Saturday Stuff

Priorities

So this is a cook off for the inheritance? Is that what you’re saying? How much alcohol have you had today?”

Mary studied her son for long moments. “Do you even know how to cook?”

Jason snorted. “Of course.”

Mary continued to stare.

“Fine. Not really. But I get by.”

“How? By hiring a cook? A maid? An assistant? How is that caring for yourself?”

“What difference does it make? As long as I’m being taken care of!” he snapped.

She rubbed her temple. “Life is about so much more than working, Jason. It’s about love, family …”

“I don’t have time for this. I’m late for a meeting.”

“Precisely my point,” she muttered.

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This is a themed writing meme hosted by Jenny Matlock. The goal is to write something that does not exceed 100 words, not including the prompt. The prompt is in italics.

Saturday Stuff

You Have to Go

“I do love you, that’s not the point.”

“That’s exactly the point,” he said and grabbed my arms. His eyes softened. “Why are you doing this?”

I swallowed. I had to be strong. “Because … it’s been nearly three years and you still haven’t gotten a job and you have no intentions of getting married.” I stared hard at him. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

He released a sigh and let me go. “I don’t want to get married,” he repeated softly.

“Then you have to go.” I blinked back tears and watched him head toward the door.

He paused.

The pain was excruciating …

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This is a themed writing meme hosted by Jenny Matlock. The goal is to write something that does not exceed 100 words, not including the prompt. The prompt is in italics.

Saturday Stuff

Grammar Police

“Hey, are you going out? I need a birthday party flavor.”

I blinked. Huh? “Don’t you mean favor? Flavors are something you taste.” I gave her a confused look.

She laughed. “Wait. What did I say?” She flapped her hand impatiently. “Never mind, we’re running out of time, Ms. Grammar police.”

I bristled. “I’m not the grammar police, but it’s important to use the right word whenever …”

She interrupted. “Look. I don’t have time for this. So. This is my ideal …”

I cringed. “You mean idea,” I offered.

She huffed. “WHY are we friends again?”

That’s a good question, I thought.

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This is a themed writing meme hosted by Jenny Matlock. The goal is to write something that does not exceed 100 words. The prompt is in bold.

Saturday Stuff

Self Medicated

“Hey, where are you going?” I hobbled after the young woman . “Wait! There’s more!”

I collapsed onto a park bench and rubbed my temples. My head pounded. Why was I in the park? What day was it?

BIRD!

“Hello bird,” I mumbled. “Would you like to hear my story? It’s an interesting juxtaposition of fantasy and reality and I’m sure I took my medication.” I blinked. What the heck??

I sighed and tried not to cry. I was confused. I knew this. I also knew I was supposed to be somewhere.

I laid down and stared at the sky.

“Help,” I whispered.

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This is a themed writing meme hosted by Jenny Matlock. The goal is to write something that does not exceed 100 words. The prompt is in italics.

Saturday Stuff

Brightly-Colored Ambitions

She regretted her decision as soon as she walked into the building.

Nearly everyone else was dressed in either navy or black.

Her multi-colored dress and gold shoes were visible from two blocks away.

She struggled to keep her body language from showing her inner turmoil.

Taking a breath, she sat down and pretended to check her phone for non-existent messages.

Sigh.

She wanted to stick out, and she was certainly drawing attention.

But in today’s job market, you had to take a risk if you wanted to be noticed from the other 100 candidates vying for the same job.

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Write up to 100 words, using the picture as the prompt …

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Saturday Stuff

Burning a Hole in Her Pocket

It was only ninety-eight cents …

“Yes. But do you really need a Siamese cat salt shaker?”

“But it was so cheap …”

“Everything is cheap at the dollar store. But just because something is cheap doesn’t mean you buy it.”

“But …”

“Forget it. Let’s go eat.”

“Fine. You buy.”

“What?? It’s your turn this time.”

“I’m broke.”

“I thought you just got paid.”

“I did. But I, um, sort of spent it.”

“You have a serious money-management issue.”

“It’s that damn Dollar Store. It, like, controls me or something.”

“You are so weak.”

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Write up to 95 words, including the prompt …

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Saturday Stuff

Stop! I Changed My Mind!

Saying goodbye was harder than she thought…

“I feel sick,” Bonnie closed her eyes and focused on steadying her stomach. Now was not the time to projectile vomit all over the woman across from her.

“You’ll be fine, just breathe.”

Bonnie narrowed her eyes at the woman. “Really. I’ll be fine?” Her voice raised several octaves; she tried to clamp down on her rising hysteria. She shook her head back and forth; her damp, greasy hair slapped her cold cheeks with each movement. “I can’t do this … I want my baby … don’t take my baby …!!

She vomited all over the woman in the suit.

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Write up to 100 words …

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Saturday Stuff

Painful Memories

I stared.

“Wow. That house is small. And old … and ugly,” my friend said.

I swallowed.

“Are you ready?”

I shivered.

We walked up the stairs and across the porch, being careful to avoid the rotting planks.

The door creaked as we pushed it open.

I heard rustling from deep within the bowels of the dark house.

“Rats,” my buddy whispered.

I shuddered.

My buddy walked through the door. “Ready?”

I whimpered.

My tormentor grabbed my shirt and yanked me forward; I tripped over my feet.

The chair dominated the small room.

“Weird,” said my friend. “Why does that chair have barbed wire?”

I fainted.

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Write up to 100 words …

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Saturday Stuff

Headless

We know where all the bodies are buried,” my sister’s friend snarled.

My sister gave me an evil smile over her shoulder.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said while trying to calm my pounding heart.

The Amazon (which is what I silently called my sister’s friend), held out her hands – six Barbie doll heads were nestled in her sweaty palms.

“You’re sick, do you know that?”

I shrugged. “Prove it.”

The Amazon nodded toward the window.

I looked.

Our chocolate Lab was digging – she buried her nose in the ground and tugged out a headless doll body.

“Stupid dog,” I muttered under my breath.

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Write up to 100 words, fact or fiction….

This is a themed writing meme hosted by Jenny Matlock. The goal is to write something that does not exceed 100 words (not including said prompt). The prompt is in italics.