Stand Tall.
Grow to your highest potential.
Show them all what you’re made of,
even if no one will stand by your side
and only those who
will never see from your vantage point
come around.
Even when cold winds roar down the canyon
to rip at your leaves
and strain your roots
stand tall.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
On Monday’s and sometimes Wednesdays I post stuff people have forwarded to me in email. I know, like you haven’t already seen it. In a few weeks, that will probably change as I make some adjustments to my lineup. Anyway, this is from one of those emails.
I wish I had a magic wand that would take away fat. Then I could eat ice cream all day and still fit in my genes.
Monkey Man hosts the 160 Character Challenge. See what you can write in 160 characters or less, spaces included.
Jack: I thought you said it would be easier once we got across the desk.
Jill: How was I to know Alice has been busy?
Gin: oink.
Today’s theme is Looking Down
Previously in Jack and Jill: The Long Treck Across a Desk
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Did you write a serial this week? By serial, I mean original fiction that uses the same character or characters as other posts you have posted. If you did, link to it here:
Now go and visit others who have posted serial fiction on their blogs. I’ll keep an eye out for your comments while going to visit myself, and will feature who ever impresses me most next week.
She was doing it. She was really doing it. Lisa typed away on her laptop, watching the words fill the screen.
Well, maybe fill was too strong a word. They appeared. She had no idea where they came from. They were simply there when she reached for them. It had taken her the better part of an hour, but she’d managed to come up with enough of the phantom sentences to cover one page.
“Wow, look at that. All that rock.” Boss man shook his head with a grin of admiration.
“Yeah. Nice view,” employee said, looking at the mountains. Not that they needed anything pretty for what they had in mind. It’s not like the factory would have any windows.
“Yep. Just about perfect.” Boss man stooped to scoop up some pebbles.
Oh. He hadn’t looked up this whole time.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
Heather expressed concern that I might not have enough reading material just because I’m actually re-reading a book. I’ll admit it isn’t something I make a habit of, but I think this will show that I do have some choice here:
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It’s been a heck of a Spring. We went for week after week of cool wet weather. This, along with an unusually large snow pack, resulted in the river getting as high as I’ve ever seen it. Luckily, the levies through town are pretty high so I doubt we’ll actually get flooded, but there have been many other places along the river where people have to wade to get to their front door. I’m thinking if we do over flow the banks, sandbags will be at a premium.
About a week ago we had two and a half days of high winds. They actually blew some of the shingles right off my roof. I’ve called a couple of roofers, but since people took damage all over town, I’m not surprised that I could only get answering machines and have not been called back.
Now it’s raining again. So far i haven’t had to put any buckets out, but it still bothers me that there are places on my roof that look like cow licks.
And then I hear from my internet friends about weather that is much worse than mine. One friend posted a picture her husband took showing the beginnings of three funnels. Yikes!
So, how’s your weather? And how are you?
Not to self – got to go buy potatoes.
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> With a 5-lb potato sack in each hand, extend your arms straight out from your sides, and hold them there as long as you can. Try to reach a full minute, and then relax.
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> Each day you’ll find that you can hold this position for just a bit longer. After a couple weeks, move up to 10-lb. potato sacks. Then try 50-lb potato sacks.
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“You think you’ve got it bad? When I was a kid we had to walk through snow drifts all the way up to our waists. In polyester miniskirts!”
“But that’s what I’m wearing today!”
“At least you have a choice.”
Monkey Man hosts the 160 Character Challenge. See what you can write in 160 characters or less, spaces included.
Gin: Meooooow! (translation – “Are we there yet?”)
Jill: Hang in there, everyone. I’m sure we’ll get through here in no time. Then it’s only a bit further to home.
Jack: You’ve been saying that since the gas ran out.
Jill: How was I to know the desk would be so cluttered?
Jack: We are talking about Alice Audrey’s desk. Of course it’s cluttered!
Gin: Meow (“True that!”)
Tonic: Woof! (“You said it!”)
Today’s theme is Cluttered
Previously in Jack and Jill: Missing
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