Min min Prompt (11/20/2023): In celebration of poet Rabbie Burns’ birthday, write up to 250 words around his quote “The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men // Gang aft agley (often go astray)”
To view others’ responses to this prompt, click here.
BTW, this is the 8th of several short(er), seat-of-the-pants installments of an ongoing serial; all can be found on my blog site. I have no idea where this is going, but I intend to have fun while I get there. Optional Summary, but it’ll help: Two teens climb up what they’d heard was a haunted tower, only to find a beautiful stained glass window at the top depicting blue skies, bunnies nibbling on a wind-stroked field of clover, with a castle in the distance. They are drawn into the scene and tumble down a hill, their jeans and t-shirts transforming to dirndl and lederhosen, and find themselves surrounded by tawny-striped, fierce rabbits. Who talk. Yep.
So, we have a magic portal, the warrior bunnies of Queen Buttermilk of the far castle, and of course there are magical objects in a couple of overturned buckets, though Jack has a switchblade in his pocket. Because yes, the teens are named Jack and Jill. Sorry, not sorry.
Jill feeds the rabbits and themselves by spreading the magical tablecloth, and once satisfied, decide to journey to Queen Buttermilk’s castle and find their way home. They head down to a nearby stream to fetch a pail or two of water. And so the story continues… Continue reading
January 16 – Optimism
Today’s prompt for Linda Hill’s Just-Jot-It January 2023, OPTIMISM, invites continuation of a new serial about two kids, named Jack and Jill, who fall through a magical stained glass window at the top of a reputedly haunted tower, and land in a bucolic realm, with rolling hills, distant castle, and a gathering of tan-and-brown striped rabbits with red eyes. Whether these rabbits are a fluffle or a colony has yet to be discovered…
We’re about half way through the month, but if you want to play (read others’ posts and/or write your own) here is where you go to join in! If you want to read others’ responses, visit the comments here (https://lindaghill.com/2023/01/16/daily-prompt-jusjojan-the-16th-2023/ , and visit (June @ https://jaquintinwriter.wordpress.com/ ) who provided today’s prompt word.
Jack smiled back at Jill uncertainly. She stood in front of him, seeming to smile, but her fists on her hips, over the stiff dirndl, and her tight blond braids sticking straight out from her red face, belied that impression. She looked more like a pissed off Heidi, not the tight-jeaned, spaghetti-strapped popular girl he’d brought to the tower. Continue reading
Here’s a two-fer for Linda Hill’s Just-Jot-It January 2023, combining Sadje and Carole Anne’s prompt words. They just seemed to flow together in a stream of consciousness story. We’re only half way through the month, but if you want to play (read others’ posts and/or write your own) here is where you go to join in! The prompts are:
Reversal (Sadje @ http://lifeafter50forwomen.wordpress.com )
Gratitude (Carol Anne @ http://therapybits.com/)
January 13 – Reversal
While it wasn’t exactly a face palm, her forehead did wind up lowered into her left hand, head tipped to the side. She gazed at him from under her curtain of curly bangs, unable to believe what she was hearing now. Her elbows dropped to the dark wooden table as her left hand met the right and clasped her mouth. She sighed and looked at him straight on. “How in the hell did we get to this place?” Continue reading
The prompts suggested by fellow bloggers and writers for Linda Hill’s Just-Jot-It January 2023 have been great sources of inspiration for revising my novel. We’re only half way through the month, but if you want to play (read others’ posts and/or write your own), here is where you go to join in the fun!
Today, I offer up my response to the prompt “DONUT,” which has nothing to do with my novel, but everything to do with beating the doldrums and trying new things. Hope you enjoy, and try something new today!
“And after that, you told Kevin it was the last time?” Aribeth raised an eyebrow, quizzical, if not skeptical.
“I did, and I really meant it at the time,” Claudia gazed into her cup, swishing the tea leaves in search of possible patterns or prophetic truths. “But now, I’m not so sure.”
Their wooden chairs creaked in sympathy with their discomfort at revisiting the topic once again. Same local coffee & tea shop “Bean Me Up, Scottie”, quickly emptying of the morning rush, same low murmur of the regulars and staff. Claudia had her usual blueberry scone and English Breakfast tea, and Aribeth sat with a cooling Americano in a tall mug, no cream, no sugar. A gust of wind smacked against the picture window, and both jumped at the rattle of rain and sleet. They laughed; the icy rain apparently wanted to be part of their weekly ritual, too. Continue reading
(For the previous installment in this story, please click to my earlier post: What’s in a Name?)
January 27: Understanding
Flora has been my BFF for longer than either of us can remember. And she was always a Flora, and I was always exactly who I am: a Megan. Continue reading