Daily Prompt; Fright Night


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What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?

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With using my mind and not my subconcience I am admitting I am afraid of a few things in life.

1. Darkness, I hate being in the dark. Walking outside in the dark. The unknown of the dark. Who is lurking around out doors at night? My imagination can run wild. I prefer to stay inside once I can’t see light anymore. I prefer to not have to get out of bed once I turn the lights out.grey trees

2. Heights, I hate heights. Anytime I stand on a chair or a ladder, my legs turn to jello. My feet become cemented to the surface. My whole body becomes a dance of wiggles and shakes. I guess the fear is of falling. What else could it be?ladder

3 and lastly, spiders. Anything that crawls that has two or more legs, is shorter than me and quicker than me sends shivers down my spine. Forces me to race for the broom, mop, fly swatter, anything I can defend myself with.

I figure I am afraid of it getting me. Will it bite me and hurt me? Will its sting be fatal? What a baby I am. Something so tiny compared to my height and yet I go running for the hills.

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Daily Prompt; Come Fly With Me


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Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.

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In my mind, I have traveled the Universe.canoe I have visited from North to South, East to West. I have seen the homelesshomeless. I have seen the rich.empty_house_by_scarlettletters-d3fenj7 I have seen death and I have seen birth.angel childrose

I have seen the mountains and I have seen the valleys.nature skieswave_tourist

I have seen the smiles, I have seen the tears. I have seen the joy and I have seen the sorrow.

In my mind there is no where I haven’t been. I have traveled the universe.

Daily Prompt; The Perfect Game


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You’re set to play poker (or Scrabble or something else . . .) with a group of four. Write a story set during this game. Or, describe the ideal match: the players, the relationships — and the hidden rivalries.

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The air was filled with haze. Cigars being lipped and inhaled. Eyes narrowed, all eyes on red and black. The bartender wiping glasses. Girls lined up on the stairs; ready to take your money.

Big Buck walks in through the swinging doors. Eyes raise, brows come together. Everyone hated Big Buck.

He had a reputation of being a low-down dirty dog. Didn’t give a hoot about anyone but himself. Usually everyone took off when they saw him coming he stunk so bad. Scraggly beard, rumor was he didn’t bathe but once a month. Even then I heard it said he took his bath in the pig trough.

Big Buck walked over behind one of the players. Scratching his beard and rubbing his nose, he squinted as he looked at the player’s hand. Slowly he made it past each player, checking out who had what.

Then he saw it. He saw one of the players had a card peeking out from his sleeve.

” Cheater. You all got a cheater playing here. I seen it. He has a card hidden up his sleeve. What ya all gonna do about it? I say kick him out and kick him down.”

The one being accused scooted down in his chair. Pulling his hat down to cover his eyes, the other players stood up. Putting down their cigars one of them walked over to the accused. ” Are you trying to cheat us Morty? Roll up those sleeves and show us that hidden card.”

All but one gal quit bringing in the bait and scurried up the stairs. She wanted a piece of the action.  One by one you could hear the doors slam. The bartender stopped wiping and reached for his gun on the shelf below.

” I said it once and I ain’t a saying it again. Roll those sleeves up. No one here wants to play with a cheater.”

Cheater didn’t say a word, he just pulled his hat farther down and kept quiet. One of the other players got up and snarled, ” Yeah boss, he must be cheating. Look at the coward. He can’t even prove himself. I say let’s get him.”

Everyone took cover as the cheater was picked up by the back of the neck. A punch to the right jaw and then the left. The nose was instantly swelling and blood was dripping but not a word came from  his mouth.

Another player was getting down right pissed at his lack of words and picked up a chair and cold-cocked him right over the head. Down went Cheater,  hit the floor hard. The other players started using their grubby boots and kicked him in the ribs.

The bartender let out a thunder of bullets. Everyone stopped in their tracks and looked at him. ” Not in my bar, you all get out of here and take that mongrel with you. You gonna fight, take it outside.”

Old, Big Buck let out the biggest god awful sound. He was laughing so hard he started choking on his own spit. ” You fools, you listen to everything. If I told you the chief was coming would you believe it? You all just give me some good entertainment. I was bored and you all filled the bill.” Laughing so hard he didn’t see the chair coming at him.

Knocked him to the ground and started beating him up. Didn’t even bother taking it outside. Just let him have a dose of his own medicine right here and now. By the time the players got done with him blood was everywhere. Chairs were busted. The ladies came down to see what was happening when all got quiet.

” Get out of here you old ornery cuss. We don’t like the likes of your kind here. Don’t you ever show your ass back here again, you hear?”

They drug him to his feet and kicked him all the way to the door. Big Buck staggered outside the saloon. ” I’ll be back, you’ll see. I’ll be back, just you wait and see. You can’t keep me a way. This is a free country.”

The guys turned their back on him and went in to tend to the innocent Cheater, still knocked out cold.

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Daily Prompt; Pep Rally


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We all know someone who could use a pep talk… so write them one!

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I Promise To Try Harder

Al when he was little

I promise to try harder

To not feel bad

To be more positive

To not cut myself down

To smile more often

I promise to try harder

To accept what is happening

To reach for each moment

To treasure each gift

To not think ahead

I promise to try harder

To be more understanding

To carry more patience

To comfort your tears

To listen to your words

I promise to be the

Best darn sister you

Could ever wish for

On our trip walking

Through M.S.A.

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Daily Prompt; Home Sweet Home


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When you’re away from home, what person, thing, or place do you miss the most?

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When I visit a motel, it can have the nicest, biggest bedbed; but it lacks the comfy look of a room.comfy bed

The room can be furnished with everything I need and be so neat and tidy.clean room

But I would feel more at home with a little less neatness and a little more lived in atmosphere.messy-room1

So although I am enjoying being a way from home, seeing new and old familiar faces, I dream at nights about being back home in my own bed.