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Alright today I decided to tackle two challenges in one post. The Daily Post Prompt: Places and the Trifecta weekend challenge of writing a piece using: 1) only 33 words and 2) it had to be in first person. So here it or rather they are. Enjoy!
I never yearned for writing our names in the sand or skiing or camping as long as she was here. Now she’s gone — that’s all I long for, and her at my side.
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30 Day Writing Challenge Prompt: Write a story that takes place in an airport terminal
“Stop!” the security officer yells. “We’ve got a runner at Gate 14″ he radios
Suddenly the terminal fills with police, FBI, and Air Marshall’s. However, the runner alludes them every step of the way. Suddenly the runner gets knocked to the ground.
“I have to get on that plane,” the runner says trying get free from being pinned to the ground. “My son is being kidnapped. Please, I have to get on that plane.” Read the rest of this entry
“Humph. Easy street,” Jackie said as she walked down Meadow Lane.
Jackie finally made it. She was living on easy street or rather Meadow Lane. Ever since she was a little girl she had hopes and dreams of living on Meadow Lane. Anybody and everybody that was somebody lived on Meadow Lane. And now she’s somebody and lives on Meadow Lane.
Meadow Lane is aptly named because once upon a time it was a meadow. It’s lined on both sides with the fattest and greenest American Holly evergreen shrubs. Growing on the meadow are a variety of holly trees, rhododendrons, azaleas, and to many wild flowers to name. It’s absolutely breathtaking. And of course a few cottage style houses peppered here and there.
Jackie has always wanted live in Mrs. Pearson’s house. She thought it was the finest thing she had ever seen with its stone and stucco work. The large bay window that practically took up the left side of the house. The arched doorways inside and out. The trellis with ivy growing on it. Read the rest of this entry
Everyone has secrets. Some secrets come out of a sincere desire not to hurt the ones you love the most, while others come about because you’re ashamed, and still yet others come about because you are afraid of how others might judge you. But no matter how a secret comes about they are usually terrible things to bear.
I kept the secret to myself for years, but once I hit my teenage years it became increasingly difficult to hide. Growing up in a very tight knit, Read the rest of this entry
I remember it like it was yesterday, well maybe not quite like yesterday but definitely not some 21 years ago — the first time someone other than a family member told me, “I love you.” It came from my first real boyfriend. I think back on that time and there were actually a lot of firsts during this time in my life.
It was my first year in college and away from the safety net of home and my parents; I had my first real boyfriend, one that actually cared how my day went; my first real kiss that meant something; and of course my first ‘I love you’. Read the rest of this entry
When I checked my emails Saturday morning, I was throughly excited to see the email for my first Indie Ink Challenge. I spotted my challenge and immediately thought, “Wow, this is not going to be as easy as I thought!”
This is My Destiny
I always knew when I was growing up that I was special and it’s not just because my parents told me so. I was much more mature than the kids my age and never really got along with them. I always hated those infernal play dates my parents would send me to, as I thought it was a complete and utter waste of my time, and the kids — well we just had nothing in common. I would rather be at home or at the library reading or maybe writing or somewhere solving puzzles or just thinking. Love to think. I can sit for hours and just think. Read the rest of this entry