Writing Exercises

Unheeded Warning

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 Lillie McFerrin Writes: Five Sentence Fiction – Villainous

Adam stepped from behind the closed door, “Where the hell you been, woman?”

She squeezed her eyes shut against the spew of anger and drunken spittle, cowered against the counter, and waited for the inevitable.

“You mark my words, Norma Jean, a tiger don’t change his stripes,” her mother warned.

“He’s changed, mama. You don’t know him like I do.”

The back of his hand landed hard and she tried to think of happier times; he hadn’t always been this way.

 

The Death of Me

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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#166. Prompt: … checking in proved to be…

A different take on this weeks prompt. Hope you enjoy.

A tap on the wall next to the curtain stirred me. “Mrs. Cole?” A moan escaped as I shut my eyes in protest to the bright light. “I’m sorry to disturb you,” she said, “Is this a bad time?”

A bad time? I moved my head back and forth, wincing with the effort.

She held a clipboard out to me. “I’m from the business office and need a few signatures for you insurance.”

Sucking on my oxygen mask, I reached for the pen making an illegible mark. Exhausted I closed my eyes… checking in proved to be the death of me.

Bedtime Battles

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Five Sentence Fiction –This week’s word: BEDTIME

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one-word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word.

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“Mommy! I need some water.”

“Jeremy, you had water fifteen minutes ago; go to sleep.”

“Mommy! I’m scared, there’s something under my bed.”

“There is nothing under your bed; go to sleep.”

She lifted the covers, “Just this once,” she said, slipping under the

covers and pulling him close; “Tomorrow you go bed like a big boy.”

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A Woman Her Age

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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#165 Prompt:   …the suitcase lay open…????????????????????

Betty picked at her cuticles and stared at the bed. The suitcase lay open waiting for her decision. Yes or No? Fred had been adamant. “No, you’re not going. A woman your age has no business traipsing off to Europe. “I won’t allow it.”

The bucket list she’d written years ago, placed Paris as number one. She wasn’t getting younger, it was now or never.

He won’t allow it?

Fuming, she stomped across the room, jerked open the dresser, grabbed a hand full of underwear, and threw them in the suitcase.

“He’ll get over it.”1502418_10100871375288944_5759219220947917244_o

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