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100 Word Wednesday Fiction Flashfiction Photo Challenge Random Writings Weekly Writing Prompt

100 Word Wednesday

for: https://bikurgurl.com/2020/10/28/100-word-wednesday-172/

Image of picnic tables on a mulch bed at the Woodland Park Zoo in Seattle, Washington just before Halloween 2020 - with two pumpkins soocially distanced, image by Bikurgurl, October 2020

Michael’s Pumpkin

Okay guys hurry up! Time to go! 

Mom… 

Not now Michael, we have to go. It is almost four o’clock and I have to make dinner. 

But mom… 

Michael, please. Just get in the car. Your sister is already strapped in, I am just waiting for you. 

Mom! 

Michael, I am not arguing with you right now. Just get in the car! Why does there always have to be an argument when we leave the park. You know, next time I will just bring your sister and get Aunt Martha to come stay with you. 

But mom! 

What? 

My pumpkin…. 

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

#stinewriting Daily Writing Prompt Fandango's One Word Challenge (FOWC) One Word Challenge Random Writings

Disseminate: FOWC with Fandango

For: FOWC https://fivedotoh.com/2020/10/28/fowc-with-fandango-disseminate/

spread (something, especially information) widely.

It was typical for Bruce to disseminate the entire podcast word for word. He always seemed to have the type of memory where he could practically resight things like that. I guess it could be a good asset to have except the reason Bruce was there listening to the podcast by himself was because nobody cared about the topic!

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Fiction Flashfiction Random Writings wordle

MLMM Wordle 211

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Our words this week

Affluent
Humming Bird
Dose
Swirl
Mighty
Iridescent
Indigenous
Inspiration
Petals
Spirited
Pull
Lift

Written for MLMM: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/10/19/wordle-211-2/

Young Love

Veva knew the dance would be postponed but she still wanted to buy a pretty dress. She went to the special dress shop at the mall and fell in love with the gown in the window. It was iridescent and had flower petals swirled around the bodice. Her mood suddenly lifted; she felt spirited and had more inspiration to pull her grades up so she could go to the dance without worrying.  

Dreading the thought about the work she needed to complete for class, she turned her focus to the boy who wanted to accompany her to the dance. He came from an affluent family. His father’s family was indigenous to the area, giving her a dose of history when she spent time with them.  

On the other hand, his mother was native American and came from the west coast. When she was growing up the mighty hummingbird signified virtue and peace.  

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Daily Writing Prompt Fiction One Word Challenge Random Writings Your Daily Word Prompt

Recondite – #YDWordPrompt October 19, 2020

YDWP: https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/10/19/your-daily-word-prompt-Recondite-ydwordprompt-October-19-2020/

(of a subject or knowledge) little known; abstruse.

Milly walked through the aisles. She couldn’t find anything that piqued her interest. The teacher had given explicit instructions to find a topic that was something that would have enough information to write a report on. So many of the teen issues she was considering had recondite information and she could probably only write a paragraph about each topic.  

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Christine Bialczak poetry Fiction Flashfiction Photo Challenge Poetry to enjoy Tale Weaver

Tale Weaver/Fairy Tale – #297 – The Witches Garden – 15th October

This week Michael asks us to venture into a Fairy Story around the theme of  The Witches Garden.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/10/15/tale-weaver-fairy-tale-297-the-witches-garden-15th-october/

Sophia’s Garden

Beyond the broken fence post 
and far beyond the wall 
there is a tiny garden 
where witches come to call. 

If you are to come here 
bring food and water too 
you may never leave this place 
the witches wait for you. 

Sophia stood before the fence. She knew the rhyme; her mother had been saying it to her since she could remember. She just didn’t know if it was true or just one of those tales that someone starts to make someone else scared. The one thing Sophia couldn’t make sense of though is the fact that there was a little garden right on the other side of the fence in their yard. If it was only a scary story, why did their yard fit the story so well. Sophia just stood there, staring, contemplating whether she walk over to investigate or not.  

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Fiction Flashfiction Friday Fictioneers Photo Challenge Random Writings

Friday Fictioneers 16th October

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https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/10/14/16-octobetr-2020/

The Boy’s Boat

Mom, mom! Look, it’s the boat I want! 

Jimmy, first of all, that boat isn’t for sale. Secondly, do you really want a pink boat? 

Mom, It is beautiful. It is the color of a precious rose or a newborn baby girl’s blanket! 

Jimmy, when have you seen a rose that color? 

The last time Dad brought you roses. 

Um, I don’t think you were even born then… 

Okay, it’s like the roses Dad pointed to and said you would like. 

Well, that sounds closer to the truth! Now, what about this baby blanket? Since when were you paying attention to the “blue is for boys, pink is for girls” stuff? 

I’m not. Why? 

You said pink like a newborn baby girl’s blanket. 

Oh, yeah well, I’ve never seen a baby boy. 

Ah, anyhow the boat isn’t for sale. 

Well, someday I want a pink boat just like that someday! 

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

#stinewriting 100 Word Wednesday Fiction Flashfiction Photo Challenge Random Writings

100 Word Wednesday

For Bikurgurl: https://bikurgurl.com/2020/10/13/100-word-wednesday-170/

Hope

It wouldn’t be much longer. I could see the golden sun coming up over my Oasis. I would have trees to shelter me as the sun rises into the sky; I will keep my mind focused on its position, so I know where I am heading.  

I wonder if the world at the end of this road will be as bright as it appears now. I need the bright light. I need hope. I need to know what my future holds. 

I will keep my faith alive and know with all my heart that my Oasis lies ahead of me.  

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#stinewriting Fiction Flashfiction Random Writings stinewriting Weekly Writing Prompt What do you see?

What do you see?

Image credit; Adrien King @ Unsplash

For Sadje: https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/10/12/what-do-you-see-51-12-october20/

Cadence, do you see it? 

See what? 

That one grain of sand that hasn’t fallen yet. 

Oh yeah. Here let me tap the glass to make it fall. 

No! Leave it. That means that time is standing still.  

Time is standing still? Does that mean we can do whatever we want for as long as we want but no time is passing? 

Yeah, that’s what it means. 

Cool, we can go away for like a year and when we get back nothing changed. 

Well, that’s if no one finds the hourglass.  If someone finds it and the last grain falls, we’ll be in trouble for getting home late. 

So, what should we do? 

Let’s wait and see if it’s going to fall. 

That could take forever! 

I know… 

©2020 CBialczak fiction

Christine Bialczak poetry d'Verse Poets Pub Fiction Flashfiction Poetry to enjoy Random Writings

Prosery: Telescope of time

For d’Verse Poets Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2020/10/12/prosery-telescope-of-time/

The Visit

We were going to meet him again. We hadn’t seen him since we were kids. He was so mean, grouchy, and just seemed like a monster. How could a man like that be the father of someone like our dad? 

Debbie and I walked slowly up the walkway. We could see the curtains move in the window; he must have been keeping an eye out for us. As we got to the door, it opened slowly. 

Standing in the door was a little man, barely five feet tall.  

“Debbie, Michael, it is so good to see you. It has been so long since I have seen any of my grandchildren!”  

Debbie and I looked at each other and smiled. He was just a sweet old man. ‘We look at him through the wrong end of the long telescope of Time’.  

“Hi Grandpa!” we said. 

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