Image source: Echo by Ellen Thesleff, Finnish (1891)
Just Jot January Day 10 – Prompt: Echo from Dan. Be sure to visit his blog to read or just say hi! See what other folks have done with the prompt, or add your own! https://lindaghill.com/2025/01/10/daily-prompt-jusjojan-the-10th-2025/
In which I combine two prompts that go really well together & try to find a kinder, more understanding perspective…
January 5 – Prompt FRUSTRATION from Barbara
January 7 – Prompt PERNICKETY/PERSNICKETY from Ritu
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Okay, so I did write a response to the prompts (582 words. Ugh!), and succeeded in finding the humor and the humanity of the situation, so the prompts were great for introspection and humor. Many thanks, Barbara and Ritu!
But face it: we don’t really want to spend time reading a lot of whingeing, especially from me. So it remains in my word processor and not on my blog. Instead, enjoy my silly offering from the (sadly) now defunct Carrot Ranch, in which our task was to create variations and a story on “Once Upon a Time” in EXACTLY 99 words:
https://valleyofthetrolls.blog/2023/11/16/a-place-where-stories-begin/
Hope I make you smile today!
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2025)
To join in the fun of Just Jot It January (reading or writing your own on the prompt), visit: https://lindaghill.com/2025/01/05/daily-prompt-jusjojan-the-5th-2025/
Goldie awoke. Daylight streamed through the thin fabric of the kitchen curtains. She’d been up late the night before, tending to her mother, who was never sick enough to seek aid from the healer, but never well enough to rise from her own bed in their own one-bed cottage. Continue reading
© Ayr/Gray (with some editing to birth the story
Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, THE UNICORN CHALLENGE. 01/03/2025). No more than 250 words in length.
The mansion looked fine from the outside, when the sun labored to reach every shadow and warm every corner of this most recent building that no one, living or not, could remember clearly. Tourists delighted in the brush of icy chill during daylight hours, the moan and rattle from towers firmly padlocked “For safety reasons, you understand.” An outdoor boarded-up well was a sitting place of a weeping woman in a lace gown, hair covering her ivory-white face. All part of the attraction. Continue reading
Woke up to subzero temps this morning, grateful that there is nothing…NOTHING…that requires me to go outside the house today. Yesterday, I returned overdue library books (a gothic horror novel by Elizabeth Hand, and a thick collection of Pablo Neruda poems), picked up a few grocery necessities, and got that teaspoon-sized dose of human interaction that’ll do me for about a week. Cuz Introvert. Continue reading
Eyes closed, I meander down grassy garden paths
Banks of roses nod and sing their fragrant earth song
Petrichor retreats under rosy rising sun
Sky yawns and stretches, a shell of robin’s egg blue Continue reading
Find the right tool
To deal with this fool
This meeting is running too long
Boomerang comes back
To cause me more flack
I just wish to stop new hire’s song Continue reading
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