Pulling up to the front door of the building we knew we were in for quite a weekend. Marble steps with gold railings leading up to a huge open foyer, all marble with a huge crystal chandelier in the center. A fountain splashed water of every color as the bulbs coursed through all the colors of the rainbow. We thought when we signed up for the Couples’ Retreat we would be in shoddy cabins with port-o-potties placed far enough away so as to not cause anyone discomfort. This was the exact opposite! Who would’ve ever thought the retreat would be held in such a beautiful location! This was something which would surely rekindle the flame between Marcus and I. I mean,how could it not?
Debbie’s Day at the Beach
Debbie couldn’t understand why there was a “No Swimming” sign at a public beach. If you weren’t supposed to swim what were you supposed to do? Not only could she not understand the sign but she saw a few teenagers swimming not that far from the sign. This meant they either didn’t care what the sign said or they really didn’t see it. Debbie figured it was probably the first thought, that they just ignored it.
Slowly she laid her towel and put her bag at the end for her headrest. It was hot and the water looked so inviting. Debbie didn’t know how long she would be able to sit here and not go into that refreshing water.
Finally, Debbie decided that just putting her feet in wouldn’t hurt; that certainly couldn’t be called swimming. She walked to the edge of the water and looked back over her shoulder to see if there was anyone around who would tell her to get out of the water. The beach was empty. Debbie stepped in and felt herself sinking into the sand. It was sucking her in. What was this? Quicksand? Oh why didn’t she just do what the sign said!
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Fandango’s first time participating in Simply 6! Thanks for the contribution!!!
Christine Bialczak has this thing that she calls Simply 6 Minutes. She asks us to spend six minutes writing a post in response to her word or photo prompt. She suggests setting up a timer or sitting near a clock so we can keep track of the six minutes we will be writing.
I write my posts on my iPhone and I estimate that it takes about 50% longer to tap out a post on an iPhone’s tiny virtual keypad than it does to type one on a laptop or desktop keyboard. So I’m going to give myself nine minutes — Six minutes plus 50% — to complete this post.
This is my first attempt at Christine’s six minute writing prompt, but when I saw this picture, I couldn’t resist. So here we go.This little guy looks cute, doesn’t he? But that’s because he’s just a kit, which…
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The Haunting of Gallagher Hotel by K.T. Rose is a twisted tale of good versus evil in a hauntingly good ghost story that will keep you turning pages until the end. Rose went to a new level of haunting in this novel.
Riley is a server who has been asked to work for a one-night gig at the Gallagher Hotel. She is one of the few on a concise list of people invited to this special event and she has no idea why the owner asked for her. During the first few minutes on the job Riley is introduced to a handful of special guests including Chris who has plans to work a short stint before grabbing as many treasures as he can and heading to Mexico. With a cast of characters that is quite diverse the evening is set to be memorable for everyone.
I give this story 4 out of 5 stars for its ability to keep me turning pages with new surprises throughout. Some of the plot twists get confusing because there are so many lives intertwined, but overall, the plot carries you through for an eye-opening look at justice and truth in the eyes of a greater being. This story is definitely a must-read for any ghost hunter!
©2021 CBialczak Book Review
Susan’s contribution to Simply 6! Thanks Susan!!
Ricky the raccoon, in spite of having an imagination impaired mother who named him, was having a good run of scavenging. His favorite bistro was the garbage can at Vera’s house.
She wasn’t only wasteful, she enjoyed high carb and fatty foods.
But that menu had suddenly changed.
It was Monday night, a time that raccoons everywhere loved. Garbage was piled highest before the Trash Day Tuesday.
To his dismay, Vera had changed her eating habits! All her garbage contained were empty mail order DIET meal containers. No chicken skin, no potato rolls, and NO donuts!
This wouldn’t do.
He waited for daylight.
And in perfect raccoon fashion, chattered his complaint as she walked to her car.
“FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, where’s the good stuff?! Have you no soul woman?!”
Vera’s new lifestyle emboldened her in many ways. Unafraid of this obviously rabid animal, she called Animal Control from…
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Here’s another great contribution! https://theversesmith.blogspot.com/2021/02/looks-can-be-deceiving.html
Thanks for participating Lisa!
Jim’s contribution to Simply 6. Thanks Jim!
That moose is always late and I just checked into his room, but all I found was Gideon’s bible. I hope he is OK, as another moose stole the girl of his dreams. It is kind of odd that her name was Magill, but she called herself Lil and everyone knew her as Nancy. I mean like wtf is up with that and then there is that man, who called himself Dan. Bullwinkle never liked that guy from day one. Bullwinkle and Nancy went over to Dan’s house where he lived with his wife Debbie. Nancy and Debbie were besties and Debbie promised Dan that he could have a threesome with her and Nancy, but that left Bullwinkle out in the cold. Bullwinkle purchased a gun and he burst in on the threesome, while grinning a grin and he said, “Danny boy, this is a showdown”, but that was the…
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John’s contribution to Simply 6! Thanks John
I’ve had several encounters with raccoons over the years. The first time was in Northern Wisconsin, when I was maybe 13 or 14. We would go with another family to stay at that family’s cabin in Eagle River so we could go fishing (well, they could go fishing; it wasn’t my favorite activity, so I’d keep myself occupied during the day). Some of us found a baby raccoon, which was first named Charlie, then Leo-guy. We’d go out first thing in the morning and Leo-guy was waiting for us. Our mothers warned us not to get too attached, because we were not bringing a raccoon home with us. We finally decided the raccoon had to go when he got hold of the fish that they had caught, and Leo-guy went back to living with his mother.
We grew up near Loyola University on the North Side of Chicago, and when…
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Welcome to the 6 minute challenge!
Today’s prompt is:
*****For any participants that do NOT like restrictions, please feel free to participate in any way you would like. It is great to read the contributions!****
- Set up a timer or sit near a clock so you can keep track of the six minutes you will be writing.
- You can either use one of the prompts (photo or written) or you can free-write.
- Get ready and write for 6 minutes, that is it! Can you write a complete story? Can you think of a new Sonnet? Can you write 400 words? 400? 500? There are no restrictions on what kind of writing you do, but you should try to be actively writing for six minutes.
- After you are done writing, include your word count and then post back to this page #Simply6Minutes or include your link in the comments section. Pingbacks are enabled.
- *Feel free to leave your work completely unedited. I believe it is good to see, especially for new writers, that even very seasoned writers don’t write a perfect first draft.*
- Have fun, challenge yourself if you’d like, read and respond to others’ posts.
Thank you for participating!
I love music and I know the words to songs that would probably surprise most people who know me but I don’t know singers’ names or groups…well not a lot of them. So I wanted to participate this week and googled words to find a song. This is what I found……
They say there's a troopship just leaving bombay, bound for old blighty shore Heavily laden with time expired men, bound for the land they adore. There's many an airman just finishing his time, there's many a twerp signing on. You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean, so cheer up my lads, bless 'em all. Bless em all, bless em all, the long and the short and the tall Bless all the sergeants and w. o. ones, Bless all the corp'rals and their blinkin sons, 'Cause we're saying goodbye to them all, as back to their billets they crawl You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean, so cheer up my lads, bless 'em all They say if you work hard you'll get better pay We've heard all that before Clean up your buttons and polish your boots Scrub out the barrack room floor There's many a rookie has taken it in, hook line and sinker an 'all You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean So cheer up my lads bless 'em all. Bless 'em all, bless 'em all, the long and the short and the tall, Bless all the sergeants and w. o. ones, Bless all the corp'rals and their blinkin sons, 'cos we're saying goodbye to them all, as back to their billets they crawl You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean, so cheer up my lads, bless'em all Now they say that the sergeant's a very nice chap, oh what a tale to tell. Ask him for leave on a Saturday night and he'll pay your fare home as well. There's many an airman has blighted his life through writing rude words on the wall You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean So cheer up my lads bless 'em all Bless 'em all, bless 'em all, the long and the short and the tall, Bless all the sergeants and w. o. ones, Bless all the corp'rals and their blinkin sons, 'Cause we're saying goodbye to them all, as back to their billets they crawl You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean, so cheer up my lads, bless'em all Nobody knows what a twerp you have been, so cheer up my lads bless 'em all