The teller brought it back. “It’s real.”
I left the bank, my heart hammering. Windfall!
“Trouble…” the voice insisted.
“Shut up.” I said.
A van pulled up. Three men jumped out.
“I told you so…”