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
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
The challenge? Write a story in 6 sentences, no more & no less, and if you’d like, share your creation or just visit and comment on others’ ideas, with GirlieOnTheEdge, Denise. The prompt is “VISA”, and here’s where you join the party: Six Sentence Stories
***(And remember, I write fiction, so…)***
He glanced at the packet of papers, held between his thumb and first two fingers. “Well MY lawyer told me these don’t have to be returned until AFTER 30 days,” he sneered, releasing his fingers and scattering the pages across the floor. Continue reading
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She picked at her cuticle, her nail scraping at the skin that had grown terribly hard and calloused, and now extended like a unicorn’s horn, on her middle, tallest finger. “That’s prophetic,” she thought wryly, giving the side-eye to her boyfriend. Continue reading
So, this month I’m doing a challenge to write a micro a day, for Just-Jot-It-January. Thanks to Linda G. Hill, bloggers in the “Play Group” have proposed a one-word prompt for each day. Today’s prompt, “TEMPEST” was my suggestion! We share our responses back to Linda’s page, and are able to read what others come up with. I’ll post my responses every few days in bundles, to respect your in-boxes. But if a prompt tickles your imagination, please click its connecting link to read more!
Jan 7: Tempest
Eye of the Storm
It’d been one hell of a night. She came home from the evening shift to find the kitchen sink full, with dishes, as well as soapy water. This suggested an attempt had been made. Baby steps, she told herself, and opted to leave the mess for tomorrow. Continue reading