March 7, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a mouse. It can be real, imagined, electronic or whiskered. Go where the prompt leads!
Mousetrap
The pain. It sears through my body. I know no one will find me. They were all much more sensible, listening to Mummy. I had to be the one who had to go and look. Curiosity killed the cat. That’s the saying. Not the mouse, the cat. But it was just so tempting. I could smell it. That whiff of cheesiness. I knew it was out there somewhere. And I found it too. Sat there, right in front of me, was a huge chunk of the best cheddar. How was I to know it was on a state-of-the-art mousetrap?
February 28, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story using the term backup. You can back up or have a backup, just go where the prompt leads!
Back Up Required
“Back up! I request you all to back up. You are blocking the exit.” Pete tried, in vain, to clear a path through the door. It was always the same, when these guys visited. He needed to get the band to their car, but it was proving to be impossible. Just as he thought he’d made some headway, a huge scream erupted, and the crowd of teeny boppers surged forward, knocking him to the ground. Typical. The boys had turned up at the entrance, with their dazzling smiles, unaware that their security was buried, and requiring back up himself.
February 14, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about valentines. It can be Valentine’s Day, the exchange, love for another, romance, or friendship. Have a heart and go where the prompt leads!
Valentine’s Day
For her, every day was Valentine’s day. No, seriously, it wasn’t all about the mushy hearts and flowers rubbish that the rest of the world immersed themselves with on February 14th. Valentine was a very demanding man. He expected to be waited on hand and foot constantly, by his wife. Sheila was forever in the kitchen, cooking up delights, or serving drinks, laundering clothes, physical needs: basically anything that he demanded, she fulfilled. But this year he was in for a surprise. This Valentines day, Sheila was walking out of that house, and reclaiming her life finally. Self care.
February 7, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a sign. It can be a posted sign, a universal sign, a wonder. Go where the prompt leads.
Here goes.
Why Did I Get Up?
Why Did I Get Up? Nina dragged herself to sitting position. Why did the alarm have to go off? She swung her feet out of bed and one landed on a squidgy mess. Great. The cat had been eating silly things, and deposited his sick at her bedside. The shower was no better. Her flatmate had used up all the hot water. Even her morning coffee was blighted with the fact there was no milk left. After three hours of sitting on a bus, trying to reach her workplace, Nina gave up. All signs that she should just have stayed in bed this morning.
December 13, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about Cora Kingston. You can answer any of the questions history obscures or completely make up a Cora Kingston story. Go where the prompt (and the name) leads you.
Cora’s Love
Cora wept as she carefully reread the card in one of her hands. Tears blurred her vision but the words were etched on her eyeballs. “You are cordially invited to the union John Yendow and Cora Kingston…” The proofs of their wedding invitations had arrived earlier that week, but so caught up was she in her grief, she hadn’t looked at the mail. Instead of stepping into the church as a blushing bride-to-be, she had entered it to bid farewell to her one true love. In the other had she held today’s order of service. “In loving memory of…”
But I Smile Anyway... 