Weekend Writing Prompt #297- No Key Necessary




The days had dragged on for those witnessing his final throes of life.
As one moment led to the next, a bright light widened in his peripheral vision.
A clock ticked as his body relaxed in the natural way of acceptance and peace.
He’d done well… no regrets necessary… rest was about to be his reward.
The key to life had never been what he’d imagined.
Everything now made perfect sense.


71-words

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2023/02/04/weekend-writing-prompt-297-key/

Story Starter Saturday- 1/28/23 Sweet Dreams


Your sentence starter this week is:

  • Am I asleep, or am I dreaming? This question whirled through her mind.



    Sweet Dreams

    “Am I asleep, or am I dreaming? ” This question whirled through her mind as she listened to the TV.

    Barb sat straight up in bed having almost fallen asleep.

    “Did that idiot just say that private property causes Global Warming?!”

    Barb glanced at her husband, Dennis, to see he had dosed off with the TV on again. Now she was wide awake and angry ‘to boot’. Bill Gates was framed on the screen, sickly grinning, and proposed once more that no one should own property or cars.

    Barbara was so agitated she hit Dennis square in the face with her pillow. He flailed and sat up beside her.

    “What the heck, Barbara?! You nearly gave me a heart attack! What’s wrong?”

    “You fell asleep again with that Communist News Network on. Why in the HELL do you watch that garbage!”

    “It’s funny and boringly predictable at the same time. You know I can’t just fall asleep like you do.”

    “If you insist on watching that station, then you better make darn sure I’m asleep from now on before you tune in. It’s disturbing and alarming to me. And if you don’t understand how disturbing it is, I’ll be happy to hit you with my pillow when it’s left on in the future!”

    Dennis, now awake, changed the channel to Investigation Discovery. The show playing was about a woman gradually poisoning her husband to death.

    “That’s more like it! Goodnight Dennis. Sweet dreams.”




https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2023/01/28/story-starter-saturday-mix-28-january-2023/

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #265- Just a Gob without God

It is a line prompt this week. Let’s see where it takes you.

You live in a world where no Gods exist.



The king needs your money and fear,
Thus, no Gods are permitted for you.
His demands are supreme and quite clear.
The king needs your money and fear.

Your life is not worthy, nor dear,
Just a replaceable gob in his crew.
The king needs your money and fear,
Thus, no Gods are permitted for you.





https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2023/01/26/reenas-xploration-challenge-265/

Crimson Creative Challenge #220- It’s Crispy Time

Here’s how it works:

Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one below.)
You respond with something CREATIVE.

Winter is the crispy time of year
When everything looks blue
A frozen pause with brittle air
Winter is the crispy time of year

Venture out and bundles wear
You’ll find this all is true
Winter is the crispy time of year
When everything looks blue

https://crispinakemp.com/2023/01/25/crimsons-creative-challenge-220/

Simply Six Minutes- 1/24/23 Maximus RIP

The challenge is to write a story in 6 minutes using the photo below as the prompt.

My people called me “Fluffy”. But you can call me “Maximus”.

That’s what my homies called me.

Yep, I was all THAT after dark with the ‘ladies’ too.

I lapped saucers of milk (that gave me gas), squeezed into tissue boxes, sprawled on keyboards, but mostly lazed on windowsills during the day… every day, until last Spring.

It was then my people decided to renovate the cellar, but they conveniently forgot to barricade the crawlspace under the front porch, so it was then I found my avenue to FREEDOM.

Tipping garbage cans and yowling at the moon made me feel alive!

Then I saw her. The prettiest little calico on Earth!

Matty was her name and lovin’ was her game. M-E-O-W!

Now it’s over. My 9th life left me after an ill-timed leap showing off for my Matty at the dump.

My only regret is all these darn steps on this stairway to heaven!

I wonder if they’ll have windowsills up there. I could use a rest.

https://christinebialczak.com/2023/01/24/simply-6-minutes-welcome-to-the-challenge-01-24-2023/



The Sunday Whirl #589- I See Your Outrage, Here’s Mine.


I See Your Outrage, Here’s Mine


Watch me all you want!”

Jamuh shouted at his neighbors as they each stood staring at him from behind glass. Someone had already reported him twice!

The 4th Covid lockdown had turned almost all usually rational, friendly, people into danger averse cowards. Jamuh was having none of this nonsense. All he could do was challenge the gathering mentality of “sheep” and disrupt their mass insanity.

“I suppose me walking alone outdoors upsets your silly sense of safety! Do you see a murder being committed or a victim you hope will die?!”

Jamuh had been suddenly cut off from traveling, dining out, and going to work only because his instincts had told him that the “shot” was going to be ineffective and possibly dangerous. Hadn’t anyone learned from the past?

“YOU KNOW WHAT’S DANGEROUS?! FOOLS WHO THINK THEY CAN TELL OTHERS WHAT TO DO!”

As he stomped round the corner, his flesh crawled. He thought no one could craft a better tactic for implementing government totalitarianism than this virus even if he worked directly for the CCP.

He’d never told anyone else what to do yet he was supposed to be some kind of criminal?

“One day they’ll find out how they’ve been used as enforcers for the state…as guinea pigs… and as agents of their own destruction.”

As he made the circle toward home, Jamuh had calmed. He knew no one would hunt him down and apologize for all of this. He’d never ask them to either, as long as they all learned to mind their own business.


{FYI-The name Jamuh means “defiant”.}

https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2023/01/22/wordle-589/