It’s story time again, and Esther Chilton is our host.
Can you tell a story in 40 words? Below are this week’s words to use:
Robin blasted down the street on her unicycle, curls bouncing in the breeze. She swerved out of her lane, and a driver yelled at her with bombast. She didn’t care. The potion was more important.
It is time once again for SammiScribbles Weekend Writing Prompt.
This week the word prompt is “Breath” and we must use exactly 14 words.
His breath smelled like moldy pond scum, so she bought him his own toothbrush.
It all began with an avocado pit that appeared midair one day. It just hung there, waiting for something to happen.
So, Og and Julie, the only two people (Cave dwellers) on the planet observed it for a few days. Eventually, Julie had an idea.
“Og, here’s what we do: get two big-big toothpicks and bring to me.”
“Huh?” Og scratched his head, picked out a flea and snuck it into his mouth. “What for?”
“Just go get.” Julie said. “What I tell you about eating head bugs?” She slapped his hand away from his mouth. “They dirty!”
Og grunted and trundled off to find big-big toothpicks. He couldn’t count and had no idea how much two was, so he brought back as many as he could carry.
Julie rolled her eyes and thanked Og for his efforts. She then boarded the raft that Og constructed and poled it until she was close the huge avocado pit.
Being an expert spear-thrower, she aimed a big-big toothpick at the side of the avocado as if it were a dart. It pierced through to the other side perfectly.
Og watched from shore in confusion and amazement, He wasn’t quite sure what was going on, but it looked kinda cool. He also took this opportunity to eat head bugs since Julie couldn’t see him.
Julie then poled around to the other side of the pit and aimed another big-big toothpick which also pierced the pit perfectly. She stepped back a bit observed her work with pride.
Damn, I good.
Julie poled her way back to shore. She noticed Og munching on something and decided to ignore it. Let him eat bugs.
“Now what we do?” Og asked Julie.
“Now we wait.”
“For what?”
“For the world to get here. It will take time. We be patient.”
“What is ‘world?’”
“I don’t know.” Julie shrugged. “We just wait.”
Welcome to the daily Three Things Challenge.
Use your imagination and creativity using one, two or all three words that may or may not be related. There are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre, though please keep it family friendly.
Tag your responses with 3TC, #threethingschallenge or TTC, and you can add Di’s logo if you wish.
Looking forward to reading your responses.
Your three words today are:
PRIOR
EXHAUST
TEMPT
Spike, formerly known as Stanley Alvin Hamilton, had always wanted a hotrod. He wanted to be cool, popular, and a total chick magnet. Changing his name and removing the muffler from the old family station wagon was his first step in that direction. The exhaust was allowed to freely escape, enabling the station wagon to sound like a sports car.
What next?
After a few minutes of serious contemplation, Spike decided to paint flames on either side of the car. First, he’d have to replace the faded blue paint with a new, shiny black, then put the orange and red flames.
Wow! You talk about bitchin’ wheels! Wait’ll my dad sees this!
Spike used up nearly all the money he earned over summer vacation to make his hotrod-dream come true. It was worth every penny, so far. He had just enough money left for a chain steering wheel and a set of spinners.
He was tempted to turn it into a low-rider but feared it might be a bit much.
Spike’s new wheels were complete. It was now time for the test drive.
He fired her up and headed down the street. He was halfway to the second stoplight when he heard sirens. Looking in the rearview mirror, he realized the sirens were for him. He quickly pulled over.
The cop probably just wants a closer look at my ride…
Turns out Spike had ‘forgotten’ that driving any vehicle without a muffler was illegal in all 50 states.
The policeman issued Spike a ticket and advised him to be careful with “that thing” and to have a super day.
Crestfallen, Stanley drove home and put the muffler back on.
I wrote this one on May 16, 2017. Here it is again for Fandango’s Flashback Friday.
My spirit danced in the love of your laughing blue eyes as we skipped hand in hand down our sidewalk. Through the yellow rays of our neighborhood’s sunlight, we passed the daffodils in bloom and yesterdays’ fuzzy-smudged hopscotch game.
Sky Blue!
Giggling, we sang a song from a radio or TV commercial I’d never heard since.
On my first day of kindergarten, you said we should wear our matching mother-daughter print dresses you made, so we wouldn’t miss each other as much. Together we waited for the bus so I wouldn’t feel afraid around the older kids. You gently squeezed my hand in yours when they called me a baby because I still needed you. We held hands until it was time for me to go. I watched you wave to me, smiling through your tears as the bus driver took me farther and farther away from you. I finally turned away when the cruel shadows of elm and maple trees hid you from me; tears cascading from my eyes onto the little print dress you made.
Ergo, the Ogre 