Kick-Ass Kreators Create – Part 3

As you may, or may not, know, I set up an online accountability group on Facebook.

Have you joined? Click here!

The intention is to give a little motivation each day and have opportunities to share our ups and downs with each other.

A suggestion was made that we could do something like a collective creation within the group, and so Just One Line was born!

The third challenge went out on Friday, and here is the little story that came out of it!

Upon getting closer to the house, Sarah realised it wasn’t the warm glow of the lights, but flames licking through her home.

She smiled and relaxed; at last Derek had started decorating the living room with Dulux’s vibrant ‘post-apocalypse’ emulsion that promised ‘Armageddon from your armchair’

It had been a mistake to help out her friend’s daughter with her new online interior design business; now the taupe walls had to go.

Standing back and looking at the first coat she decided to reserve judgement until later.

 On reflection, she realised none of it was important as the house was engulfed in flames, where was her mobile

Derek sat on the lawn in the front garden, head in hands, “I only wanted a quick smoke; It’s not my fault the lighter fell into the turps…”

The fire engine arrived …too late.

Too late even to stop the flames spreading to neighbouring houses.

It was a total nightmare, like something out of a disaster movie.

Was this real or a dream?

The look on the fire chief’s face said it was real.

Frozen, she looked at the firestorm developing around her.

Derek sheepishly appeared before her, “I’m sorry dear, I know it was your mother’s house…”

Well, actually dear she had secretly left it in the will to you!

A sneer touched her lips air blew from her nostrils while slowly nodding her head.

That’d teach him, having that eyesore to deal with.

“Now see if I care, Mother” with fists clenched she shook them towards the sky and roared.

Don’t think that your affair with my husband passed me by!!

Dumbfounded, Derek slumped to the lawn and trembled.

OMG, he thought she knew all that time she bloody knew.

So many thoughts raced through his mind and he looked for a place to escape.

With no place to escape obvious, he begged for forgiveness, pleaded on bended knee

She hesitated, so many memories flooding her mind, should she accept his apology?

No! How could she? He was not to be trusted.

Another fun set of entries to the story prompt! Thank you all!

If you want to be a part of it all, make sure you join, then you can add your own slants to the Just One Line story of the week!

Kick-Ass Kreators Create! Part 2

As you may, or may not, know, I set up an online accountability group on Facebook.

Have you joined? Click here!

The intention is to give a little motivation each day and have opportunities to share our ups and downs with each other.

A suggestion was made that we could do something like a collective creation within the group, and so Just One Line was born!

The second challenge went out on Friday, and here is the little story that came out of it!

Julie opened the book up and as she fanned the pages, a yellowed piece of paper slipped out.

It was a very old newspaper cutting dating from the 1920s.

An Irish newspaper

And the name, right up at the top of the clipping, leapt out at her.

Hamish Lachlan Frasier McDonald Esq.

Hamish never talked or mentioned his family.

She sat down to read the aged article.

Tears sprang to her eyes and slowly made a trail down her cheeks.

It was about the death of his wife, but, thought Julie, I’m his wife.

Wait, what year was this printed?

This was way before Julie was born.

Julie paled and put a hand to her throat. How could that be?

A tap in her shoulder made her jump

She quickly hid the article in the book again and looked up with a fixed smile on her face.

Staring back at her, a curious look in his eyes, he asked “What’s up?”

She always had to pause when she saw his young face because it reminded her of him.

She didn’t know how to answer,

S she smiled, took a deep breath and suggested a fun night in with movies and snacks.

“Come on Hector, let’s go watch a film, maybe that one your daddy used to like,” Julie placed the book on the table and turned to her son.

Another fun set of entries to the story prompt! Thank you all!

If you want to be a part of it all, make sure you join, then you can add your own slants to the Just One Line story of the week!

Kick-Ass Kreators Create!

As you may, or may not, know, I set up an online accountability group on Facebook.

Have you joined? Click here!

The intention is to give a little motivation each day and have opportunities to share our ups and downs with each other.

A suggestion was made that we could do something like a collective creation within the group, and so Just One Line was born!

The first challenge went out on Friday, and here is the little story that came out of it!

An incessant tongue licking my cheek was what woke me from my slumber.

 I had already warned him a million times not to do that!

But dogs don’t always speak human, do they?

I guess I only had myself to blame for weakening and agreeing to look after my sister’s Saint Bernard’s.

I have to admit I was disappointed when they didn’t have that cute little liquor barrel around their necks.

But, to be honest, after the night I’d had, liquor was the last thing on my mind…

I had been up three times to see what the racket in the street was, and the dog had not even stirred!

But when the furious knocking on the back door started, at last, he was stirred to action.

As I padded down the stairs to investigate, the house suddenly became quiet; was I sleepwalking again?

What did I just step in on the stairs?

Was it my imagination, or was it a pool of blood?

A dark silhouette loomed at the front door.

I was rooted to the spot, what should I do, I hesitated my hand on the doorknob.

With the poker poised to strike, I twisted the knob, screwed my eyes tight and dropped the hand as hard as I could.

There on the floor lay my husband, looking stunned.

He wasn’t meant to be back till Tuesday.

At least he got a decent welcome from the dog, as I stood there, frozen in shock.

That’s when I poured my own liquor.

Darn flea-bitten mutt, I muttered under my breath, trying to control my anger.

From the floor, my husband produced a bottle, “To celebrate my early return, ” he muttered.

Well, that was fun!

If you want to be a part of it all, make sure you join, then you can add your own slants to the Just One Line story of the week!

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