Simply 6 Minutes: Welcome to the challenge: 09/01/2020

Today’s Prompt:

*****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!****

  1. Set up a timer or sit near a clock so you can keep track of the six minutes you will be writing.
  2. You can either use one of the prompts (photo or written) or you can free-write.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. *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.*
  6. Have fun, challenge yourself if you’d like, read and respond to others’ posts.

Thank you for participating!

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My Contribution:

How did I even get in here? Last thing I knew I was headed over to that tree and look at me now, locked in a zoo. This zoo looks like some of the others I have passed. I once overheard someone saying that there were a lot of animals to see in the zoo. Why am I here by myself? Wait, unless there is someone behind me. Should I look? I don’t know if I want to turn around and see what is waiting for me. If I stay here long enough maybe I will blend in and nothing will see me. Why did I head this way? What was I thinking? Who is that over there looking at me? Shhh… He sort of looks like me….Hmmm, his cage is a lot smaller. Why is he copying me? Maybe he’s some loony bird. Let me try to be friendly….

Okay, here goes…(waving)…Wow, he’s waving back. Maybe he isn’t so bad afterall. Let me tell him to come over…..(waving to come over)….Oh, he wants me to go into his cage. No, I’d better not. (Shaking head no)….Why is he saying no, I didn’t ask him anything? Okay, I’m just going to ignore…..

(202 Words)

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Friday Fictioneers (a few days late)

Written for Rochelle’s challenge: https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/08/19/21-august-2020/

Come on in

“Do you really think someone is in there?” 

“My mom said an old lady lives there but said not to knock on the door because she can’t get out of bed anyhow.” 

“How does your mom know?” 

“I don’t know, she just told me.  The lady’s name is Veva. Mom said that Veva was married and when her husband died, she put him in a freezer then went about her life.” 

Ew, that’s creepy. What if she asks you to come in and offers you an ice cream?” 

“If she asks I’m going to tell her I’m allergic to milk.” 

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

100 Word Wednesday

Written for bikurgurl: https://bikurgurl.com/2020/08/12/100-word-wednesday-161/

Afternoon Walk

What George and Lester hadn’t known was that the storm coming over the mountains was going to be bad. If they had known they wouldn’t have been on the bridge at that hour. Maybe someone would have told the two men to stay home; play a game of chess, have an afternoon cocktail. Maybe the winds would not have pulled off Lester’s cap or taken George’s newspaper right out of his hands. Maybe George and Lester would be home laughing about the old days, the broads they knew, the hearts they broke, the battles they won. Someone should’ve told them.  

©2020  CBialczak  Fiction

Three Things Challenge

Written for Di: https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2020/08/04/three-things-challenge-317/

Your three things today are: 

EXOTIC 
PETS 
TENNIS 

The New Pet

Veva stopped the tennis match she had been watching on television, knowing her brother would be stopping by any minute. Bruce was coming by to show her his new exotic parrot. He had gone to the store to see what pets they had that might suit his lifestyle. Bruce told Veva that the parrot was a perfect fit because he wanted something that lived a long time.  

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Photo Challenge #326

Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/08/04/photo-challenge-326/

Google

The Sixth Step

I did it every time I was there, it didn’t matter who I was with. I’d walk up six steps and put our names. Luckily, having the name Dave made it hard for my girlfriends to think that the other “Dave loves so-and-so” could have been me. Walking up the stairs with Veva I counted in my head. I never told any of them that I went to the sixth step and luckily, they never asked why I stopped there. I always tried to have a different color marker than the last time I was there just in case she noticed the same color and saw that it was the same handwriting. I was hoping this was the last time I had to come to this sixth step. I really loved Veva. 

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #77

Written for Fandango: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/08/03/fandangos-flash-fiction-challenge-77/

Welcome to “Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.” Each week Fandango will be posting a photo he grabs off the internet and challenge bloggers to write a flash fiction piece or a poem inspired by the photo. There are no style or word limits.

The image below is from the Google Hub Photo Frame.

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Going Home

Looking up toward the apartment entrance, my stomach did a flip, then a flop. I felt as though I would throw up. I haven’t been here in almost twenty years, never really resolving the problems with dad like I had planned on doing. What if he slammed the door in my face? What if he told me to turn around and walk back down those stairs and never come back? I miss my parents; I am sorry for taking them for granted all those years.  

I picked up my backpack and slung it on my back. Grabbing my suitcase, I started the climb up the stairs. I was only moments away from either having my parents back or leaving them forever.
 

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction – Aug 2 2020

Written for Sunday Photo Fiction: https://sundayphotofiction.com/2020/08/02/sunday-photo-fiction-aug-2-2020/

Show it with color

Brad knew that his family was watching the news closely. They were like the other elderly folks who were stuck home, half quarantining, half trying to understand what was going on in this world. His mom saw every face that showed up on the news, he didn’t want to take any chances. He could only imagine the horror on his mom’s face if she saw him out demonstrating his rights. She would see it as an embarrassment. She didn’t understand how important it was to him, to treat people equally, to use your power the right way.  

Brad and his friends were truly diverse. Not one of them was ethnically the same as another. This is what brought them together. They were determined to fight for equality for all people. But they wanted to do something different, something that wouldn’t hurt anyone, but something that would catch the attention of everyone, especially the news broadcasters. 

Devon was the one who produced the idea. Take the typical smoke bombs and add the color powder. He could get it easily at his job, manufacturing colored powders and sprays for construction sites. Marcus could get the smoke bombs, having connections to some other pranksters. Derek was going to work with Brad on some sort of head covering to hide their identities. He had mentioned earlier that his little sister was in a school play with silly shape characters; they would use some of those ideas.  

The plan worked perfectly. When the newspapers were printed it was Brad who made the headlines. After patting himself on the back and enjoying his stardom he noticed one setback that could never be taken back, his tattoos. His mom would identify that if she took a few minutes to notice. He was screwed! 

©2020 CBialczak Fiction