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Word of the Day
Hiemal
Railbird (Lucky's Chance)
Extol
Frisson (The Stranger)
Yahoo (Meeting the Parents)
Gormandize (Kindness)
Cavalcade
Fritter (The Pieces We Leave Behind)
Obloquy
Desideratum
Expatiate
Lenity
Is This True Love?
A Lover’s Rant
Recalcitrant
Red Bird
Celerity (Territorial)
A Means to an End
Symphony in I-95
The Wild Garden
It Was Worth It

Rainy Days and Mondays
Rain Drops
Jackie and Max
Part #1 Part #2 Part #3 Part #4 Part #5
Part #6 Part #7 Part #8 Part #9 Part #10

Crack
Death Glare
A Date, Sort Of
Mayday!
Heartbroken
Cinderfella
Idle Idol

Flash Fiction
#1. Under the Gun
#2. Large and in charge!
#4. Give me 100 words (Bullet Wound)
#5. Dear Scumbag

Ogham-Duir
Atlantis
Her Duty, His Desire (Uncoventional Courtship)
Chapter 1: The Groom and His Bride
Chapter 2: The Woman at the Fountain
Chapter 3: Bonding
Chapter 4: A New Way
Chapter 5: Their First Night
Chapter 6: A Lady of Station
Chapter 7: In Scale and Skin

Una
Beside the Brook

Book of the Tuathe
A Fae in the Forest

Dana Heart
Charloft Winter Bingo
Plus Size Trauma
Cousins

Heart Felt
Heart Felt Prompt Table
Part 1
Part 2

Coffee For Two (NSFW)
Nick and Nora
Donuts
Coffeecake
Cream and Sugar
Bear Claws

Other Stories
Mickey's Letter
Annie’s Escape
Party On!
Six Missing in Russel
Revenge
Revenge
Rain Drops
61 Gratitude For November 2015

Pink Journal Scrapbook 2015
Musings
Three Masks
Rebirth

Random Short Stories
Celebrate With Me
The Healer
Feast

Writing Exercises
Word Play

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My Writing Partner
It should be easy this writer thing. All I have to do is put words together and let them tell a story. Sounds easy but it’s not. The words don’t always come. Sometimes for days on end, there is nothing but empty word docs.

You see there is this thing called a Muse and that’s who sends the words out of my brain and into my fingers. I write what she tells me to write.

Muse sometimes tells me the stories in daydreams and sometimes in nightmares. She is sneaky like that.

Mine is female and a smartass. She is also very stubborn and occasionally pouty. Other people have told me things about their Muse. From what I hear, she’s pretty normal.

Muse has a thing for romance and smut. Science fiction seems to be her thing as well. She loves action and adventure too. She’s also a sucker for common tropes.

She loves fanfic and sometimes only tells me those stories even when I want to write original stuff. It’s a fight sometimes when I have things I want to write and all that’s coming out is stories about superheroes and sorcery.

When Muse does get to the original fiction, she has a tendency to get very spiritual at times. I find myself writing several Pagan themed stories. She must get that from me.

Sometimes Muse doesn’t say a word and other days Muse won’t shut up. She has a tendency to talk too fast. My typing can’t keep up with her sometimes. I love those chatty days.

Just once I would like to sit down with Muse to share some tea and cookies and discuss our working relationship. I doubt that I will ever get the chance but I at least have hope she would be more understanding of my wish to be a writer.

Characters: Mason the explorer
Word Count: 196
Prompt: Would I?/ Wood eye?

Mason entered the temple. He blew the dust off the wall panel. The image of the all seeing eye was revealed to him.

“We're in the right place boys!” Mason looked back and saw his men running for their lives. “Damn! I knew I should have waited to pay them.”

Mason put his hand on the wall panel. A larger panel opened across the room. Inside, he could see what he came for.

He poked at the floor with his staff to check to see if moved. It didn't so he stepped forward to that stone and repeated the process across the room.

Mason entered the secret chamber and grabbed the golden statue and ran.

Mason made it base camp then looked at the statue. It was a big eyed little man in a loin cloth with bones around his neck.

“This has to be the ugliest thing I have ever seen.” Mason said in disgust.

“You’re not so handsome yourself.” The little man said.

“What the fuck?” Mason dropped from the surprise.

The little man and he ran off laughing.

“Hey!” Mason said.

The little man turned and waved. Then he disappeared into the jungle.

Characters: The Lover
Word Count: 160
Prompt: You broke my ____

You broke my heart. I don’t believe that you set out to but you have. You have torn away my trust and faith in love. You have done damage to me in ways that I didn’t think that could be done to a human.

Hearts are far too easily broken. They shatter into a million pieces. Each piece is sharp and cuts deep into the soul. That is the real damage.

There should be a warning label on a heart. Not that anyone could read it when it’s inside their chest. If it weren’t for the fact that they are so frequently torn from the chest by those we love I wouldn’t suggest it.

You are the reason for my broken heart and the damage to my soul. I will never forgive you for hurting me. I will never forgive myself for letting you. I will never trust you again but I will regain my faith in love …. In time.

Cinderfella
Characters: Gale/Gary
Word Count: 261
Prompt: If the shoe fits .....

There was something very fairy tale about a shoe on the staircase. This particular shoe was bright blue and had a five inch stiletto heel.

Gale picked up the shoe and walked up the stairs to her bedroom. She had a sinking feeling in her stomach.

She reached the room and saw the door was partially open. She pushed it the rest of the way and went inside.

It was exactly what she expected to see.

Her husband was sprawled out on the bed. There was a blue ball gown heaped over a chair and the mate to the blue shoe in her hand was still on his foot.

Gale walked over to the bed and shook his shoulder. “Gary wake up!”

“Huh?” Gary's head rose off of a makeup smeared pillowcase.

“Was it a good party?” Gale asked.

“Yeah.” Gary smiled up at her. “Jack is in the guest room. He crashed after bringing me home.”

“You forgot to take off your make up again.” Gale said as she pointed at the pillowcase.

“I'm out of remover.” Gary sat up. He took the shoe from her.

“You should have checked under the sink. I keep a spare bottle there.” Gale told him. “Hit the shower and I'll make breakfast.”

“How was the conference?” Gary asked.

“Sucked as usual. I would have liked to have gone to the party.” Gale said at the door. “I would've worn that red dress I bought last month.”

“Glad you didn't.” Gary smiled. “Can't have my wife showing me up.”

Gale grinned. “Never gonna happen!”

Characters: Pilot, Passenger, Tower operator
Word Count: 193
Prompt: Bad Connection

“Hello! Hello! Do you hear me?” The pilot clicked the microphone again. “Mayday! Mayday!”

Static was the only answer on the radio.

The pilot turned the knobs on the radio. There was still nothing but static.

The pilot looked back at the passenger who was white knuckled in his chair.

“It’s just a matter of time until they answer.” The pilot called over his shoulder. He looked over the instruments. “I just hope it’s not too long.”

The radio continued to be nothing but static.

“Mayday! Mayday!” The pilot tried again.

Suddenly the radio cleared. “Pilot restate mayday.”

“I have no instruments and I'm flying blind. Do you see my position?” The pilot asked.

“We've got you. You are three miles off the Florida coast. Follow the beacons as soon as they come in sight.” Tower told him.

“Got it. I see them. Help me land without killing my passenger.” The pilot said.

The tower gave the pilot instructions to land. The landing was bumpy but they got down in one piece.

The pilot turned around and looked at the passenger. “See! We are down in one piece.”

The passenger glared at him.

A Date, Sort Of
Characters: Frank Jack
Word Count: 195
Prompt: Wrong Number

Frank looked at his ringing phone. He didn't recognize the number.

“Hello?” Frank answered.

“Hi Nick.” The voice said cheerily.

“This isn't Nick. Who are you?” Frank asked.

“Um … I'm Jack. Who are you?” Jack countered.

“I'm Frank. Nice to meet you, Jack. So what are you calling Nick about?” Frank asked.

“Um … He and I were chatting on line and I … uh … was going to um well you know.” Jack stammered.

“Talk dirty to him?” Frank chuckled.

“Well yeah.” Jack sighed.

“Well, I'm not kind of guy but if you want to have a beer sometime I'd be happy to hang out.” Frank suggested.

“There's a sports bar called ‘Leon's’.” Jack said. “I like to watch basketball there.”

“I know the place. I love basketball. I was a power forward. Did you play in school?” Frank asked.

“Yeah. I was a point guard.” Jack laughed.

“Bet that was interesting. You liking guys and such.” Frank laughed.

“It was a lot of fun. Until, the guys on the team caught me staring.” Jack laughed. “Meet me at eight. I'll buy the first round.”

“Its a date.” Frank laughed. “Well sort of.”

“Got ya.” Jack laughed.

Characters: Billie, Jinx the cat
Word Count: 298
Prompt: Hangover

Billie slowly opened an eye and shut it quickly. It was far too bright. She tried again and managed to squint through the blinding light.

Billie could tell by the cat sitting on her chest that she had made it home in one piece.

“Get off me, Jinx.” Billie whispered. It sounded louder than it should have.

Jinx the cat laid down on Billie's chest and shot the death glare at her.

“Not today Jinx. You can't kill me tomorrow.” Billie lifted the cat off her chest and carefully sat up.

“I'm never drinking again.” Billie sat on the edge of the bed until her head stopped pounding. “Who am I kidding? I'll be back at the bar again as soon as I get an excuse.”

Billie slowly walked to the bathroom and stared in the mirror. She made a face and turned on the shower. She stripped and got in.

She let the warm water bring her back from the edge. As soon as she felt better she got out and grabbed a towel.

Jinx glared at her again from the foot of the bed as she got dressed.

Billie began to wonder if she had offended the evil creature in some way. Billie eyed the cat as she went into the kitchen. She found an empty cat food bowl.

Billie opened the cat food bag and slapped a hand over her mouth before running to the bathroom to throw up.

When Billie returned to the kitchen Jinx was in the cat food bag feeding herself.

“I don't know how you eat that vile stuff.” Billie said as she pulled the cat from the bag and filled the food dish. “I guess we all have our weaknesses.”

Jinx just chewed and gave her the death glare again.

#5. EvilBots, Thieving, Virus, Checking it twice, Dear scumbag, Revenge, Come-back, Band together

Dear Scumbag
Those thieving Evil Bots have plotted their revenge against us. It has finally happened just as you predicted. I didn’t want to believe it was true but it is. I owe you a peanut butter sandwich as per our bet.

It is my opinion they will band together to kill us all. They have a deadly virus in their possession. It is said to cause great suffering. It’s also said to cause itching and purple spots but that remains unconfirmed. So you see we have a very big problem indeed.

We need you to come back and deal with them. Nobody else seems to want to do it so we elected you. Surprise!
The NaNo NaNo Squad.

#4 Give me 100 words.

Bullet Wound
He could feel the life drain out of him. He held his hand to his side and realized he was bleeding more than he thought.

The world was growing dark. His breathing was already shallow. He could almost hear his heart slowing down.

The world disappeared into darkness. A bright light replaced the darkness then there was nothing.

He woke up three days later in a hospital. He was surprised that he was still alive. He looked around and realized that he was surrounded by police.

He realized that he was lucky to be alive. He was lucky in general.

Feast
He put his hand on her back. The warmth of her skin through the thin fabric made the touch more than a simple touch. Touch became a temptation.

He yielded to the temptation. He pulled her closer. He let it guide him to her lips. Temptation became a kiss. He had longed to taste her.

The taste became a hunger he needed to satisfy. He was a starved man and she was his last meal. He intended to make a make a feast of her.

It was all he could do to control himself. Even though he didn’t want to.

Doula (noun) - a woman who assists women during labor and after childbirth.

It Was Worth It
The doula provided by the birthing center was of no use to Jenny when the time came. The doula wiped her brow and tried to soothe her.

The contractions were strong and there was little time to do much more than breathe between them.

Jenny suddenly shoved the woman away and screamed as she pushed hard. She was as eager to get this over with as the baby was to be born.

A few pushes later she had her baby boy in her arms. He was perfect and worth every moment of pain. She cried tears of joy at last.

Farrago (noun) - a confused mixture; hodgepodge; medley: a farrago of doubts, fears, hopes, and wishes.
Varicolored (adjective) - having various colors; variegated; motley: a varicolored print.

The Wild Garden
The varicolored blooms raise their heads to the sunshine. Reds, yellows, and purples crowd together in clumps of friendly faces. The blooms sun themselves. They fluttered in the breeze bobbing and nodding at each other. Their green limbs worshipped the sun and held them in formation.

The garden gave a happy feeling to the air as much as they fragranced it. Each breeze gave a different wisp of possibility as each flowers fragrance took turns riding the air.

The garden had a long winding path made with stepping stones. Along the walk through the garden, farragoes of groups wildly growing blooms danced in welcome. They almost looked happy to see the visitors that visited there.

The great oak tree in the center of the garden was surrounded by stone benches. It was the anchor of the whole garden. The center of a colorful universe that exists only to give peace.

Rain Song
The spring rain fell from the sky. The raindrops danced on the tin roof making a melody all their own. It had its own rhythm. The song wasn’t sad or happy it was somewhere in between, ambivalent in a way.

It didn’t care that its song would bring more destruction and more sorrow. The lively stream and its mother, the rushing river was already full and near bursting from their beds. They were angry and disturbed at being swollen.

This was spring, a time of beginnings but it always seemed to bring destruction first. This time destruction came in the form of floods.

The rising waters whisked away anything it could as it made its way along it predetermined path of destruction. Nothing was sacred. Houses, churches, and the debris of life were all victims. Nothing was left untouched.

The raindrops kept up their ambivalent song. They cared little for what would happen when they fell in this place at this time. All they knew was the song and how to play the melody on a tin roof.

Rebirth
The trauma of our own birth is a long forgotten memory. We never remember the journey into this world. We aren't meant to. It’s a way of protecting our selves from pain and uncertainty.

The concept of rebirth is strange. There is no trauma, no uncertainty, and we are encouraged to remember the process. It sounds more like anti-birth than rebirth.

Rebirth is meant to change everything about us. Its goal is to make us another person, a better version of ourselves. In some ways it does. It can make us more spiritual and even take us off a path that would surely bring us harm.

In most cases rebirth is a temporary thing. Our more ingrained behaviors pull us back to where we were before this self-made miracle occurred. We go back to the person we were over time. It may be a gradual change but in most cases it happens.

The only true way to be reborn is to get through the trauma that brought us into this world again. Anything else is an illusion.

Rallentando (adjective) slackening; becoming slower (used as a musical direction)
Glut (verb, noun)

Symphony in I-95
The Friday evening glut of traffic on the outbound lanes of the city was higher than normal. It was the holiday weekend and it seemed as if everyone was leaving the city and heading for parts only know to themselves.

Harry sat in his car. He waited for the car in front of him to move. There had been stop and go traffic since he had gotten on the interstate.

One minute the traffic was moving slowly and then it would speed up. It seemed that that the ebb and flow of the traffic was going to be never ending.

Harry smiled. He looked out in front of him and imagined a symphony. Allegro movements followed by rallentando movements into the next allegro. He tried to think of what pieces of music this pattern would fit.

By the time he was off the interstate and pulling into his driveway he had come up with several pieces of music to listen to when he was stuck in traffic again.

Grok (verb used with object) to understand thoroughly and intuitively.
Time Travel (noun) The concept of moving between different points in time in a manner analogous to moving between different points in space, generally using a theoretical invention known as a "time machine". Time travel is a recognized concept in philosophy and fiction, but has a very limited support in theoretical physics, usually only in conjunction with quantum mechanics or Einstein–Rosen bridges.
Quark (noun) Physics. any of the hypothetical particles with spin 1/2, baryon number 1/3, and electric charge 1/3 or -2/3 that, together with their antiparticles, are believed to constitute all the elementary particles classed as baryons and mesons; they are distinguished by their flavors, designated as up (u), down (d), strange (s), charm (c), bottom or beauty (b), and top or truth (t), and their colors, red, green, and blue.

A Means to an End
April sat in her physics class and watched as the colors on the white board blurred. It was the second hour of a three hour lecture on baryons and mesons particles. Quark particles were just as hard to understand as why men do the things that they do. She sat there and sighed.

She wondered what she was thinking when she decided to take this class or even major in physics. She was beginning to regret her decision. She could have been a political science major or even an English literature major.

She was completely unable to grok the concepts on the white board. She knew that if she tried she could but the problem was that she didn’t want to. She didn’t want any of this. Not anymore.

She smiled and thought there was one thing she did understand and that was time travel. Thanks to Dr. Who and a lot of science fiction she did know a thing or two about that. but without a degree in physics she would never be able to create a time portal to go back and change this horrible decision she had made.

She took a deep breath and refocused. She had a degree to get and a past to change. She just wished there was an easier way.

Celerity (noun) swiftness; speed.

Territorial
The dragon moved through the skies with a celerity that was unexpected for a being of its size. It swooped and flowed through the currents of air with grace.

The dragon landed on the side of a rock face. It looked around and roared a warning to the sky. There was no one there to hear it but he did it anyway. It was an instinctual response by a being protecting his territory.

The dragon pushed off from the rock face and moved with the same unexpected speed that he had arrived at the rock face earlier.

The dragon moved on to another point of land in his territory. He seemed to think that there was a reason for this display of strength. What it was no one but he knew for sure.

Brumal (adjective) wintry; winter
Frore (adjective) Archaic. frozen; frosty.
Névé (noun) granular snow accumulated on high mountains and subsequently compacted into glacial ice. a field of such snow. Also called firn, old snow.
Algid (adjective) cold; chilly.

Red Bird
The sun rose over the mountain covered with a neve. The sun glittered like diamonds on the surface until the light glared through the valley.

The pine trees swayed in the algid breeze. The red bird clung to a short branch deep in the center of the tree. It was sheltered for now from the frore winds and the threat of more snow.

Soon spring will come and warm the breeze and start to melt the mountain but until them the red bird must shelter itself the best way it knows how.

Recalcitrant (adjective - resisting authority or control; not obedient or compliant; refractory)

“Mr. Douglas, I have called you into this meeting to speak about your son.” The principal said as Josh Douglas sat down in the chair in front of her. “He is the most recalcitrant child I have ever known in all my years of teaching.”

“Why thank you Ms. Wood. I think he takes after his mother.” Josh smiled. “She’s a lot smarter than I am.”

“Obviously. Your son is disruptive and disobedient in class and he starts fights at recess.” Ms. Wood said as she glared at the father in front of her.

“He really does take after his mother then.” Josh muttered under his breath. “So that recalcitrant thing isn’t a compliment?”

“No it is not.” The principal opened a file on the desk in front of her. “His test scores are high but his behavior is horrible. I want you to talk to him and impress on him that he needs to behave at school.”

“I will have a talk with him this evening.” Josh said. “Is he in his class or do you have him in detention again?”

“He is in detention.” Ms. Wood said with a sigh. “I expect him to come in tomorrow with a better attitude.”

Josh nodded. “Yes ma’am.”

Ms. Wood closed the file and waved him out of the office.

Josh left and went down the hall to the detention room. He tapped Mikey on the shoulder and they walked out.

“Mikey, you have to stop cutting up in class.” Josh said sharply as the got in the car.

“Sorry.” Mikey said sullenly

“Don’t be sorry, be good.” Josh started the car. “Wait till we get home and I have to tell your mother what you’ve been up to.”

“You can’t tell Mom.” Mikey said. There was a tinge of fear in his voice. “She will make me pay for it.”

“Maybe but if you didn’t act like a fool then she wouldn’t have to.” Josh said. “Promise me you’ll be good.”

“I promise.” Mikey sank down into the front seat of the car as they drove home.

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Entries tagged with scrapbook2015

THE PINK JOURNAL MASTER LIST FOR 2015

My Writing Partner

Idle Idol

Heartbroken

Cinderfella

Mayday!

A Date, Sort Of

Death Glare

Dear Scumbag

Bullet Wound

Feast

It Was Worth It

The Wild Garden

Rain Song

Rebirth

Symphony in I-95

A Means to an End

Celerity (Territorial)

Red Bird

Recalcitrant