Jill: So Mom says if we can’t get rid of this rock then she’ll move back in with us. It looks heavy.
Jack: It is heavy. I think it’ll take a crane to move it.
Jill: I have just the thing.
Sometimes it sounds as if the house is breathing.
A soft, quiet sound.
Might be from the leaky faucet or the old furnace.
Might be the scrapings in a distant gravel pit warped by old walls.
Might be wild-running imagination.
Nothing but to shrug and say, “Old houses make strange sounds” and let it go.
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.
1. Canadian Rockies – Banff, Mt. Robson, Glacier
2. Mexico – Puerto Vallarta, Mexico City, Guadalajara
3. Mount St. Hellenes not long after it blew itself to pieces
4. China
5. Caribbean – Barbados, Martinique, Venezuela
6. Canada – Quebec, Montreal, Ottawa
7. Belize
8. Lake Powell
9. Mexico – Cabo San Lucas
10. Galapagos Islands
11. Grand Canyon
12. Washington D.C.
13. Las Vegas.
No doubt she wouldn’t have said it if she’d know Bruce was standing right behind her. Then again, she knew his locker was next to hers. How could she not notice him? It wasn’t like Bruce tried to hide. He hated being ignored.
“I can’t believe the got first place? I mean, all they did was play a song. Could you even tell if they have any talent? It’s not like my baton twirling.”
“Shut up, Stephanie,” the girl’s friend said, looking right over her shoulder at Bruce.
Hey, Serialists, it’s good to be back. I’m doing things a little differently this week to support the fine authors (Ann and Robin) who contributed episodes while I was in the back country where there was indeed no satellite coverage; no phone and no internet. I’m putting both last week and this week in my sidebar at the same time. Please go visit both if you have not already.
My featured author is Ann. Thanks for keeping up with it.
This is the hub for The Serialists, a meme for people who post original, serialized fiction on their blogs. If you have one or more posts you would like for us to read, please put the direct link(s) to the post(s) in the linky. Remember to visit one another and comment. We all want to hear from our readers.
Sorry to disappoint those who were waiting to see my fantastic camping pictures. I’m not sure if it was the overcast skies or what, but I didn’t get any good shots. This is the best I could do.
We had a great time. Only actually got rained on a couple of times. At one point the pollen from the trees had collected on the sides of the tent so when the rain washed it away, it ran in bright yellow rivers. Very odd looking.
We did a lot of hiking and not that much eating, so I managed to lose a pound or two. I’m hoping to turn it into a trend. But as soon as we got back, I sat down in front of my computer, and now I’m right back to all my old bad habits. Well, maybe tomorrow I’ll go for a walk.
Featured Author: Sorry, this week I’m going to have to hold off on the feature as I’m out camping right now. I’ll pick someone next week. As soon as I get back I’ll be around to see what all you’ve written. In the meanwhile keep those serials going.
This is the hub for The Serialists, a meme for people who post original, serialized fiction on their blogs. If you have one or more posts you would like for us to read, please put the direct link(s) to the post(s) in the linky. Remember to visit one another and comment. We all want to hear from our readers.
Seriously, isn’t it the best time of year to get out there and commune with trees and such? Well, that’s what I’m doing. All week long. So, no Suzie’s House this week, or anything else for that matter, except for The Serialists, and I won’t be able to pick a featured author nor set it up in my sidebar this week. I’ve got it all set for autopost, and it’ll stay at the top until I get back. Then I’ll be around to visit everyone. Unless I figure out how to get online from the top of a mountain. Then I’ll be around sooner. Likely? No, but you never know.
Tina: So you see, I’m going to disown my daughter completely. No more visiting, and I certainly won’t try to live with her again. I much prefer to be with you, my dear, beloved sister.
Gertrude: You sure you aren’t going to change your mind and move out again?
Tina: It would take a meteor through the roof to make me move out.
From overhead: CRASH!!!! BOOM!!!
Previously in Jack and Jill: Morning Light
The theme for this week’s Jack and Jill is Meteor hole in the roof as suggested by The Walking Man
Want to see what I can do with a word or phrase? Make a suggestion.
“Isn’t this a great neighborhood? Everything is easier here. Even this intersection. You’d think it would be a lot harder to turn left on to such a busy street. I tell you, this intersection is golden.”
(ten minutes later)
“Well. Sometimes it’s golden. Sometimes it just looks like it.”
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.
1. A tent
2. Sunscreen
3. Bug spray
4. Sleeping bag
5. Water jug
6. Tarp
7. Blankets
8. Rain poncho
9. Hiking boots
10. More blankets
11. Granola bars
12. Toothbrush
13. folding chair
Technically speaking, Reymond Ungar didn’t have any duties right that moment. At least nothing had been said. But as a teacher in the gym when school talent show ended would normally be expected to monitor, wouldn’t he?
Featured Author: OldEgg who has kept Ahu going great. Thanks for the continuation, Robin.
This is the hub for The Serialists, a meme for people who post original, serialized fiction on their blogs. If you have one or more posts you would like for us to read, please put the direct link(s) to the post(s) in the linky. Remember to visit one another and comment. We all want to hear from our readers.