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Happy Easter to all! For those of a Christian persuasion, this is the biggest day of the year. May the joy flow over into all we do, including our writing.
Here's the prompt from Robert Lee Brewer at Poetic Asides:
For today's prompt, I want you to take the phrase "So we decided to (blank)" and fill in the blank. Make that your title and write a poem. Some possibilities include "So we decided to plant a tree" or "So we decided to burn a hole in the sky."
And the prompt from The Writer’s Book of Matches (Writer’s Digest Books):
A child finds a magic ring inside a box of cereal.
Happy Easter and happy writing! Hope to see your sixes in the comments later.
Change is Good--Right?
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Hello dear readers--are you still out there?
It's been awhile, and I wouldn't blame you for moving on. I felt the need
for change, and have spent some tim...
6 years ago
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I knew today would be crazy, so I worked ahead. My piece needs a little work to make it more intense.
Here's what I have:
Lucky Charms
Of course the ring was magic, like that one from the book. He could see that the second he pulled it from the box. It lay in his hand, bendy silver plastic and a clump of sparkly stones, humming with the power to transport him.
“Didn’t I tell you to get your ass in here, Mikey?”
It wasn’t a question; it never was.
The clump of stones flashed and Mikey went where they took him, far away from the old man and his temper.
Nicely concise and chilling, Greta. jb
It looks like you and I were on the same wavelength, Greta, only a different twist. And yes, I wrote this before I saw yours.
Magic
At first he thought it was a joke—opened the box of Wheaties and found the thing with the scrap of paper that identified it as a Magic Transporter Ring and a set of instructions that read, “Just point it at an object and think Gone.” But then he slid it on, made a fist, and saw a flash of light, followed by a loud, sucking Schoop!
Brandon didn’t know where he sent Mr. Tibbs, the family dog, and come to think about it he didn’t care as long as the stupid mutt was gone and would never again hike its leg on the corner of his bed. Of course, he needed to think up a good explanation, maybe tell his mom the last he’d seen of Mr. Tibbs was when he opened the back door and let the guy outside.
Just as he working out the story, his sister Danielle came into the room, her arms crossed, and looked at him with the familiar pissed-at-you scowl, and then screamed, “I’ve had it with you always leaving the seat down when you go the bathroom and then I have to sit in it and as soon as I find mom I’m going to tell her ev—”
Schoop!
Sounds like Mr. Tibbs and Danielle had it coming :)
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