150 Words Plus A Sentence PLUS

I’ve always wanted to combine two or more prompts into one. I don’t know why, it just seems like all the good, cool writers do this at one point or another.

Well, I finally did it, but not because I’m necessarily good and/or cool. No, it had more to do with my wasting one post this week entirely on pissing and moaning instead (thanks for allowing me to punch the wall for a bit, kids).

So, with that being said, here’s my “mash-up” for both the folks at Friday Fictioneers and Master Class 2013 (whose twist this week included that we end with the prompt, versus starting with it). I hope you enjoy it enough to tell me what I can do better next time, and I hope you decide to jump in on the fun.

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A19.

There was something about that damned gate and me. It seemed as if every time our paths crossed, I was sure to have to endure at least some sort of fuckery during my flight. And not the same sort of fuckery that usually occurs.

No, with A19 in the mix, I’d seen passengers die unexpectedly, brawls ensue over in-flight magazine possession, and even once a smoker – after getting trashed on overpriced airline booze – being arrested when we landed, for yanking out the toilet’s smoke alarm.

This last time however, was the kicker. I’ve no idea what happened, but as the plane was landing, it careened out of control, slamming right into the side of the building. The A19 side, of course. The side that I was dawdling in, waiting to board a flight that instead boarded me.

And now here I’m stuck, presumably forever, haunting stupid-ass gate A19. Oh well, maybe that’s the way it’s supposed to be.

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(148 real words, 1 made-up word used twice, 2 dashes, and a sentence.)

This weeks story prompt was brought to you by Judy Blume’s “Tiger Eyes,” musical accompaniment by Mr. Frank Sinatra, of course.

Briefly…

I didn’t like it.

So I went back and rewrote it. Still, I didn’t like it.

Rewrite number two did nothing to better the situation, and by rewrite number whatever, I realized – I would never like it. It’s pretty much the end after all, and as such, I want it too damned badly to be perfect.

Eartha Kitt-style “purrrfect.”

And I think we all know kids, I just don’t do perfect. Especially not when (fearing a slap, should I attempt another “Pt. 2” in as many weeks), I have to wrap the whole thing up in just 100 brief little words.

That being said, here’s this week’s 100 Word Song.

I hope you like it.

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PS: Here’s the Eartha Kitt song I almost posted.

Friday Fictioneers

Fine Renee, I’ll play along with Friday Fictioneers.

I’ve done music prompts (somewhat easy) and word prompts (not so easy), so why not try a photo prompt (damned hard!) as well?

Here’s my first entry into the world of Friday Fictioneers – please let me know what you think:

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Two in one.

Where do I end, where do you begin?

When I end, how will you carry on?

I am ending, you know. It was foretold that I would.

You will end as well, but not for years until after I.

What will you do with that time of solitude?

Will you reinvent yourself? Become someone new?

Or will you instead stagnate, languishing while you wait for Mr. Death to come back ‘round for you?

My spirit hopes it’s the first of the two, my jealous love, the second.

Two in one. When I end, how will you begin?

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Briefly…

“Two For Tuesday’s” is for chumps.

But then again, “Two For Wednesday” doesn’t have the same ring. Screw it, I’m going with it any way.

Here’s this week’s 100 Word Song.

And here’s this week’s 100 Word Song, pt 2.

And here’s a picture of Bowie I stole from The Eye Of Faith (click the image to see even more cool stuff!)

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