The Ball

Standing in her underwear, she stepped into the glass shoes. Not pretty. Not pretty, and soooo uncomfortable. Price to pay, to bag a prince. This time, the room is tidy. Immaculate. She’d stuffed all the junk away. Hidden it. Bit of doing, it took. But, if he’s going to stay the whole night, everything must be purrfect. Last time, it was so messy, the jerk just left. Didn’t even stay for one drink. The mice. They’ll be here any minute. Any minute. Quick, no time. The dress. The dress. Where’s the dammed dress. Tablets. No tablets tonight. Nooo tablets. Tonight.......

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Written for Friday Fictioneers.

I Confess

I confess

It was me

Avalanches, earthquakes, floods

I’m sorry, but

It seemed like fun

And so

I didn’t care

I couldn’t stop

Oh, one last thing

The GFC

That was me too

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A 33 word confession, written for Trifextra Week Sixty Nine

at http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/

Dan Pedantic

Dan Pedantic

Man unromantic

Obsessive, compulsive

Never impulsive

Wakes every day

Same exact way

Shower, shave, sit …

Stand, flush, brush

Floss, rinse, dash

Calm, never frantic

The daily antic

Of Mister Pedantic

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Exactly, precisely 33 words (not including the title).

Written for Trifecta Week Seventy Eight.

The prompt: PEDANTIC (adjective), the context: unimaginative, pedestrian

I Told You....

"I told you so. I told you so. I told you so."

His voice resonated in my head. So much I hated his whining, especially when he was right.... Again.

"I told you. I told you", his nagging voice was relentless. "I told you that if we kept going, eventually, we'd get to the edge of the world. And just like I told you, there'd be a fence to stop us from falling off. I told you. I told you. I told you..."

And in that moment, I loathed him more than ever. If  I could have killed him, I would have. But what chance does a six year old girl have against her eight year old brother.


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Written for Friday Fictioneers photo prompt.

Perfect Moment

She sauntered out of the room, deliberately, swaying her hips, as she aimed for the exit. She knew that all eyes would be on her. Exactly to plan, she’d created that perfect moment of distraction, which allowed her partner and accomplice to dump the bag of flour onto the prime minister.

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Trifecta writing challenge week seventy seven. Written using the word DELIBERATE with the definition:

"slow, unhurried, and steady as though allowing time for decision on each individual action involved <a deliberate pace>

Satellites

Each day, from morning to night she is there. Behind the counter she sits, only moving to serve drinks and collect glasses. I am also there every day. I know her well, but I hardly know her at all. We spend so much time together, but we don’t talk. She brings me drinks.  I leave money on the counter. I would like to talk to her, but a state of equilibrium prevents me from acting. We make no effort at communication, but we understand each other. We know this place. Alone in space, we are two satellites sharing one orbit.

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100 Words written for Friday Fictioneers.