From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
You can find the original prompt here. Thank you, Sonya.
photo by Lechon Kirb via Unsplash
I wake each day with a song track playing in my head, my own personal daily mix.
Sharing my music with others is what I crave.
I may never be rich and famous in the traditional way, but I know I will never be poor.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
Title: Turkey Take Away
Source: Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge
The Prompt: Write from the perspective of anything on or around a Thanksgiving table—turkey, fork, candle, chair, table, mashed potatoes—whatever! Be that object and write a humorous piece.
Note: This fails on the humorous aspect of the prompt, but here it is, just the same.
Photo credit: waitscm on VisualHunt / CC BY
Dinner is done, and the guests are gone. The parade was the coldest on record they say. But Santa arrived safely, kicking off Black Friday sales. I sit alone, forgotten on the dining room table. From decades of performances, I know I will soon be put away.
Each year is the same. They return the witches, skeletons and creepy, crawly things to their coffins and me and my pilgrim friends and installed in places of honor. They cook and clean and drop leaves into the dining room table, then set up card tables and extra chairs in every available corner.
The doorbell rings and the guests arrive, filling the house with delectable aromas wafting from the dishes they bring. At the appointed hour, they all gather round and bow their heads. For one brief moment, they take stock of their lives and give thanks for a bounty their ancestors would not have dreamed possible.
In a flash, it evaporates, as they pass plates, food piled high, and speak of the sales and the things they must buy. Don’t get me wrong, love and true caring live here, but others have been more grateful with less to hold dear.
I sat on the table and listened to the laughter and remember the times when things were much harder. Then something happened which had never happened. Santa appeared with a piece of pumpkin pie in his hand and sat down in a dining room chair. He smiled at me and told me I should not despair, and explained to my little turkey brain, that hardship comes in ways I could not conceive.
He left me sound advice, to follow his creed, the only thing I needed to do, was truly believe.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
This is the time of year when stress runs high. There is one stress-free place, the time I set aside to write. Inhale deeply, close your eyes and on the exhale, let it all go.
Only the story remains, and the job at hand. Write the best story you can write today.
What story will you tell?
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Jo Hawk The Writer
Title: Snow Day
Source: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
Word count: 175 words
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yinglan. Thank you Yinglan!
They texted the announcement as I was going to bed. It was too quiet outside, and I was suddenly awake. I pulled on my robe, headed downstairs and opened the blinds to a world turned white.
Fat fluffy flakes fell, obliterating the view. The grass disappeared, replaced by a downy blanket of snow. I opened the door and stepped outside.
The silence pounded my eardrums. I threw my head back, spread my arms wide, catching snowflakes with my face and tongue. Cold seeped around the edges of my warm robe and I shivered. I dreamed of my magical snow globe world and my horse-drawn sleigh appeared.
My handsome white steed nuzzled my cheek, and I fed him the sugar cube he loved so well. I hugged his neck, petted his silken mane, then crawled into the sleigh and snuggled into the blankets. Off we flew, surveying my lands, greeting my people and dancing until I could dance no more. Exhausted I slept.
When I awoke, I read the text again. “Classes cancelled due to snow.”
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Jo Hawk The Writer
We are in for a wild ride. Strap on your life vests and hold on tight. Black Friday has arrived, and Cyber Monday is not far behind. I am pelted with ads proclaiming how much money I can save if I only buy now. Party season is in full force, and the desire to see dear friends and the obligation to attend events scheduled for the same date has reached manic proportions.
Somewhere in there is the need to carve out writing time. My list of odd places to compose a line or two is bordering on hilarious not to mention nauseating. Did I mention I easily become car sick?
The scene plays out with me, eyes closed, breathing deeply, and repeating the line over and over in my head until the wave of nausea passes. The car stops at a red light. I quickly type on my phone, hoping to get it all written before the car lurches forward with the green light. I close my eyes again, repeating the next section as we speed towards the next red light.
Rinse and repeat until we finally arrive at the party. I finish the passage in the driveway, gather the packages from the car and head inside. Everyone looks concerned and asks if I am okay. Oh yes, just fine, the passage is safely saved in my phone.
A loved one is fond of saying life is like a roller coaster. You can either get on and scream or you can sit back and enjoy the ride. Yippee Ki Yay!
Where are you squeezing in writing time?
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Jo Hawk The Writer
One of the consequences of a great Thanksgiving feast the need for pants with an elastic waist.
Happy Thanksgiving.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
I am thankful for everyone who makes time to follow, read and comment on the stories and the Daily Quotes posted here. I genuinely enjoy your feedback and support. You are part of what makes writing such a wonderful process. I look forward to logging in each day and getting to know my new friends a little better. And I thank you not just today, but every day of the year.
Happy Thanksgiving! Have a wonderful day celebrating all there is to be thankful for.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
Title: Catch of the Day
Source: Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
I waded into the freezing water.
Ma fished upstream where I had fought my sister for the salmon Ma caught. Tired, I headed downstream, searching for my spot. Water gushed over a rock ledge and hidden beneath it sat a salmon.
I waded deeper. The salmon rested in a channel, facing the rock wall. I cut off his exit, grabbed hold with both paws, claws sinking into fish flesh.
I clamped my jaws around him as he flopped, spraying water everywhere. Gripping him in my mouth, I ran for the grassy bank. This salmon was mine, and I wasn’t sharing.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
Thanksgiving week signals the beginning of the busy holiday season. This year it surprised me, and I feel like I am woefully behind. The lists are getting longer, and the holiday commitments are filling the calendar. It is wonderful, exciting and exhausting.
And there are the stories demanding to be written.
Considering I am nose first in gale force winds, it seems all I need to do to attain lift, is jump.
How do you cope when life gets in the way of the things you want to do?
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Jo Hawk The Writer
What can I say? Today is one of those days. I took the advanced course on the art of napping. I scored at the top of my class.
However, I am terribly behind on workspace arrangement, and I had no idea I needed to find my perfect font.
If you will excuse me, I must run. I am desperate to fully develop my pre-writing rituals.
How do you procrastinate?
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Jo Hawk The Writer
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