Ms. Jenny's prompt this week is from the Bruno Mars song, "Grenade". My 100 word prose is wrapped around the prompt, bolded and highlighted in green, below. Please feel free to critique in your comments below...how else am I going to learn? Enjoy.
I'm participating in Monkey Man's "Sunday 160" where the point is to write a piece in exactly 160 characters (spaces included). This week I've decided to use the platform to document a snippet of a dream I had last summer.
Oh my! Our dear Ms. Jenny decided today's Centus should have a twist. In honor of Valentine's Day, we are to compose, in 50 words or less, a Hallmark card style post based upon the photo prompt. Oh dear, I don't know about this. Regardless, here's my attempt. Please be kind.
Let me be your wonder woman
Let me be your girl
Allow me to sniff your butt
Let’s give love a whirl!
I promise not to nibble
Slippers or your shoes
Nor eat from the litter box
Upon your love I’ll chew!
To view much better works than this, please click on the link above.
I've been writing my dream snippets as part of my daily Facebook status. Last night's dream made for a perfect 160. For more 160 fun, please visit my pal, The Monkey Man for more entries and rules to this weekly micro-writing exercise.
Last week I was at work when our dear Ms. Jenny posted a wonderful story prompt. She was heavy in my thoughts as I penned this little100 word story (taking place FAR into the future). The prompt is in red.
The elderly woman shuffled towards the old shed she used for storage. She was grateful that she needn’t worry about inclement weather destroying her possessions as the hot Arizona sun beat down upon her bent frame. She stepped through the creaky door into the stuffy interior. She spied the trunk. Fumbling with the old skeleton key on a chain around her neck she unlocked and raised its lid. There they were. She lifted the stack of letters from the ancient chest. Smiling she began to read: “A is for…”
And that is where her children found her the next day.
(In no way was this meant to be morbid but rather an honor to the woman whose memes helped me find my inner voice and strength through the alphabet!)
And the following is this week’s essay. Consider it my little 100 word public service announcement. The prompt is in blue.
She knew she needed to leave it alone, let it go its course, but she couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t help herself. She had a date that night and didn’t want that monstrosity remaining on the tip of her nose. So she did what any naive 17 year old would do. She squeezed and picked at the darn thing. Unfortunately for her, this was no ordinary pimple. It was infected. MRSA to be exact. It was growing bigger by the minute. She missed out on that date as she was rushed to the hospital with a severe case of cellulitis.
I am sorry for the "Ewww" factor of this particular story. Please, however, visit the following links for further information on MRSA or cellulitis.
I am in the process of some very personal and difficult work encompassing the physical, emotional, and spiritual aspects of my life. As I am changing, relationship dynamics cannot help but change as well, be it with family or friends. Sometimes, when things appear particularly difficult, I think it would be so simple, so easy to just go back to "how I was" or "how it was". But I know I cannot. For I have had glimpses of the fruit of this labor. Even though this work is hard and fraught with fear, as long as I continue to grab the hand of God, allowing His will to be done, the healing will come. This poem is how doubt, ever cunning, can creep in stirring internal anxiety.