Random Daily Prompt: A to Z

Daily Prompt: A to Z.

Create a short story, piece of memoir, or epic poem that is 26 sentences long, in which the first sentence begins with “A” and each sentence thereafter begins with the next letter of the alphabet.

 

Autumn looked out her bedroom window at the scene below. Butter-yellow daffodils were waving happily in the breeze. Cicadas sang merrily and the setting sun provided a warm glow over the garden.  Dangerously close to the house, though, was a shape she did not recognize. Even though she couldn’t see it clearly she felt a chill run up her spine.  Following the shadows as best as she could, she tried to decipher what the shape actually was.  Goosebumps ran up her arms as she felt the unmistakable feeling of being watched.  Her hair on her arms began to stand on end, and she became increasingly afraid. Instead of closing her curtains and hiding under the safety of the blankets on her bed, she watched the figure as it began to move.  Just in case the figure was watching her, Autumn turned her light off and continued to watch through the window.  Kansas was humid this time of year, and that coupled with the fear she now felt made her skin feel clammy.  Luckily, Autumn kept both a knife and a hand gun in her bedroom, presents from her husband who was currently deployed in Afghanistan, the presence of the weapons made her feel better. More than anything, Autumn wanted the shadow to disappear so that she could crawl into bed, but she had the feeling that she needed to watch, to keep an eye on the shadow, which had gone very still.  Not wanting to call attention to herself, she carefully crouched beneath the window sill, so that only her head was visible through the window. Opening the window was not an option, though if she could have done so she might have been able to hear something that would give her a clue as to what the shadow might be.  Praying that she would not need to use either the knife or the gun, she pulled both from her bedside stand to keep them close, just in case.  Quietly she decided to chance opening the window, just a crack, just enough so that she could hear what was happening outside.  Rain pattered through the screen on the window sill, as Autumn sat very still waiting to hear something that would give her a clue as to who or what her stalker was.  Suddenly the figure moved, it didn’t move fast, but it moved definitely closer to the window where she knelt.  Taking the gun into her hand, she checked the clip to make sure it was loaded, and took the safety off.  Under her window, the figure moved again, closer to the house this time, and Autumn shivered in anticipation. Voices broke the silence outside, and Autumn realized that there was not one figure, but two, standing outside her window, she also realized that they were very human.  Waves of relief hit her as she recognized one of the voices,  the voice belonged to her husband, who was not supposed to be back until the following week. Xerox copies of his deployment plan were laying on her nightstand, she knew he was not due until next week, and why was he creeping around outside her window? Yelling his name out the window, she watched as her husband turned to face her, she noticed that he looked different, in fact she could see him clearly now, and she could see right through him. Zeroing in on the figure, she suddenly realized with great clarity that she was not seeing her husband, she was seeing his spirit, and the reality of that hit her with a force that was unexpected; she sat beneath her window and wept.

Random Writing Challenge: A Pinch of You

Weekly Writing Challenge: A Pinch of You.

How does the old saying go — girls are “sugar and spice and everything nice,” and boys are “snips and snails and puppy dog tails”?

Aside from not knowing what a “snip” is, I don’t buy it; we’re much more complex than lollipops and unicorns and toy trucks and frogs. This week, we want a window into the complexity that is you. We want your best recipes.

We don’t mean we want your best recipe for fried chicken (although we’ll take that, too — a good fried chicken recipe is always handy). We want the recipe for all the bits and pieces and quirks and foibles and loves that make you you.

So here is the recipe that is me:

1 cup sarcasm

2 cups book worm

2 cups humor

1 cup stubbornness

1/2 cup sweetness

3 heaping tbsp Bon Jovi addiction

1/2 cup 80’s Hair Bands

3 heaping tbsp Supernatural addiction

2 heaping tbsp Doctor Who addiction

2 cups good old-fashioned religion

1 bottle spiced rum (captain only please)

1 tsp hypochondria

Dash of romance

Dash of Mystery

Pinch coulorphobia

Pinch vermiphobia

To prepare:

Combine all ingredients in a window nook with a bottle of sweet white wine and leave alone to simmer. Do not disturb.  You will know when it is ready. May be served alone or with others.  Does not perform well in aggressive social situations. Keep out of night clubs.

Random Thought #13: I know you’re out there!

Hey, so I know you’re out there…someone…somewhere…is reading this.   Or my God I hope so.   So for those of you who are reading this, please know that I need your help.  One of the projects I am working on is a book about paranormal events that happen to average, everyday people.  Not necessarily ghost hunters, but to people who are just living their lives, going about their business, and are affected by the unexplained.   If you happen to be one of those people, who have a TRUE paranormal event that you wouldn’t mind sharing and/or any kind of photographic evidence, video evidence, or EVP evidence, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE send me an e-mail at paranormal.letters@outlook.com.  I’ve gotten several responses from FB and Craigslist, but I am in need of more if I am going to put this through for publication. Your willingness to help me will be completely confidential.  No names will be mentioned unless you want them to be. I know you’re out there.  I know you have a story to share.

paranormal.letters@outlook.com

Random Thought #12: Embracing the Chaos

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A couple years ago, my husband of 12 years was diagnosed with Bipolar 1 disorder (Manic Depressive) If you don’t know or have never known anyone with Bipolar 1, it can be very frightening at first, especially if you don’t have any answers or a diagnosis. My husband is BP1, meaning that he is manic most of the time, and has flashes of white rage, complete with rage amnesia. So imagine me as a 21 year old newly-wed dealing with that emotional roller coaster.  Not fun.  I had no idea what was going on, and neither did he.  He would be happy as can be one minute and raging or completely depressed the next.  We hardly ever have bad fights, but the couple that we’ve had were during his white rage period, and he honestly cannot remember what happened during those times.  In 12 years I have learned to deal with it. I know that his rage (when it surfaces) is not because he is angry but rather the disorder that is messing with his brain. When this happens I recite two things to myself…”This too shall pass” and “Embrace the Chaos”.   When he was officially diagnosed two years ago they put him on all kinds of meds, including lithium which made things worse.  He has found the correct dosage now, and the rage hardly ever surfaces, but when it does, I just ride the roller coaster until it is finished. I know a lot of people who divorce their spouses over BP1, and that’s a shame.  My husband never (even at his worst) laid a hand on me or our son.  Most BP1s don’t,  But it is a difficult disorder to live with. He often tells me that he is grateful to have someone who can be his rock, but it is I who am thankful for the wonderful roller coaster life I live. #This too Shall Pass   #Embrace the Chaos #Bipolar Awareness

Random Thought #11: Easter Eggs…Nailed it!!

This morning I wrote about Pinterest and how it has complicated my life, specifically with holidays.  So, trying to be Fun Mom, I bought a whole bunch of Kool-aid, brought out my scrapbook paper and home-made mod-podge (a combination of Elmer’s glue and water) and set to work.

I boiled 24 eggs, but as is usual when prepping Easter eggs, one broke in the water, creating a giant mess.  Then there is the process of determining if the eggs are done. This involves spinning them, but I can never remember if they are supposed to spin up-right or on their sides…so mostly I just guess.

Here are the Kool-Aid results.  Turns out it works really well.  Also fun to mix the flavors creating intense and unusual colors.

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The pictures don’t really show how bright the reds are.  They actually turned out much brighter than that.

It was the mod-podge that I couldn’t wait to try.  This involves spreading the mod-podge over the scrapbook paper, and then the egg, wrap the egg in the paper and cover with more mod-podge. When the paper has fully adhered to the egg, set aside to dry.  I also made little paper hearts to put on the colored eggs…these were my results:

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It was actually a lot of fun.  And a bonus for the mod-podge eggs…they are WAY harder to break. The paper and glue give them a sort of hard outer shell…as we learned when hiding the eggs.  My five year old has a tendency to drop them =)  I will let you know how the cookies and deviled eggs turn out!  Have a very fun and safe Easter Sunday.  God bless #HeIsRisen

Random Daily Prompt: Five a Day

RumYou’ve being exiled to a private island, and your captors will only supply you with five foods. What do you pick?

Daily Prompt: Five a Day.

Well, my first question is…WTF?  Why am I being held captive on an island?  Where is freaking Gilligan and the professor? More importantly WHERE IS THE RUM?

Okay, now that I’ve settled down, I need to give my captors my list of five foods that I would like.  I have no idea why they are giving me food, or options.  Apparently they want me to survive, but they also want me to squirm which means that either they are waiting for ransom money or I am part of a larger government conspiracy….or I landed in an episode of Lost.

Back to foods.  I have no idea if water counts as a food, or if they plan on supplying that but I am going to put it on the list anyway:

1) Water.  Lots of water

2) Live chickens (fully grown please) chickens lay eggs every day, which will supply me with protein.

3) Avocado: Full of fats and amino acids…plus they are tasty.

4) Starchy veggies: Potatoes, Corn, etc.  The starchier the veggie, the more full you feel

and finally:

5) Rum. Lots of rum. Gotta be Captain though.

So there ya go.  I have no idea how long I am going to survive on this diet, but if I die, at least the rum will have made me happy.

Random Thought #10: Pinterest is making my life harder.

I know I am not the only one who has this problem.  A couple years ago this is how my Easter would have gone:

1) Buy Paas brand Easter Egg Dye

2) Dye Eggs that smell like vinegar

3) Make normal deviled eggs to take to my mom’s

4) Make normal dessert to take to my mom’s

Because of pinterest this is no longer acceptable.  Gone are the Pas dyes.  Instead we will be using Kool-Aid on some of the eggs, and Mod-Podge to coat some with paper.

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And forget the normal deviled eggs!  Nope.  According to Pinterest I must have BETTER eggs.  Keeping the Kool-Aid dye, dip the shelled eggs once, and then proceed to devil the eggs (hope they are not sweet….):

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Regular Dessert??  Nope.  I must make cute egg’s nest cookies.  Sugar cookies with green tinted coconut, on which sits tiny candy eggs:

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These pics are the ones I got from Pinterest.  I will post MY results tonight or tomorrow…stay tuned!