Showing posts with label WonHundred Word Wednesday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label WonHundred Word Wednesday. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Red Light, Green Light

He had never seen anything like it, not in his 20 years of teaching.

“No, no, Sally. You’re supposed to slow traffic,” he said, his legs dangling from the stoplight where he perched.

“Sorry!” She stuck her tongue out, trying to concentrate on the yellow car that was hitting all the green lights at exactly the right time. “It’s too hard to make them go red!”

She shook her head and focused on a tabby instead. It walked into the intersection and four cars swerved to miss the suddenly blank-eyed stray.

“Good girl,” said the traffic devil. “Now let’s move on to highways.”

This short story is a part of the illustrious WonHundred Word Wednesday. Read the other stories, spun off the prompt:  "He hadn't seen anything like it in twenty years of teaching." at the links below!


Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Mattel Intruder

In the years I’ve lived here, I’ve never called it home. This is illogical; I was made for this house, but at first it felt too new. The wallpaper was too fresh, the sofa too springy – it wasn’t “lived in.” I had hardly begun to use the pristine china before *she* came – Miss Long Legs, with her painted smile and peroxide-blond hair. Right away she, the giant, chipped the china and warmed the house with her plastic boyfriend, their legs dangling over the edge of the four-poster bed. But what can I say? I’m a wooden vestige of another era.

This short story is a part of the illustrious WonHundred Word Wednesday. Read the other stories, spun off the prompt:  "In all the years I've lived here, I never once called this place my home." at the links below!


Wednesday, May 28, 2014

The Future-See-er

Step right up for the moment of your young life, ladies and gentleman!

Before your very eyes you will get a chance to see to see the future. Our fortune-teller has the mind-blowing talent of not seeing your future – no, no, nothing that passé – but the ability to *show* you what is to come.

Hold her hand, yes, that’s right, with your fingers interlacing, and watch your life flash forward. Just don’t close your eyes – the moment you do, you will see your future death. From what I’ve seen, every time I close mine, life after life is not pleasant.

This short story is a part of the illustrious WonHundred Word Wednesday. Read the other stories, spun off the prompt:  "No matter what you hear, no matter how badly you want to, do NOT open your eyes." at the links below! (Obviously I remembered the prompt wrong and wrote about closing your eyes. But I like what I've got and I don't have time to rewrite it, so it will have to do for now!)

Lindzee Armstrong/Lydia Winters  *  Laura D. Bastian  *  R.K. Grow  *  Wendy Knight  *  Kat!e Larson  *  Kelly Martin  *  Canda Mortensen  *  Miranda D. Nelson  *  Leah Sanders  *  Angela Schroeder  *  Amryn Scott  *  Jaclyn Weist  *  K.R. Wilburn  *  Jessica Winn  *  Alison Woods  *  Stephanie Worlton

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

For the Love of a Blanket

When my grandparents insinuated that I, their oldest grandchild, was perhaps a bit too old for my blanket, my young mother caved under their pressure. After all, Kindergarten *would* start soon and they had raised eight children – they were experts.

“You can keep the new toy,” she gestured to the bargaining chip from the Disney store, “but you have to trade Mousey.”

I eyed Gus-Gus, Jaq and the girl mouse I was excited to name. I put them inside the plastic pin cushion and then on top, so they could sleep.

I handed over my beloved blanket without a hesitation.

The love of a child is a fleeting thing.


This short story is a part of the illustrious WonHundred Word Wednesday. Read the other stories, spun off the prompt: “The thing about love is . . .” at the links below!

Lindzee Armstrong/Lydia Winters

Laura D. Bastian

R.K. Grow

Wendy Knight

Kat!e Larson

Kelly Martin

Canda Mortensen

Miranda D. Nelson

Leah Sanders

Angela Schroeder

Amryn Scott

Jaclyn Weist

K.R. Wilburn

Jessica Winn

Alison Woods

Stephanie Worlton

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

STOP! Story Time!

My cousin Kat?e (the spelling is an long story from a long time ago) of Kate's Novel Idea introduced me to this fun group called WonHundred Word Wednesday. Every week, you get a prompt and write one hundred words off of it, then publish it on Wednesday. I've been meaning to write more, so I thought I'd give it a go. (I found out about this last Wednesday and had an idea for that prompt so there's two. Think of one as a bonus.)

Box of Wonders

After the funeral, Ellen was left with the task of settling the estate. She was, after all, Aunt Ellen's namesake and lived the closest, reasoned her brothers, eager to shirk responsibility.

The attic was a solid two steps below a Hoarders episode: she only found *one* dead squirrel.

What was more surprising was at the bottom of a box of pastel pantsuits -- a shoebox tied with twine. Ellen lifted out letter wrapped in a black lace negligee, the spicy smell of old paper and faded perfume wafting into the dust-chocked air.

Gingerly she put them back, burying her maiden aunt.

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Neighbors

My grandma used to tell me, "No good comes from listening on the other side of closed doors, Sally." I guess I've always been a little too curious for my own good.

When I moved in, my roommate and I laughed at the newlyweds next door -- but the amusement quickly faded once their amour turned to passion of another kind, prompting us to keep the TV on to drown them out.

My roommate moved; it got too much for her. Now I sit here on the other side of the apartment, waiting for the gunshots I know will come.


That's all for now! Curious to read what others have imagined? Check out the blogs below!