Tuesday, April 21, 2015

R is for Rubbish


Today I have another drabble for you.  For those of you who don't know, a drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.

Today's word: RUBBISH

Enjoy!

Rubbish

Olivia Nutella Clearwater met her best friend in a rubbish pile.  Heathcliffe was a sandy blond who was short for his age and alarmingly skinny.
Upon their first meeting, Olivia declared she was a princess, and that she wanted to change her name to Periwinkle.  Heathcliffe promptly declared that he was an inventor.
“That’s why I dig through this rubbish pile,” he said as she tossed aside a broken toilet seat.  “You’d be surprised what people throw out.”
“My mom says it’s dangerous to be out here,” Olivia said.
Heathcliffe shrugged.  “Aren’t all the best things a little bit dangerous?”

Monday, April 20, 2015

Q is for Quantify


I have a drabble for you today!  For those of you who don't know, a drabble is a story of 100 words.  Is it hard to tell a story in that time?  Yes it is, but that's part of the fun!

Today's word: QUANTIFY

To quantify means to express or measure the quantity of something.

Enjoy!

Quantify

The package rested in Toril’s upturned palm as she stepped through the hatchway.  It would take 4,032 steps to make it to her destination on the other side of the ship.
It’d taken Toril 479 minutes of contemplation to come up with the perfect gift, and 28.7 hours of work to pay for it.
When she arrived at his door 14.35 minutes later and rang the bell, her heart was in her throat.  The door opened to a young man with cerulean eyes, chestnut hair, and a lopsided grin.
One thing Toril couldn’t quantify was the value of being understood.

Saturday, April 18, 2015

P is for Prattle



I have another drabble for you today.  For those of you who don't know, a drabble is a story told in exactly 1oo words.

Today's word: PRATTLE

Prattle is defined as talking at length in a foolish or inconsequential way.  My friends and I prattle a lot, so I'm familiar with this word.

Enjoy!  Or don't, I suppose.  It's up to you!

Prattle

    “The apocalypse is supposed to happen next week,” Aaron says cheerfully as he skips another rock across the pond.
       Laney laughs.  “Wasn’t it also supposed to happen a couple of years ago?”
    Aaron nods.  “Yup.  If people keep saying it, someone is bound to be right eventually.”
     “That’s true.”  She takes her shoes off one at a time and dips her toes into the cool water.
     “How do you think the apocalypse will happen?” he continues with a grin.  “Will it be zombies?  Aliens?  Earthquakes?”
      “Hmmm.”  Laney taps her chin.  “Chocolate shortage.”
      They continue to prattle until sunset, perfectly content.

Friday, April 17, 2015

O is for Obambulate and Celebrate the Small Things


How is the A to Z Challenge going by so quickly?  It hardly seems possible.  Today I have another Choose Your Own Adventure for you.

Today's word: OBAMBULATE

Obambulate means to walk about or to wander.  Who hasn't done that from time to time?

Obambulate

It’s a typical spring morning.  You wake up, crawl out of bed, and try to understand why you set your alarm on a day you don’t have to work.  You must not have been thinking clearly when you did it.
After a jolt of morning caffeine, you decide to go for a walk.  That might wake you up properly.  You don’t have a destination in mind.  You figure you’ll just obambulate about town and see what happens.
The crisp breeze chills your cheeks as you walk.  All is peaceful, until a few minutes into your stroll, you hear a loud sound.  You look up and are shocked by what you see.

A.)   If you see an old woman getting mugged, click HERE.
B.)  If you see a car accident, click HERE.



It's Friday!  Let's Celebrate the Small Things with Lexa Cain!  TheCyborgMom and I are your happy co-hosts.

Due to some weird circumstances, I overpaid a bill recently, so this week I got a refund check for $128.  I mean, yeah, the money was owed to me, but it still feels nice to get a check in the mail nonetheless.

It's been another good writing week.  That's always worth celebrating!

My old coffee pot broke, so I got a new one this week!  Yay!  The coffee continues to flow!

What would you like to celebrate?



Thursday, April 16, 2015

N is for Nadir



Today I have a drabble for you.  For those of you who don't know, a drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.

Today's word: NADIR

Enjoy!

Nadir

The nadir is the lowest point.  Rock bottom.  The point at which you have fallen as far as you can.
Nadine couldn’t help but feel that this was where she was right now.  Nothing could be worse than this.  Never in her eleven years of life had she known anything worse.
She’d never forgive Mrs. Beckman for making her share a seat on the bus with Bobby Hines.  He smelled like feet, though Nadine thought most boys did.  Bobby, however, had committed a crime far worse than bad personal hygiene.
He’d pushed her once when they were five.
No forgiveness.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

M is for Mislead


Here we are to celebrate another letter of the alphabet!  I can't believe we're all the way up to M already!  Today I have a piece of flash fiction for you.

Today's word: MISLEAD

I wanted to portray someone who really hates their job, but does it because they have to. That's something I have certainly experienced, and I know a lot of other people have.

P.S.-I don't hate people that work in sales.  In fact, I know a lot of people who have or currently do.  A lot of these this story was inspired by those experiences.

Enjoy!

Mislead

Who grows up saying that they want to mislead people for a living?  No one I’ve ever met, anyway.  Statistically speaking, someone on this planet surely grew up saying that, but I’m willing to bet that it’s rare.
Ugh.  This definitely isn’t where I pictured myself.
It’s a job.  It’s just a job.  It pays the bills.  If people believe you when you tell them they can’t live without the thing you’re selling, they . . .
Darn it.  I wish I could tell myself they deserve what’s coming to them.  That might make it easier.  Unfortunately, I can’t force myself to believe it.
All I can think about is the rising sense of panic that I know all too well.  That sense of dread that arises when you realize you’ve spent too much, and that the bills are coming due, and no matter how you try to stretch things, you’re still going to come up short.  That overwhelming sense of failure.  Other people have nice things like this.  I work hard and I still can’t pull it off.  What’s wrong with me?  Where am I screwing this up?
All these people.  Some of them can afford it, but most of them can’t.  Most of them are scarcely better off than I am, and I know I could never pull off the payments for these time shares.
It’s all about the selling points.  See, you convince someone that having this will give them the freedom to take vacations more regularly, and who doesn’t want that?  Tell them how much money they would spend on hotel rooms if they don’t take advantage of this amazing deal.  Never mind that the fact that some of them are taking elaborate vacations at all is going to haunt them later on.  I know that it will, because I’ve seen their financial statements.
They just want something nice.  I can’t hate them for that.
The old man sitting before me now is considering dipping into his retirement savings to do this.  I want to scream at him to leave.  I want to tell him what a mistake that would be.  “Sir, think of this as an investment in your retirement,” I say instead.
Ugh.  I’m disgusting.
A smile breaks across his wrinkled face.  “You know what?  You’re right.  You only live once, eh?”
That’s definitely true, but some gambles just aren’t worth it.  Again, I still have the chance to get out of this.  I could tell him the ugly truth, that I’m trained to convince you that you can afford this no matter how untrue that is, but instead I reach for the paperwork.  I do it because, while I do feel dreadful, a small part of me is relieved.  This deal means I can pay my mortgage this month.  “Congratulations, Sir.  I promise you won’t regret it.”
The lie is so thick on my tongue I feel like I’ll choke on it.


Tuesday, April 14, 2015

L is for Logorrhea



Today I have another bizarre little poem for you.  I hope you enjoy it!

Today's word: LOGORRHEA

Logorrhea is defined as a pathological inability to stop talking.  Someone with this disorder may or may not sound coherent.  It occurred to me that someone with this problem might become lonely, because people may try to avoid them.  That's how this poem came about.  I also experimented with formatting a little bit.  Hopefully it works.

Logorrhea

Can’t stop talking.
Filling the air with words, flowing so freely.
It scarcely makes any sense.
I have so much to say,
yet nothing at all.
The silence is so full of noise.
My words bring me calm.
Empty chatter is my relaxation.
With noise, I find peace.
If only, if only . . .
someone would stay to listen.