I love Felicity’s imaginative challenges. If you are looking for something to expand your horizons or you just love to write, please go check out her NEW Friday Flash Challenge page. I’m super excited about it! Thank you Felicity!
“Seriously Paul!” she screamed across the kitchen. “Why do you constantly have to intervene on my behalf? I’m an adult, I can take care of my own business. I have told you before that if I complain about something, I just want you to listen and be supportive, not that I want you to fix it!” Continue reading
The following story is an excerpt from one of my Great Aunt Suzy’s diaries. I have several that I’m working through reading because woo buddy does she have bad handwriting and spelling and grammar and well, just a lot of wrong. Felicity put out a Risk Challenge on Friday. I’m just now getting a chance to work on anything. It’s late, but I figured it didn’t matter. I’d still like for everyone to be able to read. Caution: there is a scene in here that can be hard for some more sensitive readers and language I don’t condone and NEVER use is also included. I hope you enjoy. Please leave comments below, and as always, happy reading.
They weren’t supposed to be together. Both sets of parents forbade them to see each other after they were caught by the police officer on “Lover’s Lane.” They hadn’t been doing what the other couples were doing; well, at least not yet. He hadn’t even worked up the nerve to kiss her. They were just sitting, talking about the future they wanted together when the police officer knocked on their window and told them to head home. The officer then proceeded to follow them to Susan’s house and inform her parents of where they were found. And did the same to Joseph. Continue reading
This week, the beautiful Felicity has issued an emotionally charged challenge. I originally wrote this as a poem entitled “Be Happy”, but it was entirely too long, so I rewrote it into prose. It’s deeply personal to me and cut me to the core when I wrote it. It shows the full circle of being shattered. I hope you enjoy.
“Serious problems conceiving,” the doctor murmured finally. “Possibly never. If it happens, it won’t go to term.” Serious problems.
“Leave it to God,” mom.
“Be a great aunt,” brother.
“Be happy,” dad.
“Be happy,” grandma.
“Be happy,” friends.
“It’s your fault you lost my child,” first husband. Serious problems.
My beautiful friend Felicity gives us fun and quirky flash challenges. Go check her blog out and see the challenge and join us. Today’s was pecan. Yes, it’s a little different, but it was fun. However, you need to realize how much I agonized over this! I checked the word count and looked at the character count instead and slowly dwindled this beautiful story to nearly nothing. I’m so glad I started freaking out and my hubby looked at it for me. He looked at me and smiled, “Honey, you do realize you only have like 200 words now.” Ugh! So this is my original at 532 words. Love you guys!
She sat in the window seat, watching him skim the water of the pool. It was his first pool cleaning gig, he’d said as much during the interview. Her husband had been against the young man. His reasoning; he was young, inexperienced, not Mexican (yes, he is racist!), and most importantly, he didn’t like the way he looked at her.
I’m very appreciative to Felicity for keeping her challenges open over the weekend. This one got me a little stuck, especially if I’m going to use the extra credit!😉 You know us GT kids, want all the points possible lol, and I’m going to need them because I went over by like 80 words 😔
Mary’s husband had been begging her to go to one of these parties for months. He thought it’d bring the spark back they had been lacking for many years. Since the birth of their twelve year old, she just didn’t want him. She didn’t want anyone. She had even given him permission to adopt a mistress.
When they entered, he dropped his keys in the bowl and went to find his friend who was hosting the party. A very tall woman came up to Mary with an extra drink. “Hi, I’m Francesca, rule conferror. You must be Mary. Leo told me you and your husband would join us tonight. Please, mingle. You’ll be going home with one of them tonight.” She winked and walked away from the trembling Mary. Continue reading