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 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 Daily Prompt: Judgment Day

If you were to judge your favorite book by its cover, would you still read it?

Daily Prompt: Judgment Day.

I remember when I was in high school and wanting something new to read that was not YA nor required reading for my honors English classes.  I was in the city library, which I love, searching for something new to read.

I passed through hundreds of books, which I am sure were amazing, but there was one that caught my eye.  The cover of the book was plain white, with just a few little candy conversation hearts.  It was because of that cover that I checked that book out from the library, and that book was my bridge between YA and adult novels.  The book was titled “Tell Me Lies” by Jennifer Crusie.  After I finished that book I checked out every other book she has ever written, and to this day she is one of my favorite authors.  But I may never have discovered my love for her work if not for those candy conversation hearts on the cover of that book.

 

Tell Me Lies

Random Daily Prompt: Bedtime Stories

What was your favorite book as a child? Did it influence the person you are now?

Daily Prompt: Bedtime Stories.

I have always loved books.  At the age of two I had memorized a PJ Funny Bunny book,  “It’s Not Easy Being a Bunny”, and fooled people into thinking that I was actually reading it.  I wasn’t actually reading it.  I just knew it by heart because my mother read it to me so often.  I knew when to turn the page, and I even knew which voices to use.

 

Bunny

 

When I grew older I became obsessed with Nancy Drew.  I am still working on my collection (thank you e-bay) because I am missing a few and I only am interested in the yellow cover books (if you read Nancy Drew you know what I am talking about).  Those books did affect me as a person.  As soon as I picked up my first Nancy Drew book I realized two things. 1) I wanted to write, and 2) I LOVE mysteries.

The Nancy Drew books inspired my love for writing, and also for reading books that come in a series.  Now I am obsessed with collecting 1st editions of the books.  I believe I can honestly say that Nancy Drew played a part in making me who I am today.

nancydrew

 

Random Daily Prompt: Happy Happy Joy Joy

We cry for lots of reasons: sadness, pain, fear . . . and happiness. When was the last time you shed tears of joy?

Daily Prompt: Happy Happy Joy Joy.

Being a fairly emotional person, I cry…a lot.   This past week was the last time I cried for a happy reason.  My little boy, who is five years old, was enrolled in Kindergarten next year.  We dropped off the paperwork last week, and I cried.   My little baby is going to Kindergarten, and while part of me is sad, most of me is so proud and happy that he is growing into a wonderful young man.  I’m sure I will cry again in August when the school bus shows up at our house to take him to school.  =)

 

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Random Daily Prompt: I Got Skills

Daily Prompt: I Got Skills.

If you could choose to be a master (or mistress) of any skill in the world, which skill would you pick?

I had to think about this one for awhile.  Writing is the obvious answer, but for this prompt I decided to go for something more interesting.

I would LOVE to master the art of motherhood.  Yes, I am a mother and I try, but there are times when I honestly think I am doing it wrong.  I have friends who are Super Moms.  It seems they do everything.  Their children know seven languages, are little dancers or athletes, are extremely well mannered, and their houses are always clean.  Always.

I’m lucky if I can get The Boy dressed and to school on time and in one piece.  I have to call my mother often for advise, and my house is far from pristine.   When I was young I dreamed of being one of those housewives I saw on TV.  Donna Reed here I come!  I thought.   Nope.  Donna Reed I am not.

So that’s it.  I would love to master the art of motherhood.

 

Random Daily Prompt: Sweet Sixteen

Daily Prompt: Sweet Sixteen.

What did I think my life would look like when I was 16?

Well, I thought I would be married, living in a quaint little house, with children, and a fulfilling career.  Now at that time I thought I would be married to my high school sweetheart.  I thought that my best friend and I would still be close as ever, and I imagined that I would still be living in my hometown.

My life now:  At the age of 31 I am indeed happily married (although not to my high school sweetheart) I have one child (whom I had to conceive using fertility methods…didn’t see that one coming) I do have a career as a teacher, but as I have mentioned in previous posts I am quitting that job to pursue my dream of writing.  I do live in a quaint little house, but I no longer live in my hometown.   My best friend ended up married to my high school sweetheart…so needless to say that friendship ended.

All in all I am very pleased with the way my life has turned out. I have a loving family, a house, a job, a dream, and new friends.  I would not have changed any path I have taken