FFfAW – Spanky

My sweet dachshund, Spanky, loved going to the woods and hills and run. We use to take him there when we went hiking. That was his favorite thing to do. I loved seeing him so happy.

When Spanky passed away, we decided to bury him in the hills that he loved so much. We carefully buried him and put rocks over his grave so other animals wouldn't dig up his remains.

I know that Spanky is still there running in the hills with his friends. It brings me peace to think of him running in those beautiful hills and woods.

100

Thank you Pamela S. Canepa for our photo prompt this week.

This is my 100 word true story for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. We are given a photo and approximately 75-175 words with which to create our stories. It's fun and everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click HERE.

To read other stories submitted for this challenge, click on the blue froggy link below:






 

FFftPP- The Little Black Dog

My little brother's blonde hair bobbed on top of the kitchen cabinets as he grabbed the container of chocolate pudding. He opened it and ate to his great delight. Before four year old Terry could get rid of the evidence, our dad came walking into the kitchen.

“WHO OPENED THIS?! I WANT TO KNOW RIGHT NOW, WHO OPENED THIS?”

Terry's lower lip quivered as he stuttered out his response,

“A l l little b b black d d dog came in and o o o opened it.”

(Dad looked at him with a fierce look).

“A little black dog, you say?”

“Yes, a l l little b b black d d dog c c came in and o o opened it.”

(I'm sure our dad struggled to keep from laughing).

“…For the thousandth time, I promise you, it wasn't me!”


This is a true story.

This is my submission for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner, kindly hosted by, Roger Shipp. He provides us with a prompt photo and approximately 200 words with which we create our stories. This challenge is open to all who would like to join. For more information, click HERE.

To read the other stories submitted for this challenge, click HERE.

Do You Believe in Santa?

One year, several weeks before Christmas, my children and I were in the car getting ready to go Christmas shopping. My son was about six years old and my daughter was about three years old. Out of the blue, my son confidently said,


“Mommy, I know there isn't a Santa Claus. It's you and daddy.”



Saddened from hearing this and because I didn't want the Santa experience spoiled for my daughter, I quickly replied,


Oh really?” Did you know that when you stop believing in Santa, he stops coming?”


My son's eyes became huge and with complete sincerity, he promptly answered,


“OH, I BELIEVE, I BELIEVE!!”


I have often wondered, why believe in Santa Claus?


When I was little, I loved believing this jolly, round man left me gifts under the Christmas tree. I always knew the true meaning of Christmas had nothing to do with Santa Claus, but to me, he was a wonderful old man that made Christmas “magical.”


I cherish all the memories of my children and their Santa Claus experience, just as I treasure my childhood memories of my Santa Claus experience.


Santa Claus ignites the fuel to our Christmas imagination with child-like magic, enchantment and joyful anticipation. Santa Claus teaches us the importance of giving and the fun of receiving. To me, he brings out the better part of ourselves. He brings out our child-like innocence.


Not believing in Santa was not an option in our home. So, if anyone asks me if I believe in Santa Claus, I will whole heartedly reply,


“I BELIEVE! I BELIEVE!”

 

Free Write Challenge

I was nominated by Prakash Hegade with “itsphblog” for the free style writing challenge. It’s Fun. You can read his detailed post HERE.

So here goes the RULES of this challenge:

1. Open an MS Word document

2. Set a stop watch or your mobile to 5 minutes or 10 minutes whichever challenge you think you can beat.

3. You topic is at the foot of this post BUT DO NOT SCROLL DOWN TO SEE IT UNTIL YOU ARE READY WITH A TIMER.

4. Fill the word doc with as much words as you want. once you began writing do not stop even to turn.

5. Do not cheat by going back and correcting spellings and grammar with spell check in MS WORD (it is only meant for you to reflect on your own control of sensible thought flow and for you to reflect on your ability to write the right spelling and stick to grammar rules)

6. You may or may not pay attention to punctuation and capitals. However if you do, it would be best.

7. At the end of your post write down ‘No. Of words =_____’ so that we would have an idea of how much you can write within the time frame.

8. Do not forget to copy paste the entire passage on your blog post with a new Topic for your nominees and copy paste these rules with your nominations (at least 5 bloggers).

GOOD LUCK!

I was given with the topic Train Journey

The only train journey that I have been on is the Narrrow Gauge Railroad which takes passengers from Durango, Colorado to Silverton, Colorado. It is a fun day trip on a very old rickety train. Once you get to Silverton, the passengers goi around looking in the shops and have lunmch there in Silverton and then after a few hours, we all get back on the train and ride back to Durango. The scenery is fabulous t5hrough mountains and forests and rivers. Some places the train is high on a cliff that you can overlook to the canyon. It is a bit chilly and one needs to take a sweater or light jacket. I noticed that Silverton is now a tourist trap and all the shops are geared toward touristy consumers.

I decided to do the 5 minute time as I don’t have that much experience with trains to write for 10 minutes. I still have 2 minutes left and I have already run out of things to say about trains. I am stopping her at 1 minute and 30 seconds remaining.

3.5 minutes = 182 words (and lots of mistakes)

Nominations:

I choose to leave the nominations open to anyone who would like to give it a try. It’s fun and challenging. If you decided to take up the challenge, please leave a pingback to this post. Thank you!

You are given the topic, “Blogging”


Assignment #15 – Voice

Today’s Prompt: Think about an event you’ve attended and loved. Your hometown’s annual fair. That life-changing music festival. A conference that shifted your worldview. Imagine you’re told it will be cancelled forever or taken over by an evil corporate force.

How does that make you feel?

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For some reason, this assignment has given me absolutely no inspiration. I have racked my brain trying to think up something to write about that might show me my voice. I am curious, I want to know what my voice “sounds” like. I also want to know what it “sounds” like to those who read my stories and posts?

Do I come across harsh, negative, and abrasive?

Do I come across wishy-washy and fake?

Do I come across as a know-it-all?

Since I cannot think up something to write about that will reveal my “voice” to me, please tell me what my “voice” sounds like to you?

 

Serially Lost Part 2

Writing 101 Assignment: Serially Lost Part 2

Part 1 can be found HERE.

My depression became so severe that I had a psychotic break, where my mind lost touch with reality. I was taken to Albuquerque, NM to see a psychiatrist and I was in full-blown paranoid psychosis/depression. She had me hospitalized immediately in a mental health facility. I was placed in the restricted ward of this hospital so I could be watched more carefully. This is the ward that suicidal patients were placed. Surprisingly, there were quite a few patients in this ward.

My bed was in a large room which was shared with about seven other women. The first thing the nurses did was make me strip down so they can count and note all my scars. They take away all possessions, including shoe strings. I wasn’t allowed to have anything.

As soon as I finished my incoming check with the nurses, I started pacing, back and forth – back and forth. My mind was filled with extreme worry. It felt as though the entire world was on my shoulders. It was an extremely terrifying feeling.

After a time of pacing, one of the nurses on the ward joined me and began pacing with me. At first, she said nothing, just continued to pace with me. After awhile of our silent pacing, she asked me, “What is wrong?”

I replied to her, “I can’t tell you.”

Somehow, she was able to get me to sit down at a table with her. She asked me again, “What is wrong, please tell me what is wrong.”

I answered her with what I believed, “I can’t tell you. If I tell you it will come true.”

She responded, “No, it won’t come true. I promise it won’t come true.”

I knew I had a choice, to either trust her or not trust her. I had lost trust in everyone at this point but for some reason, my inner voice told me to trust her.

“It’s the end of the world.” I said with trepidation, hoping and praying that the roof of the hospital wouldn’t fall in for saying it.

She softly answered, “No. No, it’s not. It’s not the end of the world.”

I quickly realized the world didn’t end. At that moment, I finally began my long process of healing.

The Conversation from Hell

Assignment #12 Writing 101


Today’s Prompt for Writing 101: Write a post inspired by a real-world conversation.

Today’s twist: include an element of foreshadowing in the beginning of your post.

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The good news is, she lives 6 hours away from me right now. The bad news is, she is moving back to my area in three weeks. I am referring to my sister. She is like a walking, living, breathing human tornado that destroys, or tries to destroy everything and everyone in her path. (I wish I were joking).

I answered the telephone this morning and the voice on the other line automatically put me on high “red-alert.”

My sister, Chauna is on the other line and she immediately informs me, “These people here are trying to declare me incompetent and take all my money away from me. They are all trying to steal from me.” (These people = her daughter, son-in-law, brother, mother).

Because I don’t believe one word of it, I say, “No, I don’t believe that. They have no reason to steal from you. Why do they need to steal from you Chauna? They have plenty of their own money.”

“Well,” she says, “I can’t explain it but they are and I’m getting the hell out of here.” (Big City). She starts whining, “They tried to steal my RV from me and now I can’t get it out of the consignment place until May 8.”

I remind her, “They put it in the consignment place because you told Rex to handle it for you because you wanted to sell it. He is just trying to sell it for you!”

Now she begins barking, “Well he didn’t ask me if he could put it in the consignment shop and now I can’t get it out until May 8. He should have asked me if he could do that. I would have told him I would only put it in the consignment shop if I could get it out anytime I wanted to.”

By this time I am getting very frustrated, “How was he suppose to know you wanted to be able to get it out anytime you want to. You don’t even have a truck to pull it with.”

Then she immediately states, “Well I might have wanted to get it out and he didn’t ask me if he could put it in there and I’m madder than hell at him.”

I ask her, “So this is all about control not really about the RV?”

“Well, maybe.” She stated, then adds, “I should have had control of that RV not Rex!”

(This horrible conversation continues for 15 more minutes then turns to something else).

After listening to her barking for 20 minutes I am really getting exasperated. She begins to tell me, “He (her daughter’s husband) has declared my daughter incompetent and has taken over all of her money.”

I am stunned, “What? Why would he do that? That doesn’t make sense!”

She further tells me, “She says that Rex will not allow her to see me anymore unless I hand over the control of all my money to him.”

I am shocked. “What?! (I highly doubt this is true). Why would he want to take control of your money? I just have a hard time believing that.”

“Well he did!” She states matter-of-factly, ” I can’t stand him. He’s a snake and I can’t stand him.”

I am really wanting this conversation to end, “So this all about the fact that you dislike Rex so much you are willing to give up your own daughter?”

“Yes, I am.” She informs me, ” I am not having him control me or take control of my money.”

I inform her, for the thousandth time, “Chauna, you have GOT to go to the doctor and get on some medicine.”

“No I don’t.” She barks, “I don’t need medicine! I need to get the hell out of here!”

“Yes, Chauna, you do.” I further remind her (once again), “You have a chemical imbalance and you need medicine to control it.”

She starts her barking again, “Everybody thinks the world’s problems can be solved with a f—ing pill!”


(OMG, Help ME! And she’s going to be here in 3 weeks)


* Names have been changed. I am not exaggerating this conversation. If anything, I have tamed it down and removed all but one of the curse words.