Category: Saturday Stuff

“Mother,” Sylvia sat gingerly on the bed. “I have a question. And before you say no, hear me out, okay?”

She cleared her throat. “I know I said I would never do it again, but I’ve …” she paused and took a breath. “… met someone. He’s very kind and really smart,” she hurriedly added. She sighed before continuing. “Mother, may I …”

“Sylvia,” a voice interrupted from the doorway. “You know mother is dead, right?”

Sylvia glared at her sister before leaning closer to her mother’s picture. She whispered conspiratorially, “don’t listen to her, she’s crazy. I know you can hear me.”

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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.

“Carol!” my husband called.

“Sorry, hang on,” I said to my friend. We were testing out a new cookie recipe for our catering business.

“What?”

“Guess what,” Henry said.

“What already?” I felt exasperated – we had so much to do.

There was a long pause. I released a sigh and heard him laughing.

I was ready to give up when he suddenly sprang around the corner and yelled, “Surprise! I’m pregnant!” He proudly stood shirtless in the doorway, a silly grin on his face, his hand caressing his protruding belly.

His face turned five shades of red when he saw I wasn’t alone.

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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 bold.

“If I die young, it’s your fault,” Molly grunted as she tested the bungee contraption around her ankles.

Olivia’s laugh echoed off the surrounding rocks. “You were born old and you just keep getting older and older with each passing year. You can afford to scare a few years off your life.” She gave her friend a playful shove; Molly flapped her arms to recover her balance. She gasped. Her vision tunneled as she stared down at the creek below her.

“What the hell, Olivia!” Molly’s heart abruptly stilled, then slammed back into rhythm.

“Alright girls, that’s enough.” The instructor bent to make sure Molly’s equipment was safely secure. “Let’s do this. Ready?”

“No,” Molly groaned.

“Yes!” Olivia yelled.

“On the count of three,” the instructor said. “One … two …”

“I slept with your boyfriend,” Olivia whispered into her ear and shoved her off the platform.

Molly’s shrill screams startled the wildlife below.

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Write up to 150 words, fact or fiction….

This is a themed writing meme hosted by Jenny Matlock. The goal is to write something that does not exceed 150 words (not including said prompt). The prompt is in italics above.

Her mother made an ugly face and pushed her out the door. She stumbled and barely caught herself from falling. She threw her doll at the glass door and yelled; the sound from her throat unrecognizable. She began to furiously sign, her fingers flying, her expression pleading … “You are my sunshine” …
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Write up to 50 words, fact or fiction….

This is a themed writing meme hosted by Jenny Matlock. The goal is to write something that does not exceed 50 words (not including said prompt). The prompt is in italics above.

Sally picked up her purse to leave and then snapped her fingers.

“Oh say, can you see my flags from your window?” She craned her neck to look out of the glass.

“I’m pretty sure the Space Station can see your flags,” Lori chuckled.

Sally shrugged. “I wanted to make sure I had plenty of flags to irritate cranky Mr. Benson. Can you believe that man? I don’t even know why he lives in our country if he hates it so much.”

Lori grinned and shook her head. “You’re incorrigible.”

“Just wait,” Sally smirked, “Wally’s flying this baby overhead at exactly noon.”

They laughed.

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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 above.

So, you blew it. I knew you would. I gave you one last chance to redeem yourself, ONE, and not only did you show up drunk, you showed up with your fly hanging open; it was no small feat to distract 15 six-year olds.

Happy damn birthday, right?

I’m done. So, dear John, the next time you feel like making amends?

Don’t.

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Write up to 60 words, fact or fiction….

This is a themed writing meme hosted by Jenny Matlock. The goal is to write something that does not exceed 60 words (not including said prompt). The prompt is in italics above.

“So what did you tell them?”

“Who?” She kept her gaze on the countryside outside her car window. Everything was blurry and muted, like her life at the moment.

“Your parents, dummy.”

“Right.” She sighed. “I told them we were going to a bookstore across town. They have no idea I left town.”

“Are you sure you want to do this? We could take care of this baby ourselves.”

“We can’t take care of a baby, Sean. Just … don’t. I’ve made up my mind.”

“It’s not too late to turn back.”

She pointed to the sign, –Exit 181, 1/2 mile ahead-.

“This is it.”

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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 above.