Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Not fair, Julian chants
In a monophonic tone
A treaty was struck
They got the steady back beat
I got the days of the week
Yes, I know that it was Julias Caesar (not “julian”) who adopted the Julian calendar, but I am imaging an irate talking (chanting) calendar. 😉
Thanks to Linda’s annual JusJoJan prompt for the opportunity to have some fun with (some slightly ahistorical) calendar trivia. For the real story, visit Britannica.com.
She had hurdled headfirst into the belly of the beast, but she wasn’t scared. Instead, she had felt strong, like an avenging angel, cutting through the hype like a flaming sword of justice. She was not a hater! She had just wanted to introduce some balance, but now she was scared. It was like screaming into the void. Nobody messed with Taylor and got out alive.
Just for the record, I’m a Taylor Swift fan. But … sometimes ya gotta speak truth to power 😉
Thanks to GirlieOnTheEdge (Balance) and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (Belly) for today’s inspiration.
In honor of Fandango’s Flashback Friday, I re-offer this piece of flash from November 3, 2018!
Lucy stared at the board. Letting her mind drift back to childhood. Chin resting on the table. Watching her grandfather play. Try too hard and it went fuzzy. Like a picture with the autofocus off. But if she just let her brain float sometimes she could recapture that moment of joy. When it all made sense. When it was fun. Before. Before she was a novelty. Before she was girl genius. Intellectual heir to Hawking. Right down to the chair. But today it remained fuzzy. The timer ticked. Counting. Days. Weeks. Months. Years. She stared at the board. Floating.
Cover Photo Credit: Jeff Arnold
Word Count: 99
I was never a “convertible person.” Hot in the summer. Cold in the winter. Buggy. Windy. Nope. Not for me.
But … I had to admit, I looked good. Red was definitely my color.
A horn blasted and I shifted my gaze to the truck also reflected in the store window. Resisting the urge to flip them off, I meekly waved. They roared past me, blasting exhaust.
As that rumble faded, the sound from the trunk grew louder. Time to get back to the task at hand.
I indulged in one last look. Yes. Red definitely was my color.
Thanks to Carrot Ranch 99 Word Story for the inspiration.
Cliff Edge – Image by KL Caley
As you might be able to tell from this sad little story, the world has me a bit down. Although I used to watch World Poker tournaments with my husband, I don’t gamble. I’m not sure why this piece emerged almost fully formed from my brain but here it is.
On a serious note, if you or someone you know needs help with gambling issues then visit: National Gambling Hotline & Resources
Thanks to all these wonderful writers and prompt providers for their inspiration today. Visit them for more writing and more details.
The photo and the challenge to write about the “cliff’s edge” was courtesy of #WritePhoto
Sammi’s Challenge was to use the word “glow” as an inspiration to write something in exactly 94 words.
Fandango’s FOWC prompt word was “hopeless.”
Linda’s SoCS Challenge was to be inspired by the word “luck.”
And last but not least, the WOTD was “spectacular.”
Tina Stewart Brakebill 