July 30, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that uses the phrase “her crowning glory.” (Thanks to Anne Goodwin for the prompt idea.) It can be in the traditional sense of a woman’s hair or applied to any idea of a best attribute. What happens if you play with the meaning or gender? Go where the prompt leads! Prompt from Carrot Ranch.
As we stepped off the elevator I felt a bit anxious. I was visiting my friends family lake front condo on the 32nd floor of this building and I had heard stories about the fabulous decor. The huge entrance hallway was a deep dark brown with floor to ceiling world renown famous artists works on display.
To me her crowning glory in this unit was the 3rd bathroom we saw. Bath mat, seat cover, tissue box and wastepaper basket all covered with mink. Upcycled old coats rescued and remade by her mom. So unexpected it took my breath away.
July 16, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that expresses the phrase, “scream inside your heart.”
This is part of the 99 word challenge from Carrot Ranch.
Hear the manager screaming before you ever get into his office, “production is way down this week” or “why is my department not showing a profit” these concerns all seem to blend and repeat.
Down the hall my office is filled with people trying to tell me why we have taken a hard hit in the wallet and how thing should improve. I want to slam my fist on the desk and scream until they hear my plan, but I can only scream in my heart. I am Black and I am a woman, the rules change for me.
This is my submission for this week in the 99 word challenge. This week the prompt was Monreal Dorf which is the name used by someone trying to enter spam sites in the regular submissions from everyone else. Monreal is the name of a small town in Germany also the name of a soccer player and a line of clothing. Dorf is the German word for town and is the name of a region in Switzerland. It’s also a name used by Tim Conway in a comedy bit.
Had she missed the opportunity to go jump in the lake? Would they ever invite her again? Living in this hamlet in Germany I knew or was related to all of these people but removed emotionally.
Could the village you are named for turn on you when you try so hard to compete. The water may have refreshed but I have only submitted 324 versions of our stories. They must understand I only create spam to help. Pandemics may come and go but our “art” will survive. Monreal Dorf will revitalize this village when her dreadful spam is known worldwide.
This is my submission for this week in the 99 word challenge. This week the prompt was blossom.
The way watercolors blossom on the paper is magical, an extra drop of water changes everything. Staring at the blank page like a writer seeing magic in the water drops I’m watching.
Soon I will leave this place and find my true home. This planet is scheduled to reverse it’s course so I can jump off.
Where I land will be like that water drop in the watercolors. My landing will change the climate and structure in this new place but will it change me? Without a parachute to guide the spot will be a surprise. Here goes nothing.
This was written originally for the 99 word challenge, last week. Somewhere in my pandemic mind I forgot to post it to their website. Since all writing is good exercise for the brain I thought I would share this. The prompt was, I got life.
The day started like most others in this little town, waking to go to work or school, getting the lunch ready and eating breakfast. A large boom sounded in the hills and we felt the earth move like it was becoming liquid. I reached for a counter to steady myself and my knees failed as I hit the floor. We were having another earthquake.
I walked our street that evening, workers were removing rubble from a building. Urgency in their actions. Stretcher passed from one to another with a covered form as the cry arose, “I got life here.”
This is for the 99 word challenge based on the prompt.
How long since I felt vibrations about something, it was just a little over a week ago. A friend put a picture of a quilt block up and it drew me in totally. I created 4 similar blocks in just over a week using scraps. Unheard of. New fabric’s quarantined.
I am now in the final stage of quilting the entire quilt inspired by that picture.
It is 4 faces made from random fabric pieces and things like a purple nose seemed to work for me. Today a friend reminded me about a quilt show looking for covid-19 projects to display.
(This was written for the 99 word challenge, based on the words deep waters.)
I think I was 4 when it happened. I was sitting in the metal tub that we used for our baths and the water was cold, more was heating on the kitchen stove. An older brother came in, kettle in one hand, book in the other. The water began pouring and I began screaming, it went right on my leg. Mom came to my rescue, only time in my entire life as I recall. She was a lost person with all us kids, never had a chance to be herself. Then the real abuse started as best I can recall.