99 Words #22 – What is Love?

Baby?

Hi sweetie.

Hey there…

Umm, what are you doing?

I just wanted to say, I loves you…

Oh God, please don’t.

But I loves you…

Stop it.

I eats the ends of the banana bread loaf so you don’t have to.

Why do you have to be such a dork?

I never leaves you an empty toilet paper roll.

Knock it off right now or I’m going to smack you.

Don’t be angry, I Ioves you!

You make me angry, because you’re a dork!

But baby…

I said stop it.

I…

Don’t do it.

LOVES YOU!

Smack

Ow.

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Written in response to Carrot Ranch Communication’s July 13, 2016 flash fiction challenge prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story using the emotion of anger. Hey, it’s in there…

July 13: Flash Fiction Challenge

99 Words #21 – About a Cat

The Jaguar hasn’t moved in awhile. I watch him, while he watches me. Every now and then he flicks an ear on his broad head, or blinks in a way to suggest I’m of no real interest. Still his eyes stay focused on me, and mine on him.

We seem to share some sort of connection, though it isn’t from any sense of being alike. This magnificent beast, once wild and without equal, sits humiliated in his cramped cage. I stand before him, alone in a room full of people, completely lost in what I am told is freedom.

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Written in response to Carrot Ranch Communication’s July 6, 2016 flash fiction challenge prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a cat.

July 6: Flash Fiction Challenge

Homework Gone Awry: Song Titles

This is How it Goes

You & Me

A Story No One Told

 

Falling Faster Than You Can Run

Everything Changes

Heart in Two

 

Nothing to Say

Nowhere to Go

I Just Don’t Understand

 

My Broken Heart Belongs to You

When It’s All Said and Done

I Don’t Want You On My Mind

 

Don’t Worry About Tomorrow

Close Your Eyes

Let it Go

 

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This came about as a challenge to write a piece of poetry using only song titles. I don’t claim to know what I’m doing as far as poetry goes. But then again that’s pretty much the case with everything I do in life.

How many titles do you recognize?

 

99 Words #20 – Smile

I’m sitting here thinking about cancer, and I’ve decided that life isn’t fair.

Celebrities get shout outs and hashtags, while our friends and family are taken from us and nobody knows. Everyone is talented. Everyone is important. Right?

I’m lost in thought, when the boy pops up in front of me. He’s grinning ear to ear, tongue sticking through the space where a tooth used to be.

“Hi dad.”

Just as quickly, he disappears. I realize that maybe I’ve got it all wrong. It’s not about recognition, it’s what we do with the time we are given that counts.

 

 

The Night Victoria Snuck Out

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Metallic hinges groaned open after having been stationary for many years. Shadows shifted in the unlit entryway. A sharp nose and squinted eye appeared from behind the opening door. There was a pause, a sniff at the wet night air, and then Victoria emerged from her hiding spot.

She tightened the ragged shawl that constituted her disguise around her face. Startled by a procession of four wheeled transport carts making their way around the square, she nearly tumbled backwards in to one of the rose bushes that stood sentry outside the entry way.

Victoria composed herself with a heavy sigh, and began shuffling toward the side gate. When she was half way across the courtyard she had another scare. Just around the corner of the long stone wall came laughter. Victoria turned to see a group of men gathered together, enjoying a cigarette in what remained of the night now that the rain had passed.

Victoria turned to continue on her way, but she had already been spotted. She tried to move at a comfortable pace, not wanting to raise immediate suspicion, but still the heavy clap of boots on the cobblestones continued after her.

“Hello there! What business do you have outside of the palace this evening?”

Victoria clasped the shawl over her face and turned to face her pursuer. She tensed as the man came near. “So sorry Sir, I seem to be going daft in my old age and’ve lost my way.”

“But…” the man paused, eyeing Victoria closely, “Grandmother?”

Victoria sighed and dropped her hand from her face. She kicked at a small rock in front of her, “Bugger.”

“Grandmother! What on earth are you doing?”

“George! Hush now, I wish to avoid unwanted attention!”

“But Grandmother, why are you sneaking about at this time of night?”

“I don’t believe I owe any explanation to you young George, but if it must be known I wish to see Mister Cody once more.”

“The man from the Wild West performance? Whatever for?”

“He wished to give me a private showing of something he referred to as his ‘white sheet rodeo’, I was intrigued.”

“Grandmother!”

“Hold your tongue young George, you are family but do not forget that your future is very much in my hands.”

“Yes Grandmother…”

“Now, it appears that the traffic along the carriage path has diminished, be a dear and latch the gate after I’ve gone, will you?”

Musical Interlude – Thank You.

Hello there.  Not something I really do but I wanted to post an open message to everyone who follows my blog, or has liked or commented on anything along the way.  So here we go.

 

Life is busy, for many different reasons, I know that better than most.  It’s been a struggle for me to find the time to write lately.  Like time is something that can be found, it’s all around us, so really I’m here to say I haven’t yet been able to completely rid myself of lame excuses…  Anyway, I used the April A to Z Challenge to get me back in to a regular flow, in my opinion it was a positive move.

 

 

So what now?  I’m going to get back to the project that I started for NaNoWriMo, and haven’t really touched since.  I’m going to do my best to get back to a once per week posting schedule here, and I hope you will stay tuned.

 

 

I’m done babbling now.  Thank you for following along.  Thank you for taking time out of your busy day to read my words.  Thank you for keeping me going.  My greatest hope is that I will be able to return the favour in some small way.

 

99 Words #19 – The End (aka Z is for Zombies)

“ZOMBIES!”

“Son of a bitch Bubbles!  What the hell was that?!  I nearly crapped my drawers!”

“Want a drink friend?  I’m going to make Zombies!”

“What are you talking about?  It’s 9 o’clock in the morning.”

“It’s never too early to try something new my son!  Or really old as the case may be.”

“No, I think I’m… Jesus!  Why aren’t you wearing any pants?!”

“It’s a beautiful day! What better chance to give the mistah a little fresh air!”

“That…  That is extremely inappropriate.”

“Calm down friend, no need to be so prudish.”

“I’m going back to bed…”

99 Words #18 – Keep Walking (aka Y is for Yesteryear)

We hang on to the past so tightly.  Fond memories and stories.  Pictures and special mementos.  We also hold on to things that offer us no benefit.  Perceptions and expectations.  Fears and regrets.  The person you are today was built upon all of your experiences, good and bad, but you don’t need to let those things define you.

I was asked a question today.  If I could tell my 16 year old self anything, what would it be?  My response was, no matter how bad things look right now, everything is going to be all right.  Just keep walking.

 

 

99 Words #17 – The Colour of My Mind (aka W is for When)

For better or worse, I’ve always been a product of my environment.  I absorb the attitude and energy of what is around me, and that is what I present to the world.  It’s not intentional.  In fact, until recently I didn’t give it much thought.  The problem is that I’m beginning to believe this is no way to live!  When do I get to be me?

Today, things change.  From now on, when I speak, I will use my own words.  When I act, it will be for my own reasons.  When I leave, I will not look back.