Ergo, the Ogre

All the Pretty People

March 19, 2020
This week at Friday Fictioneers, Rochelle has chosen the above image © J Hardy Carroll, as our 100-word writing prompt.

The popular kids hung out at Rockin’ Roger’s: football players, cheerleaders — all the pretty people. Rhonda was none of the above and didn’t frequent Rockin’ Roger’s. Even if she were one of the popular kids, she wouldn’t have gone. She saw those kids all day at school. Who wants to hang out with them afterward? A little pretty went a long way in Rhonda’s opinion.

The pretty people loved Rockin’ Roger, always cracking jokes, laughing and friendly. They thought he was the ‘cat’s ass.’

They didn’t know Rhonda’s stepfather (the cat’s asshole) like she did.

She hid the bruises well.
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The Mermaid’s Song

March 17, 2020
It’s Poetics Tuesday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. This time our host is Laura Bloomsbury who has tasked us with this:

Write your poem as a rhyming tercet of 3 line stanzas though a composite 9 liner or more would do just as well
– Strict meter is not a requirement but for an extra challenge try pentameter (10 syllables to each line)
– You do NOT have to follow the ordered sequence of the above
– You may reverse the order of the 1^st & 3^rd words but otherwise keep the integrity of each rhyme set
- SPEECH/REST/BEACH
- ON/SEA/UPON
- WORD/BREATH/BIRD
- WAY/SOUND/BAY
- SUNG/LIPS/TONGUE
After the mermaid’s sweet song was sung

with a pretty pout upon her lips

she tickled his tonsils with her tongue.

Shocked and aghast; at a loss for speech

the sailor gasped “Let’s give it a rest!”

They watched as the sun set on the beach —

twilight turned to dark. Without a word

she slid away; and he held his breath

she slipped into the sea. An odd bird

indeed, he thought, as the night drew on.

But his sad gaze was fixed on the sea

She’d left him with much to muse upon.
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The Drug

March 16, 2020
For the dVerse Prosery prompt, we write prose that includes a line from a poem. This line is given in the prompt—you do not choose it. Our Prosery piece must not exceed 144 words.

I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended.

I use the same MO every time; they begin and end the same way.

Married guys are the biggest challenge so those are the ones I go for. The best part is when the flirting and games evolve into infatuation. This takes some time, especially if they still love their wives. But when it finally happens — and it always does — I get a nice little rush, like a drug.

To hook ’em and hook ’em good, I make sure the sex is absolutely phenomenal.

And that’s pretty much all there is to it. After they’re really into me & start making noise about leaving the wife and marrying me, I cut them loose. Game over!

I mean, seriously. Who wants a guy who you know for certain screws around on his wife?
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A Moonlit Night

March 11, 2020
This week over at the Friday Fictioneers blog, Rochelle has given us the above photo by Ceayr as a writing prompt. 100 words.

“So, that’s where it happened.” Madeleine explained and nodded toward the fountain.

“How romantic!” Dalia smiled.

“Yeah, I suppose.” Madeleine gripped her walker and looked away.

“You suppose? Tell me, was it a moonlit night?”

“Dalia, it was a long time ago.” She paused, “Maybe there was a moon… who remembers?”

“Maddy, I should’ve told you this ages ago, but thank you for not marrying Sam. We’ve been so very happy over the years.” She patted her friend’s arm with an arthritic hand.

“I know, and I’m glad for you.” Biggest mistake I ever made. “Now let’s get some lunch.”
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An Hour Killed

March 10, 2020
It’s Poetics Night at the dVerse Poets Pub. Our host tonight, Gospel Isosceles (Amaya Engleking) has asked us to “turn the pub into a psychological strip club as we bare it all.” The prompt is taboo.

McDonald’s and a movie…

On a school night?

He was my older cousin,

so it was okay but

home by 9:00pm.

An hour to kill

after the movie. I suggested

ice cream. He pulled in

to a motel parking lot instead.

Made it back by nine

without my virginity

and the ability to trust.

Anyone.
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