Warmup Wednesday!

Directions: Write a scene or an entire story of 100 words on the nose (no more, no fewer), inspired by this photograph. No judging. All fun. (Normal Flash! Friday guidelines regarding content apply.)
Don’t forget to add your Twitter handle & link to your blog, pretty please.

And a few words on how your week’s going, please! What song best describes your week so far?

 This week’s Warmup Wednesday challenge: in honor of the publication anniversary of Winnie-the-Pooh (Oct 14, 1926), include a favorite childhood toy/lovey.

Creek and Bridge. CC2.0 photo by Jason de Runa.

Creek and Bridge. CC2.0 photo by Jason de Runa.

7 thoughts on “Warmup Wednesday!

  1. PRICELESS (100 words)

    By looking at us, people might think our family didn’t have much – but we had plenty. Dad had a job and Mom had her health.

    My brother Johnny and I didn’t ask for toys. After chores we spent hours swimming or poking around in the woods. He and I would have “boat” races over at Sander’s creek. We’d drop sticks far upstream and run along the banks shouting encouragement to our racing teams. The wooden bridge was the finish line.

    No, we didn’t have many things, but the love in that little house was rich.
    A song describing my week? The first thing that comes to mind is “On The Road Again” because I just traded in a tired (pun intended) old ‘67 Volvo for a 2004 Toyota Highlander. It’s pretty fancy for me. I feel like I’m driving a friend’s father’s car. Zoom Zoom!


  2. The White Rabbit

    The white rabbit had slipped from the house again. This time it was at the bottom of the garden, staring at the trees beyond the river and twitching its fabric ears. Today the shallow water flowed slowly while willows still wept on the banks, trailing their brown fingers in the water. I stood beside the abandoned toy rabbit and looked down at it. Of course it would not look up at me now. Would not speak in that silent voice that used to whisper in my ear in the days before she walked into the woods and did not return.

    100 Words

    This week I’ve been prepping some more for NaNoWriMo, working on some bits and pieces of other stories, and melting in a heatwave. Hopefully it will rain today and my cooler brain will be able to think a bit faster. And now I sound like one of Pratchett’s trolls o_O

    As for a song describing the week – I guess The Nightmare Song (When You’re Lying Awake With a Dismal Headache) from Iolanthe gives a good description – at least the headache part (www.youtube.com/watch?v=qA93YkOq7sk), but hopefully by tomorrow it will be more like The Parlotones’ “Dance” (www.youtube.com/watch?v=PCSrxXTyg3c)!


  3. Pluck’s Fate

    “Pluck, me bear, he’s mine.” I scream like crazy anteater.

    “Little Fako, you scream all you want. Pluck goes with Tinker. He’s wormy rotten stuffing,
    his eyes a broken bulge, his right arm, a stump.”

    “Pluck, me bear, me sleep dream friend. Me!”

    “Fako, he ruined, go cross bridge into Tinker’s land.”

    “I rip you head clean off. Tinker’s steal Pluck,
    sell me bear. Pirates! Brigands; They swashbuckle olde Pluck.”

    “You wear me plastic heart out, Little Fako. Pluck a wreck of wadding.
    He useless. Get you new bear when money finds my pocket.”

    “Liar, to hell. Tinker be damned!”

    100 words of wise-dom

    The sun is coming. An all day indoor workshop today. Whew! Song…Monday Monday


  4. Once More

    They’re spreading your ashes upstream. But I’m waiting at the bridge turning a stone over in my hand, warming it. For a moment I’m eight again, staring at our reflections in the water. You, me, and Mr. Bunny throwing pebbles into the clumps of river grass below; I’m cheering as the puffs of smoke rise into the water. I didn’t understand it wasn’t magic, only sediment—and everything sinks. Mr. Bunny’s head pokes out of my purse. He needed to be here too. I drop the rock, sending up a puff. Once more it’s magical. Once more, goodbye isn’t permanent.

    100 words

    Long, trying week but at least there’s light at the end. The Mighty Mighty Bosstones “Impression That I Get” came on today and really reminded me, this too shall pass. Another day breathing is a another day to write. So it can’t be all bad! 🙂


  5. The ice in the creek melted early this year. It was already nearly gone, and the calendar still read February. Another six weeks of warmth meant another six weeks of death.

    The pigs went first – they squealed something fierce, but couldn’t run fast enough to escape. Then the folks who’d gotten hurt over the winter. We used to try to protect them, but after the spring of 44, we gave them what they wanted. They never took all of us, of course. We were their livestock, as the pigs were ours.

    The ice in the creek melted early this year.


  6. “Buddy and Jack”

    How that confounded dog got up the stairs in the first place, I may never know. He could barely walk across the kitchen in his old age, but somehow, he had found a way. The half-drowned teddy in the river was proof enough of that.

    I fished him out, sopping wet, missing one ear from his adventure. I scolded poor Buddy far harsher than I meant to. After all, he missed Jack as much as the rest of us. His old teddy was the one thing left that still smelled like him.

    We all miss him, Buddy. We all do.


    The week is going well so far. My song, for the week, would have to be Paperback Writer. (Attempting to start writing again.)


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