13 Memes I Have Taken Part In
I love memes. They are like being part of a party. You get visitors, and go visiting, and don’t have to worry about how you are received. Here are 13 I’ve done.
1. Thursday Thirteen. I assume no explanation is needed.
2. Fiction Friday 55 – Write a story in 55 words.
3. PhotoHunt – Done on Saturday, you post a photo that matches their one word description.
4. Simply Delicious Sunday – post a recipe
5. Yummy Sunday – post a picture of food.
6. Tuesday Teaser – quote two sentences from your current read.
7. Wordless Wednesday – post a photo.
8. Weekend Writer’s Retreat – post any kind of fiction.
9. Picture Meme – post the sixth picture in your sixth picture folder.
10. NaBlPoMo – Post something every single day for a month.
11. Fiction Friday – any kind of fiction posted at any time and liked to on Friday. Dead at the moment, but will probably be coming back, pending certain changes over at Romance Roundtable.
12. Rumor. Used to be called Whisper. This is one I created. Now that I’ve settled into my new digs, I’m going to do it again. This time there will be more prizes. Lots more prizes.
13. Association. I just invented this one. It’s a fun, silly game involving coming up with a response to what someone else said. Come back here on Monday to see for yourself.
The hub is here
As always, I welcome the link to your Thursday Thirteen in my comments as well as in Mr. Linky.
Ah Maria, Welcome to Prague
Hey, I haven’t said a word to him about all the battle stuff he’s been covering. Honest.
If it seems that I have been focusing on the wars that Maria fought to the exclusion of all else, that is because, alas for Maria, that is what she was forced to deal with in the first years of her reign. As we have seen, defeat was far more common than victory. She never regained Silesia, she finally did get the crown of the Holy Roman Emperor for her husband in October of 1746, which occasioned a snotty remark from said husband to the effect that she didn’t wish to share the crown with him (she insisted he be crowned alone, she didn’t want to hog his Big Day.) because she considered it a lesser honor than the crown of Austria. But fighting continued on and off for another two years.
There were other pressing issues that Maria had to address as best she could while keeping the wolves at bay. Not the least of these was doing something about the fundamental structure of the empires society. Not that she told herself that she had to change society. It was just that she had this notion that a queen ought to be a Queen.
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Don’t Bargain with the Devil by Sabrina Jeffries p.50
Four In
Tonic: *splash, splash, splash*
Jill: Tonic! *yelling through the door* You are actually in the tub and not just plying in with the water, right? Seriously. Don’t just get your paws wet.
Jill: Weeeeell. At least you did get all four in.
Today’s theme is foreign
Previously in Jack and Jill: Numnumnum
The rules for Photohunt can be found here.
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Suzie’s House 154: Ben’s Story
Ben thought about writing about Drew and about Mom and everything, but it wasn’t like that time with Mrs. D and Gene’s dad. Things weren’t so clear to him this time. He wrote a few words, and didn’t much like them, or maybe just didn’t like the way they made him look to himself. Didn’t matter. He ripped out the page in his notebook and threw the words away.
So maybe that wasn’t it. Maybe what he ought to be writing was something completely different.
Then the best ever story came to mind. It was great. Big, epic, all mythological and everything. Some stupid thing about the people he lived with couldn’t compare. So that’s what he wrote;
229/365 Gerbils and Men
For years now I’ve been meaning to make a video called “gerbils and men”. My concept is funny, and I managed to use Microsoft movie maker to get part of it done, but I ran into problems getting music for it and saving in a web-friendly format. I suppose it will have to keep waiting.
An FBI Agent Opens a Car Door on Lover’s Lane
Continuing from where we left off last week.
A limp hand fell through the gap as Drew opened the door, the same hand that had been on the glass moments before. The woman gasped. The man glowered. Neither covered their nakedness.
“Excuse me,” Drew said.
The other car fell deathly silent. Groaning, Drew opened that door too.
Blood.
Cover blown, Drew made the arrest.
Next week it’s back to poetry for me.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Click on the badge to go to the hub.
