It is day 23 of the Third Second Annual 30 Minus 2 Days of Writing challenge hosted by Nicky and Mike at We Work for Cheese and today's prompt is There are things. For more insight into all kinds of things, head over to WWFC.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Saturday, February 22, 2014
It's Only A Dream
It is day 22 of the Third Second Annual 30 Minus 2 Days of Writing challenge hosted by Nicky and Mike at We Work for Cheese and today's prompt is It's only a dream. Head on over to WWFC for a peek into some more dreams.
Fear rises, heart pounds
Silent scream, frozen in place
Eyes open, relieved
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How often have you had a scary dream and were able to wake yourself up? It seems when I'm having a dream that I know is going to end badly for me, I manage to wake up before anything happens. Sometimes it me waking up just in time, but other times it is actually me telling myself that this is not real...it's only a dream.
Friday, February 21, 2014
Pizza Pizza!
It is day 21 of the Third Second Annual 30 Minus 2 Days of Writing challenge hosted by Nicky and Mike at We Work for Cheese and today's prompt is Yes, I made that. Head on over to WWFC to see what the other participants have cooked up.
Who doesn't love pizza? I always look forward to pizza night, which is usually every other weekend. There are a number of places nearby that would be happy to deliver us the semi-hot pizza of our choice for $9.99 or whatever is the deal of the day.
However, according to my husband, the best pizza doesn't require a phone call, an internet connection or a tip for the driver. The best pizza place is our own kitchen.
Start with a ball of homemade dough, add sauce, cheese and your favorite toppings and bake. Then sit back with your favorite beverage and lose yourself in the deliciousness that is pizza. This is my favorite, pepperoni and onion.
Lest you think I do it all, it is a team effort. Hubby takes it out of the oven, slices it and serves it up.
Who doesn't love pizza? I always look forward to pizza night, which is usually every other weekend. There are a number of places nearby that would be happy to deliver us the semi-hot pizza of our choice for $9.99 or whatever is the deal of the day.
However, according to my husband, the best pizza doesn't require a phone call, an internet connection or a tip for the driver. The best pizza place is our own kitchen.
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| Yes, I made that. |
Lest you think I do it all, it is a team effort. Hubby takes it out of the oven, slices it and serves it up.
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Chaos
It is day 20 of the Third Second Annual 30 Minus 2 Days of Writing challenge hosted by Nicky and Mike at We Work for Cheese and today's prompt is Chaos. For more chaotic tales check out WFCC.
This is my brain on 30M2DoW. When you write it like that it sounds like some deadly chemical or a drug used for mind control. Oh no! Anyone know if there's an antidote?
This is my brain on 30M2DoW. When you write it like that it sounds like some deadly chemical or a drug used for mind control. Oh no! Anyone know if there's an antidote?
Troubled brain
Clogged up
Bogged down
No refrain
My eyes close
Freaking
Shrieking
Panic grows
My eyes open
Blinking
Thinking
Start again
Clogged up
Bogged down
No refrain
My eyes close
Freaking
Shrieking
Panic grows
My eyes open
Blinking
Thinking
Start again
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Alligator's Anonymous
It is day 19 of the Third Second Annual 30 Minus 2 Days of Writing challenge hosted by Nicky and Mike at We Work for Cheese and today's prompt is Tastes Like Chicken. Now fly on over to WWFC for more tasty treats.
"Hi, my name is Albert, and I'm an alligator."
"Hi Albert! Would you like to tell us a little about yourself and what brings you here?"
"I don't taste like chicken. I hate it when people compare me to a such a fowl creature."
"You tell it Albert. Let it all out!"
Albert continued.
"I am strong and powerful, and I eat chickens. I will not be compared to the likes of those scrawny-legged wimps. They are just...well, chicken. Where do you think the phrase chicken-hearted comes from."
Clapping and cheers errupted from the others which validated Albert's feelings.
"Whoo...You go Albert...Yeah!"
"Hi, my name is Albert, and I'm an alligator."
"Hi Albert! Would you like to tell us a little about yourself and what brings you here?"
"I don't taste like chicken. I hate it when people compare me to a such a fowl creature."
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"You tell it Albert. Let it all out!"
Albert continued.
"I am strong and powerful, and I eat chickens. I will not be compared to the likes of those scrawny-legged wimps. They are just...well, chicken. Where do you think the phrase chicken-hearted comes from."
Clapping and cheers errupted from the others which validated Albert's feelings.
"Whoo...You go Albert...Yeah!"
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So what else can you find when you Google "tastes like chicken"?
Behold! A band named Tastes Like Chicken.
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