Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge—October 13, 2020

For the Baristas at Go Dog Go Cafe: https://godoggocafe.com/2020/10/13/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-october-13-2020/

Today’s prompt: Use the phrase In the fading light

New Life

They emerge  
from the earth 
making their trek to the ocean 
unknowing of what lies ahead 
without guidance 
in the fading light 
They trust in their instincts 
that somehow they will be 
kept safe. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: Tuesday, June 16, 2020

Today’s prompt: Write a piece of prose around the word: “sirens”

Matthew held his ears tightly. Crouching closely to the ground, hidden by a pile of rubble, he prayed it would end soon. The sound of the sirens, although miles away, pierced his eardrums and made his stomach turn. It had been two days since he last saw his family.  He didn’t know if he was the one that left or if they were. He didn’t even know where he was. But he was a fighter and he was determined to find out the truth about what was happening and where he could find his family.  

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Written for Go Dog Go Cafe: https://godoggocafe.com/2020/06/16/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-tuesday-june-16-2020/

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DEVEREAUX FRAZIER AND BETH AMANDA ARE CURRENTLY HOSTING THE TUESDAY WRITING PROMPT CHALLENGE: https://godoggocafe.com/2020/05/05/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-tuesday-may-5-2020/

Today’s prompt: Write a piece of prose around the question: What does a return to “normal” look like for you?

My new normal

Each day I awaken with the sun. I climb out of bed, get dressed and head downstairs. First, the dog goes out. During his business I pick grasses and dandelions for the guinea pigs. We come in, the guinea pigs get the fresh greens and then the dog gets fed. Next, my medications and vitamins.

Each morning I do the same things but in different orders: WordPress blogging, building miniatures, cleaning the house.

I go shopping once a week for groceries.

I have one online appointment on Monday morning with my therapist.

I don’t go anywhere and I love it.

I don’t want to return to how it was….Doctor’s appointments, running errands, meeting up with people. I know it isn’t exactly the friendliest of lives but it suits me just fine to see a few people every so often while staying home accomplishing things I want to do each day.

The Shopping Trip: Revision 2 (Week 3)

Written for Measure twice, cut once in Go Dog Go cafe: https://godoggocafe.com/2020/03/14/writers-workshop-i-week-2-batting-practice/ WRITER’S WORKSHOP I, Week 2, Batting Practice

Beverly stood in Lane 6 behind four other customers, which was more than most other lanes in the market. All the lanes were open with three patrons except for Lane 1. In Lane 1 there were only two people waiting. She continued to contemplate. “To move or not to move, that is the question,” she said to herself, holding only pasta, jar sauce, a loaf of bread and a 2-liter bottle of Diet Coke.  

Beverly recalled hearing that once you pick a lane, stay there, that is your correct place. She had switched before and that time she had moved behind a woman who was convinced the ground beef was on sale, which it wasn’t, but they had to call the butcher to come confirm the choice she had made was NOT one of the sale items. That had taken all of 12 minutes while the lane she had originally been on cashed out over a dozen “under 8 items” customers.   

She shifted her gaze toward Lane 1 then back ahead of her.  The man at the register in her lane was taking his wallet out. There were still three people ahead of her. Ugh, she didn’t know what to do. Her mind was saying to wait, but her patience was saying to walk to Lane 1. Contemplation decided, she stepped out of line, allowing the woman behind her to step forward. She was now out of line. She turned and walked briskly toward Lane 1.   

When Beverly turned past the endcap into Lane 1 there was now only one man there, waiting to pay. He had a pile of coupons and his groceries were bagged. The cashier was trying to put the coupons through but there was a small pile the computer was rejecting. The coupons were probably worth 25 cents or less, but the man wanted his savings, as he knew he had all the right products, and none were expired. Beverly groaned. She had done it again; not trusted her intuition to stay in Lane 6. Now she stood in Lane 1, behind this coupon junkie, watching his coins pile up in the form of useless coupons next to the scanner. This was what she got for switching lanes. Next time she would just stay put with an extra ounce of patience. 

©2020 CBialczak

The Shopping Trip: Revision 1

Written for Measure twice, cut once in Go Dog Go cafe: https://godoggocafe.com/2020/03/14/writers-workshop-i-week-2-batting-practice/ WRITER’S WORKSHOP I, Week 2, Batting Practice

Beverly stood in Lane 6 with pasta, jar sauce, a loaf of Italian bread, and a 2-liter bottle of Diet Coke. All the lanes were open with two or more patrons, but her line had four. In Lane 1 there was one person waiting. She continued to contemplate. “To move or not to move, that is the question,” she said to herself.  

Beverly always heard that once you pick a lane, stay there, that is your correct place. She had switched before. Once she moved to a different lane and stood behind a woman who was convinced the ground beef was on sale, which it wasn’t, but they had to call the butcher to come confirm the choice she had made was NOT one of the sale items. That had taken all of 12 minutes while the lane she had originally been on cashed out over a dozen “under 8 items” customers.  

She shifted toward Lane 1.  The man at the register in her lane was taking his wallet out. There were three people ahead of her. Ugh, she didn’t know what to do. Her mind was saying to wait, but her patience was saying to walk to Lane 1. That was it, she stepped out of line, allowing the woman behind her to step forward. She was now out of line. She turned and walked briskly toward Lane 1.  

When Beverly turned past the endcap into Lane 1 there was a man there, waiting to pay. He had a pile of coupons and his groceries were bagged. The cashier was trying to put the coupons through but there was a small pile the computer was rejecting. The coupons were probably worth 25 cents or less, but the man wanted his savings, as he knew he had all the right products, and none were expired. Beverly groaned. She had done it again; not trusted her intuition to stay in Lane 6. Now she stood in Lane 1, behind this coupon junkie, watching his coins pile up in the form of useless coupons next to the scanner. This was what she got for switching lanes. Next time she would just stay put with an extra ounce of patience. 

©2020 CBialczak

Draft 1 = 478 words
Draft 2 = 367 words
change – 111 words (23% less, I think I did the math right!)

Writer’s Workshop I:

Use the prompt “measure twice, cut once” to inspire a short story, 150-300 words long, fiction (any genre) or nonfiction allowed. Your response should be in first/second draft form. Don’t worry about putting that final polish on it. We will be working on it throughout the month.
https://godoggocafe.com/2020/03/07/writers-workshop-i-week-1-the-fastball/

The Shopping Trip

Beverly stood in Lane 6 with her basket of essentials: pasta, jar sauce, a loaf of Italian bread, and a 2-liter bottle of Diet Coke. She could see that all the lanes were open and most of them had two or more patrons, but her line had four. Down in Lane 1 there seemed to be only one person waiting. She stood looking ahead of her, at the baskets full of groceries and continued to contemplate the move. “To move or not to move, that is the question,” she said to herself.  

Beverly had always heard that once you pick a lane, stay there, that is your correct place. She had switched before and once or twice she can remember it being a good move. There was the time she moved to a different lane and stood behind a woman who was convinced the ground beef was on sale, which it wasn’t, but they had to call the butcher to come confirm the choice she had made was NOT one of the sale items. That had taken all of 12 minutes, during which time she saw the lane she had originally been on cash out over a dozen “under 8 items” customers.  

She felt her feet shift toward the direction of Lane 1. She saw the man at the register in her lane taking his wallet out. There were still three people ahead of her. Ugh, she didn’t know what to do. Her mind was saying to wait, but her patience was saying to walk to Lane 1. That was it, she stepped out of line, allowing the woman behind her to step forward into her place in line. She was now out of line, with no concrete decision having been made, except for the step out of the line. She turned and walked as quickly as she could toward Lane 1.  

When Beverly turned past the endcap into Lane 1’s line of customers there was a man there, waiting to pay. He had a pile of coupons in front of him and his groceries were bagged. The cashier was trying to put the coupons through but there was a small pile off to the side of those the computer was rejecting. The coupons were probably worth 25 cents or less, but the man wanted his savings to go through, as he knew he had bought all the right products and none of his coupons were expired. Beverly groaned. She had done it again. Not trusted her intuition to stay in Lane 6, despite the three customers ahead of her. Now, here she was, in Lane 1, behind this coupon junkie, watching his coins pile up in the form of useless coupons next to the scanner. This was what she got for switching lanes. Maybe next time she would just stay put with an extra ounce of patience.  

©2020 CBialczak

478 Words

Go Dog Go Cafe: Level Up Challenge

I would have to say I hit Level 3! Enjoy and if you find an error, just ignore it! Lol!

The path ahead

The bridge ahead is narrow 
and there may be storms 
but you have the strength 
to follow your fears 
and know you don’t have to rule the world 
to enjoy all its beauty.  

The path ahead is treacherous 
but only the weak turn around 
without trying 
and only the arrogant 
believe that everybody  
wants to rule the world.  

Follow your path 
and cross your bridges 
knowing that when you arrive 
your winsome smile will reveal 
your triumphs over all 
trials and tribulations.  

©2020 CBialczak

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This poem is written with the following challenges in mind:
https://godoggocafe.com/2020/03/03/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-march-3-20202/
https://amanpan.com/2020/03/02/eugis-weekly-prompt-winsome-march-2-2020/
https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/category/what-do-you-see/
https://godoggocafe.com/2020/03/04/new-wednesdays-level-up-challenge-3-4-20-and-tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-round-up/ (Tears for Fears)

“I never want that again”

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: Tuesday, 25, 2020 https://godoggocafe.com/2020/02/25/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-tuesday-25-2020/

As I sit and contemplate the choices I have made, I will say that they have been primarily good ones, except for those regarding you. You were a whim, a spur-of-the-moment decision gone bad. When I walked in, glanced your way, I knew what my gut was telling me, “Go the other way.” But despite my good sense and the feeling in my gut I chose the seat next to you, you were magnetic. There was no glamour, not kind words, just that look which told me to run, but which made me stay. As time slowly ticked on the feelings of dread, deep in the pit of my stomach, grew with each breath I took. On each inhale your smell filled my nostrils and on each exhale my good sense depleted. I didn’t even know your name, but your eyes were compelling and your voice hypnotic. But where are the niceties? Where are the compliments or the promises of love? Did I set myself up? Yes, for I knew deep in the deepest crevices of my intellect that the choice I was about to make was wrong for me. And so, without listening to my gut, my soul, my instincts, I left with you.

Now, I am here, you are gone, and there is nothing left but regret and disdain, sadness that reaches every inch of my being. I tell myself, “I never want that again”, but if I didn’t listen the first time, will I listen when you walk through those doors again?

©2020 CBialczak