Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Variations on a Theme Always say yes even when you mean no Never say I won’t when told it’s time to go Never raise your voice when told you have no choice Always choose the right path even when you have no voice Always stay the course as you walk that chosen path Never show the world your barely buried wrath Always be you Never be you
Thanks to Sammi for the inspiration and the word limit (67). It kept me from going on and on and on …..
I already learned about fractions.
Like half a dollar is 50 cents?
No.
One slice is one quarter of a pie?
No.
“Thanks to Hamilton our cabinet’s fractured into factions … breaking down like fractions.”
History: check. Thanks Broadway.
Thanks to Sammi’s Challenge to use FACTION in a 39 words story and to Hamilton for being awesome.
Negative vibes deleted. Love magnet available.
Thanks to the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (delete) and Linda’s SoCS Challenge (magnet) for today’s inspiration.
Some days were better than others. He’d leave the house. Buy groceries. Walk in the park. Feed the squirrels. Try to go on without her.
But most days were bad. On those days he’d stay in bed. Thinking only of her. Hurting as badly as he had that first day without her.
And then there was today. The anniversary of that terrible day. 365 days of pain. And planning. Now it was time.
He imagined them. Walking hand-in-hand on the boardwalk. Oblivious to his pain.
Reaching into his bag, he smiled. Today was going to be a better day.
Photo Prompt © Roger Bultot
I swear this started out as a sweet story but at about word 63, it turned … well, I’ll let y’all be the judge and end it for yourselves. What’s he reaching for?
Thanks, as always, to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioners Challenge for providing inspiration.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
I had imagined this moment so many times.
Written stories. Blogged my theories. Argued with reddit idiots. Once I even tried to paint a picture.
And almost every night I dreamed about it. Beautiful dreams. Colors swirling. Humming anticipation. And me in the center of it all! Bathed in light. Me!
CHOSEN. Because I believed. Because I never lost the faith.
Instead, I’m watching from the sidelines as this drab gray lump tonelessly utters the most banal phrase possible: “Take me to your leader.”
Ha! Joke’s on it.
2020 really is the worst!
Photo courtesy of https://sarahpotterwrites.com/
This photo instantly reminded me of The Day the Earth Stood Still. Add in the constant disappointments of 2020 and Fandango’s FOWC (TRITE) for which I subbed in banal because I liked the way it sounds 😉 and you get this 100 word story for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioners Challenge.
Please enjoy.
