WRITESPIRATION #100 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 4 – 100

Week 4 of Sacha’s special #writespiration prompts. As it is her 100th #writespiration prompt in total, she has given us this as a prompt, to do whatever we want with…

100

The twist in this new 52-week challenge… you can only use 52 words. No more, no less, 52 words exactly. Any story of your choice, but 52 words. Final!

So here goes!

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Sheesh! Who’d a thunk it?

Still, it was worth it. It was a great night!

The music was pumping, the people were dancing, the drinks were flowing.

Jeez, were they flowing… One hundred bottles of flowing!

No wonder my head hurts.

Just wake me when it’s all tidy!

Perks of hitting 100!

 

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Image from Google

 

I only wish that if I hit that milestone, I can still party as hard! 😉

 

#JusJoJan Daily Prompt – Jan. 20th/17 – Transcendent /#WRITESPIRATION #99 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 3

Combining two prompts together again today because, well, I can!

Day 20 of Linda’s #JusJoJan challenge with the prompt below;

The Just Jot It January 20th prompt, brought to you by Deborah of the blog, Notes Tied on the Sagebrush, is: “Transcendent.” Use it any way you’re inspired to. And make sure you stop by and say hi to Deborah as well! Here’s her blog: https://notestiedonthesagebrush.com/ .

And week 3 of Sacha’s new, improved #writespiration prompts.

SO, your challenge if you choose to accept it, is to write your story using the weekly theme/prompt and write it in just 52 words…. EXACTLY, no more, no less.

This weeks theme:

Lost Things

 

Certain things, once lost, can never be ‘found’ again.
She learned that the hard way.
Famous once for her transcendent beauty, she had it all.
Then that damn thing called ‘Age’ happened.
No amount of surgery helped.
If anything, each treatment seemed to bury her looks further.
Who said beauty is ageless?

Writespiration #98 52 weeks in 52 words -Week 2 – The Badly Timed Trump

Sasha’s back with the second prompt for #Writespiration.

Your challenge is to write your story using the weekly theme/prompt and write it in just 52 words…. EXACTLY, no more, no less.

Submit your entries in the comments or on a blog post and I post them the following week with the new prompt. You have until Sunday to enter.

This week’s prompt is to write about the badly timed trump!! 

So… here goes…

She could feel the pressure building.

The music was loud. Surely letting one go wouldn’t hurt…

They slipped out to the beat of Beyonce’s latest release.

Relief. 

Last one.

Out it came, loud and proud, as the dj faded the tune out so the Groom, her new husband, could start his speech.

There you go Sacha!!!!

Smoke #writephoto

Sue’s Photo Prompt this week…

smoke

This just wasn’t fair, you know.

They always know how to find me.

I can’t help it though. Haven’t you seen the size of my belly?

I’d been fed up (again) of being ignored (again), so thought I’d run away (again). They were always busy with her, my sister. Ballet classes, horse riding, gymnastics… she always had all these great clubs to go to, because she was good at all these things. No, not good, but brilliant!

Tall, slim, pretty, with that angelic face and smile that melted all the hearts who encountered it.

The total opposite of me. Two years older than her, but 4 inches shorter, orthodontic braces to correct my overbite, and a rather rotund figure. I can’t help that though, whenever she didn’t want to eat something she would give it to me, and I, being the protective older sister, would wolf down her extras, so she didn’t get in trouble.

I didn’t realise until a lot later, how much of a mistake that was!

Still, I do like my food. At least when I go to college, I can forget her perfection, and indulge in what I am good at.

Culinary art.

Delectable cuisines from around the world…

Ok, so I’m doing a catering course.

They never complain when whatever I have been cooking graces the table, but aside from a flippant “Ta love!” I don’t get a second glance.

So I decided that I would do it. Run away, but properly, today.

There is no going back.

Well, there wasn’t, until that smoke wafted into the cave where I had painfully secreted myself…

The scent of a barbeque.

How dare they?

That was my speciality!

But you know the worst thing?

I could smell burning in that smoke! And they all know that one thing I can’t bear is good food being ruined.

I’ll just go and sort it out, it’s only one barbeque… I guess they deserved one more chance to show they care…

… and, well, I was kinda hungry!

#writephoto

Anomaly #writephoto

Sue’s photo prompt this week…

anomaly

And my take…

“Now dat,” Dermot said, indicating to the streak of rainbow, suspended in front of them “Dat is de work of a master.”

“A master what?” Paddy asked “A master of stupidity?”

The Local Leprachaun Society had been meeting here at this pub for many years, whenever one of them had created a new rainbow. Every nuance of the phenomenon was discussed, minute details picked apart.

Dermot sighed. “He’ll be here soon enough.”

Sure enough, the door swung open and Seamus sauntered in. He sat down and was promptly thwacked around the head by Paddy.

“What was dat fer?” he scowled, rubbing the back of his balding pate.

“Feast yer eyes on dat beauty, and you’ll see fer yerself!” Paddy pointed to the rainbow.

Seamus trained his eye on the colours, and realisation dawned on him.

“De curve, man! Where’s de curve?” Paddy was in full flow “Ye know de rainbow needs an arc! It helps us hide de crock of gold from de hunters! Optical illusions, dat’s what we are about, and you go and create de world’s first feckin’ vertical one! Might as well place a flashin’ sign above it, saying “Nick Me!” ya eejat!”

And another thwack was felt on the back of his head…

 

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