Suzie’s House 542 : When You Get Down To It
Ben got half way down the stairs, then turned around and went right back. He didn’t make it to the top before changing his mind and heading down again. A little past half way he stopped.
“Got a problem?” Gene’s voice came from the top of the stairs.
Random 13
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2) I have fewer than 13 posts left to go on my Iceland trip. Aren’t you glad?
3) It’s supposed to hit 100 deg F here today.
4) A couple of days ago the low was in the 50’s.
5) I can’t decide if I should pull the blanket from the bed or not.
6) I’m finally over Viking music. Now I’m into Industrial Dance.
7) The cats keep staring at me.
8) I keep checking on the food dishes.
9) Because if the cat’s aren’t hungry, then why are they staring?
10) A little chunk of rainbow kept flickering across my desk.
11) I had to dump a cat out of my lap and hunt down the source of the rainbow.
12) Because rainbows that fly around the room for no reason are creepy.
13) Turned out to be a decorative prism in a wind chime outside. For ten minutes I chased rainbows.
Safe!
Zed and Zoe transitioned from the world of faerie to Earth on sheer willpower. When they arrived, they were too weak to confront the hoard of students leaving the biology department’s main building.
“Quick! Become small!” Zed shrank himself to his utmost.
Zoe left no more than a flickering impression as she followed to the size of a beetle. They hid in the grass while thundering feet shuffled past.
“Whewh! We are safe.” Zed wiped a brow.
“Not yet.” Zoe pointed to an army of ants.
The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Ronda Del BoccioBreadcrumbs: If you leave a link in my comments to the post where you rose to the challenge, then I will be sure to comment. If it’s hard to find you, I’ll assume you don’t want a visit
86 words. A nodding acquaintance kind of tribute to Zing and Zang
Suzie’s House 541 : Picnic
“Are you sure this is the right place?” Miranda was completely unimpressed by the rock quarry. Not that she’d been expecting a picnic table or anything.
“Fits with the direction he was headed when I got out of the camper.” Vin looked around, too, but probably not with comfort in mind.
Iceland Day 9
It was a day of ice and water, with a little lava tossed in here and there. First up was a waterfall you could walk behind.
The Urban Spelunker
Jack hid behind a pile of bricks while Toby set another moving pallet on top of the trap door in the old Merc building. The guy seemed real determined to cover it up. He probably robbed a bank and hid his loot in there – like the underground city would keep it safe. Hah! Jack headed for a hole in a wall that would get him into the rail tunnels. From there it would be easy to worm his way to the underside of the trap door. He couldn’t wait to find out what was stashed there.
The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Sandra CrookBreadcrumbs: If you leave a link in my comments to the post where you rose to the challenge, then I will be sure to comment. If it’s hard to find you, I’ll assume you don’t want a visit
Suzie’s House 540 : Change of Plans
Demyan found a seedy motel for the night. He liked it just as well as the five star hotel he’d stayed in when he first arrived in the United States. The queen sized bed looked like a good place to stash someone. Or maybe even leave someone to be found. Or simply to spend the night.
Ice Cave
We took a Super Truck tour out of Vik, which is the sothernmost village in Iceland, to a spot in the lava flows several miles to the east. There’s a glacier in the area. If you are lucky, conditions will be right for walking through the tunnels formed by glacier melt runoff. We were lucky.
Tabula Rasa
I stared out the window.
My editor expected another thousand words. My readers were complaining about two of my characters, neither of whom could be killed off anytime soon. I had a chance at an award if I could come up with something good enough. Nothing I thought up seemed good enough.
The longer I sat and stared, the less I could imagine and the closer came the deadline. Would I end up splashing dreck on the pristine page and end up panned again? Could I pay the mortgage if I did?
I stared out the window, seeing nothing but screen.
The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Dale RogersonBreadcrumbs: If you leave a link in my comments to the post where you rose to the challenge, then I will be sure to comment. If it’s hard to find you, I’ll assume you don’t want a visit
Suzie’s House 539 : Hopes and Schemes
Suzie left the boys in their rooms upstairs, re-checked the lock on the front door, then stepped into the kitchen. Drew and Vin were huddled up around the kitchen table while she checked the back door. Miranda came in from the bathroom as Suzie pulled a chair out to sit.
“So. What’s the plan?” She looked at each of them in turn.
Iceland Day 8
This day was all about fame and popularity. From the place where Of Men and Monsters practiced, to the worlds oldest parliament, then on to the geyser named Geysir, and the Golden Waterfall, We managed to cover a lot of ground.
Stitched in among all the walking and wool gathering was an airplane ride from Akureyri to Reykjavik, then bus ride from Reykjavik to Selfoss. Think flight from the North to the South corners of the island, then bus from West to East. The bus ride encompassed all of what most tourists to Iceland will see. It was the highlight reel.
But one of the people we spoke to while waiting for Strokkur geyser to perform said they had taken the rough road all the way around the island. I was jealous. Think of the bragging rights! He said it wasn’t worth the effort. Apparently their RV had not enjoyed the sometimes difficult road.
Personally, I was glad to have experienced The Golden Circle for future reference. Still, I was also glad to leave the crowds behind.
Wild and Crazy Guy
“Hey, check it out!” Martin, who normally wore old jeans, hiking boots, and a baseball cap entered the room in a red-smeared lab coat. “I’m a wild and crazy guy!”
“You? Crazy?” Matt, the guy known for arguing with traffic lights and trying to blow up an armory with a truckload of manure, sneered at Martin.
“Hey! I can be crazy.” Martin lifted his chin.
“Is that blood?” Toby, who may or may not have been responsible for the body found in the old Macy’s basement touched a ketchup smear with interest.
“I’m not that crazy,” Martin pulled away.
“Not crazy at all,” Matt muttered.
Ted nodded.
The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Liz YoungBreadcrumbs: If you leave a link in my comments to the post where you rose to the challenge, then I will be sure to comment. If it’s hard to find you, I’ll assume you don’t want a visit
