Suzie’s House 326 : Tracy to the Rescue
It was them! Emma saw them through the front window from the second floor of the abandoned house and shut up right then. She hadn’t done much singing today, but she’d gone to the abandoned house to sing every day since her brother moved back in, and maybe was overdoing it a little. She got up close to the window to see better and held her breath. The last thing she wanted was for them to find her here.
Not that she didn’t like her own friends, but the abandoned house was her sanctuary. She didn’t want to have to share it with anyone.
The Serialists of Oct 2nd
Featured Author: Novroz, who already knows where her story is going. hey, I’m impressed.
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Archery
Archery is one of the stronger sporting traditions in Mongolia, along with wrestling, and horseback riding. There are arrowheads laying around on/in the ground in Mongolia at about the same rate as in Montana – not something you’re going to stumble across all the time, but not a big surprise when you find one. There were a number of metal ones in the museums. The archers of Chengus Kahn are said to be one of the main reasons for his success.
The first ger camp we stayed at had traditional costumes for a man and a woman, a bow, and arrows available for tourists to play with. So we did. 🙂 During happy hour.
I’ll admit that I didn’t hit the target even once, but considering that it was only hit two or three times in the whole evening, I don’t feel bad. At least my arrows made it as far as the target, and even went over a couple of times.
What I found the most interesting is the way this particular bow was made. Besides the curved wood – which I expected – the inner curve was lined with bone for extra strength, and the wood and bone were kept together by a tight wrapping of nylon fishing line.
The arrows were about twice as heavy as the ones I’m used to, with a bunt head and a fletch I didn’t expect much from. When one would hit the target, it often bounced. Clearly, they weren’t intended as serious arrows.
Just a Quarrel
Tina (on phone): No, Honey, everything here is perfectly fine. Yes, I’ve had some problems with the roommate. He makes me quite frazzled, but frankly, he’s head over heals for me. So, when are you coming home?
Previously in Jack and Jill: Heaven Sent
The theme for this week’s Jack and Jill is head over heals as suggested by Brian Miller
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Home Stay.
They make it sound so exotic in the brochures – stay with an actual native family in their home. Eat what they eat, sleep where they sleep, do what they do for three whole days. Nervously, Theresa put her suitcase in a corner of the ger. Guide and driver long gone, she turned to the family and asked. “Where’s the bathroom?”
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.
Suzie’s House 325 : Supposed to be Writing
Ben had just got his three words for the day when Lisa shoved her notebook aside and sighed. He tried not to get irritated with her, but it was like this all morning. It was like she didn’t really want to be writing.
“Didn’t you just say you were going to outline?” Ben said. He could have said a lot worse.
“All my ideas went away.”
All right, so maybe Been could sympathize with that. His ideas turned into nothing on him all the time.
The Serialists of Sept 25th
Featured Author: Sheilagh Lee who is busy pulling her plot from the ashes. It’s been an explosive story.
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Grocery Shopping in Mongolia
I don’t normally travel with tour groups. If I can, I generally car-camp. I’ll stop off at restaurants that look interesting, but generally I hit grocery stores along the way and fix my own food. Since this tour provided food for most of the trip, I really didn’t expect to stop in at any grocery stores at all. To my surprise, we hit several.
Heaven Sent
Theodor (talking to his lab partner via phone): I know it’s taking a long time. She’s more cunning than I anticipated. Every time I think I have her cornered, she managed to elude me.
Lab Partner: Does it have to be this particular sample? Surely we can find other simian of the same caliber.
Theodor: No, no. It has to be her. She has could be the missing link. Perfect for our genome experiments. I believe this because she has the most alluring…
The Reception
They’d done this twice already and knew the drill. Disembark, collect the luggage, find the drivers, and go to the hotel. Tiring, but simple.
When they reached the ground, it was to find a wall of soldiers with a brass band waiting in the wings. After a moment of confusion, the Minister of the Military’s reception committee stepped to the side.
Wrong plane.
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.
13 Animals
Ok, enough with the goats. Time to show you what else I saw in Mongolia.
1.The “Reindeer Family” brought a family of reindeer for us to see. Well, a female and her offspring and a male, anyway. They didn’t bring more than that because reindeer don’t do well in such warm weather. It was up into the 70s.
Suzie’s House 324 : Inspiration
“I thought Summer Vacation was supposed to be an easygoing time of the year.” Lisa shoved her laptop away, skidding it across Ben’s dining room table. “I’m working harder now than I did when we had school.”
“Summer’s never been easygoing for me.” Ben kept on typing. At this rate he’d win the word war hands down, but Lisa told herself she didn’t care. Then he stopped typing. “Last summer Drew abandoned us.”
