Ela’s Play

I originally wrote the following in response to my dear Ela’s weekly 100 Word photo prompt “PLAY” challenge. I then decided I liked it enough to share with you here as well. 

Please take some time to visit her site, where you will find intellect, soul, wit, and playful word-weaving that becomes even more impressive when you realize that English is her second (or maybe even third or fourth – the girl is insanely intelligent) language. As always, I hope you enjoy.

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Daddy…

Why are you shouting so loud daddy?

Mommy’s not deaf, she can hear you, daddy.

Why do you yell at her so, daddy?

Why don’t you stop, and maybe rest awhile daddy?

She didn’t mean what she said daddy.

I’m sure she never wanted to hurt you daddy.

I KNOW she didn’t mean it, daddy, I just do.

I’m sure she still loves you best daddy.

I’m sure she’s only “kissing friends” with him, daddy.

I’m sure she will want you back, one day daddy.

Where are you going daddy?

Can I come too, daddy?

Can I daddy?

Daddy…?

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Now to be fair, today’s song did NOT come to mind until well after I had written these 100 words. That being said, I will STIIL be willing to shamelessly make use of it here and now… 

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Sorry Friday Fictioneers, but I’m back…

I can not tell you how good it feels to be participating in Friday Fictioneers once again. And I do NOT say that simply as a blatant suck-up to Rochelle. No, it just does my heart good to be able to once again create off of someone else’s creativity. And then have the pleasure of seeing what everyone else in turn, also created from the same prompt.

OK, fine. I suppose it also is a little bit of a suck-up to Rochelle.

That being said, here’s my 100:

Copyright - Claire Fuller

Copyright – Claire Fuller

Leading me down the long dark hall, we tumbled into a white, bright room. One filled with miles upon miles of books, each a story, unique unto itself. While strolling I noticed one – not the oldest by far – simply entitled “Eden.”

“Now why’s that here?” I wondered to myself.

Knowing, he responded, “Must it not be? Could there be any others before or after, without it?”

“Then where is mine, sir?” I entreated, upset by its absence.

“Ah, yours,” He chuckled. “Yours is still being written, my child. It will only be placed upon the shelf, after you’ve completed it.”

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I’ve been through a bit of a rough patch as of late and to be certain, the above resulting 100 could have easily been 1,000 or more words to fill in all the gaps. Suffice to say, the moral of this story is simply that I am still writing mine. The book is not yet closed, and as such, the song below makes for me at least, the perfect way to end today’s post.

Peace,

(yes k~, with green wings)

Endless Summer Of The Damned

The very moment I saw today’s Friday Fictioneers prompt picture, I was instantly reminded of one of my favorite albums from one of my favorite bands – “Swing The Heartache” by Bauhaus (to those of you not already “in the know'” click on the album title above in order to find out why).

As a result, I decided to do something Fictioneerary that I hadn’t done since around the time I was in the 8th grade, and I created a post using as many Bauhaus song titles as possible. These are italicized for your reference, and including the post title and accompanying song prompt, I was able to squeak 19 of them into today’s submission. As always, I hope you enjoy.

copyright - Jennifer Pendergast

copyright – Jennifer Pendergast

“Oh Harry, I’ll never make it. There’s no hope.”

“Yes you will, we need to catch up with the boys. It’s all we ever wanted, let’s move on.

“No, I’ll just stay here in this dive, m’dear.”

“No mother, you can’t. Remember, Satori’s directly behind us. It’s only a matter of time before he overcomes us with his poison pen.”

“But darling, I’ve no adrenalin, I feel like a muscle in plastic. I simply can’t move through these crowds.”

“You HAVE TO. It’s almost night time. We won’t be safe unless we’re in the flat field by then.”

“But… I don’t want to be safe anymore. Kingdom’s coming, and I’d rather be an exquisite corpse, than continue to live in fear of fear.”

Burning from the inside, her sudden assertion hit me like a kick in the eye.

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Side note: if you could, please visit my post from yesterday, as it pertains to a cause I feel very strongly about, and any support you could provide would be deeply appreciated. Now, here’s Peter, Daniel, Kevin and David – the unwitting baby daddies to Gothic rock, doing what they did best:

The Adventures of Boba

Friday Fictioneers, here we go!

Copyright - Beth Carter

Copyright – Beth Carter

“I’m freakin’ Boba Fett, baby!

I’m the slam dance, cardiac arrest king of mofo, daddy-o! You can’t stop me.

Can.

Not.

STOP!

I’m flyin’ through hyperspace on hyperbole. Diggin’ the fascinatin’ rhythm of life, distorting it, blowing it right out its own ASS, Freakman!

These roads are my personal vagina, Nerdsville. I slide up n’ down ‘em until we both blow our freakin’ tops – slamming them hard into submission, Johnny Paper Hat!

I am a freakin’ Man-God, you Douchsicles.”

“That’s all well and good, Mr. ‘Fett,’ but I’m still going to need to see your license and registration, please.”

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Thought I should lighten up a bit. Happy Friday kids =)

Mash-up, Pt 2

Yeah, I’m going to try this again.

Partially due to an excessively busy, stroke-avoiding week. And partially because I feel that the two prompts fit so nicely together, they should almost get married and have kids or something.

So, for my second-ever writing prompt Mash-up, I give you my 100 word entry for both Friday Fictioneers and 100 Word Song. I hope you give them both a shot, and as always, I hope you enjoy:

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Copyright ~ Janet Webb

You could tell that for the better part of his days, Life had been slowly tearing at Earl’s hide. Fracturing his soul, bit by painful bit. Still, he wouldn’t back down.

He stood before us now, a mere shell of the man he once was. Slightly leaning, but still standing proud.

I asked him, “How’d you pull through? What kept you going?”

His response was telling, “Listen, eventually I’ll be gone. Worm food. I got just one life to make a mark – I’ll be goddamned if I don’t do just that.”

With that, he ambled off, his mark being made.

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This week’s song was chosen by one of my favorite 100 Word co-conspirators, Deb with: “I Won’t Back Down” by Tom Petty.

I didn’t

Today’s Friday Fictioneer photo prompt was difficult for me to write for. Some might say that, in the final analysis, I didn’t.

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copyright-David Stewart

Searching deep within the lines taut across his fear-filled face, I realized that the story had already been told.

It’s a story that no human should ever have to endure, though so many hundreds of thousands have. A tale of fear, welling up in your throat forcefully as you try desperately – and in vain – to outrun a Death that is larger, warmer, and oh so more quick than you will ever be; a Death that flagrantly belches itself out across the land.

Weeping gently, I placed my pen aside the unused sheet of paper. There would be no story today.

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Briefly…

And here I was, upset that in ending my 100 Words tale (yes kids, it’s finally ending), I was going to have to leave “Clive” behind.

Fortunately, along then came Donetta, who provided me with the perfect prompt to send him on his way as well!

That being said, and with a (somewhat at least) imaginary tear in my eye, here’s this week’s 100 Word Song.

And here’s a little ditty that I’m thinking “Clive” could’ve most likely benefited from listening to at some point in time, had he the inclination…