Three Things Challenge #476

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Your three things today are:

MISTRESS
EXPECTATION
ANYWHERE

My wildest dreams could not compete.
For such promise to come anywhere near bespectacled, bow-legged, book nerds such as myself, impossible.
I found her in a book. At least, I found the spell, temptation.
When I began to gather ingredients, it wasn’t serious.
Preparing the room was a laugh. Expectations were non-existent.
But there must have been a seed of hope. Otherwise, why did I take such care. Reading and reading again the words. Setting everything up, just right.
Candles fluttered, and curtains flapped in jerky, convulsive shudders.
Then, centre of the pentagram, there she was. Resplendent! Magnificent!
I squealed like a girl, danced on the spot, spinning, and spinning, hands to my face.
The spell promised a friend, confidante, love, and wealth. In one fair bundle.
A glimpse in the mirror as I spun past and I stopped.
Reflected back was not that  beautiful, statuesque woman, straight out of Vogue.
This was a withered hag, thin and grey, straggly hair, and toothless face, grinning at me.
Mistress,” she croaked, a spider crawling from her mouth.

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Take Seven – 8th January

Take Seven 8 January 2021 by Pensitivity101

Words: Add All Basic Being Bit Determined Hidden Knew Lean Lurking Measured More Show Sneer Started There Tin Tired Treat Wobble Work

My effort below

I’m tired of feeling rejected.

The lurking depression, basically hidden but measured by how easily I feel hurt.

It all adds up. No matter how determined I am to show strength, I wobble.

I’m not alone. Many of us feel this desperation; if people only knew.

They say, it is not about you. We don’t treat you any differently.

You look at me, at my cushy world and sneer.

You don’t understand how much energy it takes to overcome the negative self-talk.

At work all you can see is how unreasonable I’m being because I’m tough. My expectations are high, of us all. Not just you.

Bit by bit I need to prove there is more to me than the lean offering I share.

I wear the tin badge of self-appointed sheriff, started so long ago; first line of defence.

Friday Fictioneers – wasted

Friday fictioneers stuff

Photo prompt @ Jan Wayne Fields

Every time I glimpse the stuff it pains me.
I quiver with resignation of the writing dream.
Tucked away in a corner, dreams put aside. Hopes doused.
Mountains of ‘how to write’ books.
Stashes of notebooks. Such cute covers, always another one.
The many quality pens presented to ‘the author’ as hopeful gifts. Perhaps this would be the golden pen, the one that writes the bestseller.
The detritus of dreams. Corkboard, thumb tacks, paperclips. The laminator!!!
Collecting all this and not doing the work.
Reality bites. No matter how much stationery I collect, the words won’t write themselves. (98 words)

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a story in response to a photo prompt – in 100 words or less. You can find other stories here.

Three things challenge #470 – Friendship

Three Things Challenge #470. Today’s three things are:

LURKING, STARTED, THERE

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I saw you lurking there, every day as I passed the tube station entrance.

At first, I was nervous. Were you a danger, I wondered?

I became curious and would glance your way a little more each time.

My curiosity gained strength. I made excuses to pass your way.

I’d Benny out for a walk. He was an excellent judge of character.

He loved you immediately. You loved each other. It made me smile.

We began to nod in recognition. Smiling at the friendship.

One day I stopped and said hello.

You shook my hand and I asked, “Do you need anything?”

“A little food, now and then. Friendship.”

Friendship was easy and food was plentiful.

We started a kerbside family, with hotpot from home, occasionally fish and chips from the chipper down the street.

You brought me out of myself, away from my own small worries. You gave me purpose other than work, bills, weight to lose.

Then one day, you had gone. Nobody knew where. I never found out.

Friendship found, then lost. Loneliness threatened.

But I looked up at the sky underneath we shared so many happy times and knew that I would be okay. I could be as lonely or as involved as I chose.

Benny and I had learned awareness and now looked outside ourselves for happiness. (222 words)

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Simply 6 Minutes – the Rascal

Simply 6 Minutes 5Jan21

I thought it was love.

He thought I was dinner.

I’d been nurturing a friendship with the little beastie for several weeks. Leaving food out, little tidbits of apple, pear and sometimes banana. Chestnuts if they were available, sometimes walnuts or brazils.

Gradually we began to move closer together until the day that I sat in the forest and he took from my hand. We kept this up for two weeks.

I would generally bring my lunch down and my sketchbook.  I’d eat and draw, and he’d sneak closer and grab whatever I’d left down. This would happen several times over a couple of hours.

The day came when he climbed into my lap and then the day that after eating out of my hand, in my lap he stayed for a nap. We were buddies. We were pals.

Then I thought this was going so well, I’d try offering from my own mouth. He wasn’t too sure about that one. He wasn’t confident about being on his hind legs reaching up to my face. He’d try but get shy about it and wander off.

But he kept looking over his shoulder and circling. He was clearly pondering the problem.

At last, he made a decision and climbed into a tree, hanging on to a low branch. He screeched until I came over to see what he wanted. I stood there talking and trying to calm him. He kept at it, until I came closer still. I kind of got what he wanted (I thought) and put the nut between my teeth.

He quietened. Then reached slowly forward, getting closer to the nut, being held in my teeth.

Then he jumped onto my face and began biting and scratching and screeching. He held onto my nose with his tough little teeth.

I was screaming like an animal in a trap, which effectively I was. Running around and screaming and pulling the little ratfink away from my face, but he just held on. Then I grabbed a boulder.

Guess the rest! Yes, squashed little buddy and yours truly with a broken nose and bleeding face.

And I will never again trust a cute and cuddly woods creature. (6 minutes)

  1. Set up a timer or sit near a clock so you can keep track of the six minutes you will be writing.
  2. You can either use one of the prompts (photo or written) or you can free-write.
  3. Get ready and write for 6 minutes, that is it! Can you write a complete story? Can you think of a new Sonnet? Can you write 400 words? 400? 500? There are no restrictions on what kind of writing you do, but you should try to be actively writing for six minutes.
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