June 13, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about the work of many hands. Is it a cooperative effort or something else? Go where the prompt leads!
Many Hands Make Light Work
Too many cooks spoil the broth, they say But I would like to differ, that is, if I may For another common saying does lurk Many hands, indeed, do make light work Surely, it is better To work together To achieve our goal As one big whole Rather than trying to be the one Who is named for always getting things done Do not always try to stake your claim Yet shy away from taking blame Working as a team is best You can always rely on the rest And what can take an hour, In minutes, you’ll devour
May 9, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about growing older. It can be humorous, dark or poignant. It can be true or total fiction. It can be fine wine or an old fossil. Go where the prompt leads!
Tooting Marvellous
Mabel sat in her armchair and glanced around her surroundings. Look at them all — old fogies. She was, undoubtedly, at least ten years younger than them. Goodness knows why they’d put her in here. There must have been some mistake. But that silver-haired Derek, sat across the room, he looked rather dashing. Someone to get to know and, maybe, help ease the boredom. Shifting slightly in her chair, she felt a build up in her stomach, and a loud fart escaped. At least there were some benefits to growing old…No embarrassment factor; she could toot to her heart’s content!
April 25, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes exhaustion. Who is exhausted and why? Can you make art of exhaustion? Go where the prompt leads!
Exhaustipated
Tired? Seriously, you don’t have a clue. Yes, so what? You get up, get ready, catch a train and work 9-5. The evening commute is hard, so you need a drink at the end of the day. Then you sleep. And repeat. At least you sleep. Me? I’m not sure what time I wake up, because I’m not entirely sure I go to sleep. It’s an endless round of feeding, changing, getting housework done whilst he sleeps, then all over again. Babies don’t have a clue about tiredness. Exhausted? No. I’m exhaustipated. Simply too tired to give a sh*t!
April 18, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about gender. It can be fixed or fluid. Explore the topic on your own terms and open your mind to possibilities and understanding. Go where the prompt leads!
East to West – Which Gender is the Best?
“Hmmm, what is it?” “Not what. Who!” “Huh?” “It’s the scan picture! There. That’s your grandchild right there!” “Looks like an alien.” “Well, we all know where the weirdness will have come from, Dad!” “So, a he or she?” “Does it matter?” “No, not to me. Just as long as the child is healthy and happy, that’s all that matters. But you know what the rest of the family will be like…” “I know, they’ll all want a boy. Typical Indian families.” “Gender doesn’t make someone right or wrong, it’s their actions. Teach your child well. Make me proud.”
Charli at the Carrot Ranch, with her prompt for this week:
April 4, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about fire. It can be a flame that burns or a light that inspires. Follow the flames and go where the prompt leads!
Out Of The Frying Pan, Into The Fire
I sat at the bar, nursing my whiskey. Needed to be sensible. I couldn’t afford to be reckless with my drink again. I hadn’t meant to leave the barbeque unattended, but after a few drinks with my guests, I forgot it, and turned to see the flames licking the sky. Gina wasn’t planning on letting me back in the house. I had to keep my cool, give her a few hours, then I’d go back, and she’d forgive me. But would she? I threw the fiery liquid down my throat in a single gulp. “Bartender, another one please.”
But I Smile Anyway... 