driftwood

WonHundred Word Wednesday

Here is a fun game we play. We write 100 words about a prompt, and then our friends do the same. Here’s the prompt:

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Here’s what I wrote:

She clung to the piece of driftwood praying for daylight. Opa promised it held some protection against whoever did this to father, but Krissy was too little to understand. She just felt that slimy feeling rolling over her again and again. She pressed her lips shut and squeezed her eyes closed, the little bit of wood clasped in her little fingers. When the sun comes it will be okay. That thing only comes after us at night. I will be safe if the sun will come up. She buried her face in her big brother’s side as he snored on.

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youvegotmail

WonHundred Word Wednesday

Here is a fun game we play. We write 100 words about a prompt, and then our friends do the same. Here’s the prompt:

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Here’s what I wrote:

He was excited about the 150 new emails. Any one of them could hold information hat could help his family. Never before had anyone in the pack dealt with witches. Grandfather Fenris was shocked that they had made their way to America again. After the witch trials they had hexed the continent and sworn to never return. But obviously at least one wanted to get some attention.

And each e-mail might hold an answer on how to stop her. The one with a pentagram behind the words caught his eyes. “So you figured out where to start. Good luck puppy.”

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Kaye P. Clark kayepclarkwriter.blogspot.com
Laura D. Bastian www.lauradbastian.com
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accident

WonHundred Word Wednesday

Here is a fun game we play. We write 100 words about a prompt, and then our friends do the same. Here’s the prompt:

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Here’s what I wrote:

It was up to her, that officer, whenever she arrived, to investigate how the accident happened. But it was Charyn’s job to tell the story. To spin it into the fine thing that articles took, like a spider with her finest floss. The baseball star groaned in the car.

“You alright?” she asked, pulling open the door. He nodded.

“I’d stay as still as possible if I was you. That car tried to take you out.”

He looked at her straight in the eyes. “I wish you were a reporter and would say that.”

“It’s your lucky day. I am.”

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Kaye P. Clark kayepclarkwriter.blogspot.com
Laura D. Bastian www.lauradbastian.com
Miranda D. Nelson www.mirandadnelson.blogspot.com
walking

WonHundred Word Wednesday

Here is a fun game we play. We write 100 words about a prompt, and then our friends do the same. Here’s the prompt:

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Here’s what I wrote:

More and more people were refusing to obey the laws, but what did people expect. It was a riot. A quiet peaceful, walking riot. The bus system was made for the people. And our people refused to give up in the only way we could. By walking. And the only hope I held onto on those long walks, in painful shoes, was the spreading disobedience.

Maybe just maybe if we kept walking the world might change, because of us. And then who knows, maybe then we might have the hope of a better life. Maybe Cooper might become that doctor.

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Kaye P. Clark kayepclarkwriter.blogspot.com
Laura D. Bastian www.lauradbastian.com
Miranda D. Nelson www.mirandadnelson.blogspot.com
Sweet-little-girl

WonHundred Word Wednesday

Here is a fun game we play. We write 100 words about a prompt, and then our friends do the same. Here’s the prompt:

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Here is what I wrote:

Lief searched through the house as well, just to the side of his wife, though she could not see him in his ghostly form. A little girl walked through the door and both of them paused. Charyn’s hands in the air.

“Hello,” the little girl said. “are you here to talk about your ghost?”

He realized the child had seen him, but could she hear him. “I’m not a ghost, my body is alive at home.”

“Is it?” the girl replied then turning to Charyn.

“Are you here to talk about the dream walker behind you? I think he’s stuck.”

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Kaye P. Clark kayepclarkwriter.blogspot.com
Laura D. Bastian www.lauradbastian.com
Miranda D. Nelson www.mirandadnelson.blogspot.com
beach

WonHundred Word Wednesday

Here is a fun game we play. We write 100 words about a prompt, and then our friends do the same. Here’s the prompt:

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Here is what I wrote:

He itched to clear the ground, to look out and see nothing but the shore of the ocean. Which pounded against the coast in a constant trusted rhythm. The loss of his father had taken the ground from under his feet and Zeff no longer understood how to breathe. I am a fatherless child. No Whair is Fatherless. None. But I am. How do I exist without him. So he walked the land, pulling out the things that stood between himself and the open view of the water. Every briar that cut his skin, healed a bit of his heart.

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Kaye P. Clark kayepclarkwriter.blogspot.com
Laura D. Bastian www.lauradbastian.com
Miranda D. Nelson www.mirandadnelson.blogspot.com
scared

WonHundred Word Wednesday

Here is a fun game we play. We write 100 words about a prompt, and then our friends do the same. Here’s the prompt:

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Here is what I wrote:

Someone must have seen him, because the police were at his door. He had never done anything wrong before. Not even lied to his mom. At ten, that was a big deal. But the cops had come, knocking on his door. Jason stood there sweating and near tears.

I shouldn’t have stolen the gum. They’re going to put me in jail for sure. And I deserve it.

His mother opened the door. The officers asked for donations for a coat drive, then left.

Jason’s heart hurt. I’ll go pay for two tomorrow. Maybe that will be enough to feel better.

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Denise Kasanicky createinspiredream.wordpress.com
Jaclyn Weist jaclynweist.blogspot.com
Jenifer Lee myfam-i-lee.blogspot.com
Jenna Eatough mistglenmoon.net/blog
K.R. Wilburn krwilburnbooks.com/blog
Kaye P. Clark kayepclarkwriter.blogspot.com
Laura D. Bastian www.lauradbastian.com
Miranda D. Nelson www.mirandadnelson.blogspot.com