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| FOR "Hook of the Book" // 24 WORDS I guess I know what Shakespeare meant when he wrote: The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune but even Shakespeare couldn't have imagined this ... |
| Words: 237 FOR "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge" “That was not necessary.” "Maybe it wasn't, but I wanted to do it." "Listen, I know how tired you get ..." A loud, cheerful male voice interrupted the two women. "Are my dear Mom and my darling wife at it again? What is it this time?" "Harold, look, Mamma baked a cake for my birthday!" Harold entered the kitchen and looked at the gooey chocolate cake sitting next to the oven, the icing saying 'Happy Birthday Alicia'. "Alicia, Mamma likes doing this. She bakes a cake for me and for Pappa ..." "But Mamma gets so tired, we could've ordered a cake ..." There were tears in her mother-in-law's eyes now. "A store bought cake is never like a home-baked one. I just wanted to make you happy." "Of course you made her happy, Mamma, you made her too happy!" Harold said, with a little laugh. He drew the two women in his life into a big hug. It was time for another male voice to interrupt. "Why am I left out of this family hug?" Mamma held her hands out to her husband. "You're in it now," she said, and he joined in. Mamma, in a sudden burst of affection, held his face in her hands and gave him a long kiss on the lips. Pulling back, he made a comical face at her. "Mamma, in front of the kids?" he cried, in pretended shoci. “That was not necessary.” |
| Words: 160 // Lines: 28 // For: "PromptMaster !" // Prize Prompt The thing you’d find most ominous if it were inside a fortune cookie. Fed up with taxes was she Opened up a fortune cookie! "You are rich beyond your wildest dreams!" The place was full of her screams. "No, no, really I'm not I have declared all I've got!" Dream? Nightmare! All the tax men there. "She's rich, she's rich She must pay, she cannot ditch!" "She's rich, she's rich, Hidden it away, she's a witch!" "She's rich, she's rich Not to say it, but she's a B****!" At this, she woke, sweating Taxes really had her fretting. Took deep breaths, calmed down Then a smile replaced the frown. She'd met the tax man yesterday Given him the amount she had to pay. It was a very smooth investigation The trauma was her imagination. Yes, she was rich in many things Family and friends her main blessings. She put her head back on the pillow Now her thoughts were mellow. "I'm rich, I'm rich, and I'm grateful To have blessings is so cool!" |
| Words: 38 // Lines: 8 // For "PromptMaster !" Task prompt We sat waiting in the restaurant They didn't serve the food We chatted and laughed Pretending we weren't hungry Pretending we weren't hungry We chatted and laughed They didn't serve the food We sat waiting in the restaurant |
| FOR "PromptMaster !" // 3 LInes // 10 WORDS Mangoes ripening Parched earth crackles underfoot Birdsong fills the air |
| 122 WORDS // 26 LINES // For "PromptMaster !" - PRIZE PROMPT Clickety Click Clack The train is on the track Clickety Click Clack Takes you there and back Clickety Click Clack With luggage on the rack Clackety Clack Click The signal's down, quick! Clackety Clack Click Drop off, or pick! What do the wheels say As they take you on your way? Listen to them sing what message do they bring? Are you going to, or from? Heart calm, or like a storm? The wheels just echo The rhythm in you, you know. Clickety-clack happy if you're glad Clackety-click morose, if you're sad The wheels speak in code Running along with their load But for each passenger Its meaning does differ Because, right from the start It echoes the beat of each heart. |
| FOR "PromptMaster !" // 99 WORDS // 20 LINES Dash it all, my brain Has gone all wonky again! It's getting to be bigger than my head! My cranium has to strain To house my brain All my wit doesn't quite fit Can't get it all in this noggin! Wit's getting to be bigger than my head! I'm so bright my skull feels tight Could anyone be as clever? Never, never! I'm smart, I'm canny, I'm astute, I'm keen my brain's the biggest you've ever seen. Glitz getting to be bigger than my head! So, my dear, you get the idea? The first MB is coming to me!  Prompt: The thing that is bigger than your head that you wish was smaller than your head. |
| Yesterday it rained so the internet on the computer is down today. I am dictating this to my phone. The guy says internet will be repaired soon. I hope so. |
| Words: 234 // For "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge" It had been one of those weeks. The washing machine had conked and the number she had for the repairman had gone invalid. She'd have to book the repairman online and she was too old for that, she didn't do these things online. In her mind's eye, she saw a pile of dirty laundry growing till it became a mountain ... this was silly. She needed to call someone and get some sense knocked into her head. She could text, at least. One by one, she texted her friends - 'may I call?' One by one, they either human-replied or auto-replied 'sorry busy now' in some way. She had nobody! Fiercely, she wiped the tears off. No self-pity, she admonished herself. You've chosen to live alone. She went to You Tube and clicked randomly on some instrumental music. She listened. It was their song, but he wasn't here anymore. Involuntarily, her feet began to dance. She danced till she was exhausted, and then sank on to the sofa. She could text. She picked up the phone and texted. Fifteen minutes later, the bell rang and she went to answer the door. "You ordered cake, Madam?" She paid the cash and carried the cake carefully in. She put it on the table. She set two places - table-mat, plate, knife, fork. "Happy Anniversary, darling, and please don't get any cake on your clothes, the washing machine isn't working." |
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