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Tune-In Tuesday


I know its been awhile since I’ve posted at all let alone one of my prompts, but I’ve been in another of my occasional funks. It seems that the second everything evens out in my life, something happens to send me spiraling right back down again. This song is very fitting for my mood. Maybe it’ll spark something in your inner psyche.

WANTED: Challenges & Weekly Prompts

Searching for recommendations.

Last year, I was part of a weekly challenge to write a story a week based on a weekly prompt. Although I didn’t participate every week, I loved being a part of the small community of writers. I’ve searched for other weekly challenges and prompts, but it’s hard to find the good ones. So I figured I’d ask here to see if anyone could recommend good sites that have weekly/monthly challenges. Flash fiction, micro-fiction, poetry, short stories….

If you know of any, please make a list in the comments.

Thursday’s Daily

I know my prompts are not always easy. They are not defined by rules or narrowed down to a single situation. Sometimes, having so many options makes it that much more difficult to start. So I’ll make it a bit simpler with this post. This week, I will focus on a truth of sorts.

Who are you?

Take a look at your life right now. Whether you are on top of the world or sitting at the low end of a very tall totem pole. Can you remember a single event that brought you to where you are today? What made you the person you became? Dig deep. Look into your inner depths and tell me who you really are.


Saturday’s Daily

Is it Saturday already? … my, how time flies. I’ve been watching Helix on Netflix. Funny how I never gave it a chance before seeing as it’s right up my alley as far as genre goes. Viruses, immortality, end of the world shit…. Yep, all the good stuff. Which brings me to this weeks scenario. It’s a little on the dark side….

You (or your character) have been captured. But so have two people very close to you. Whoever those people are is up to you ( son & daughter, lover & friend, mother & father, even complete strangers ) the combinations are endless. Whoever has you captured is playing a sick & twisted game. Behind Door #1 is the first person. Behind Door #2 is the second person. You (or your character) has to make a choice. The fate of the two people is in their hands…. they must choose who lives and who dies. The situation and events are entirely up to you. Make a choice out of love, make it out of revenge or don’t make a choice at all.

Use this as a chance to open up the darkness inside or make it a lighter fluffier version. Only you can know where your imagination will take you.

Meh. Didn’t know what else to do with it…

Noon tomorrow.

Randall Newton abruptly ended the voice mail, his chubby fingers smashing the tiny button several times before it finally gave in. The last message played itself over and over in his mind like the echoes of a theme song you can’t get out of your head.

Noon tomorrow. Noon tomorrow. Noon tomorrow.

No name, no number, but the message itself was as clear as a neon sign. Bring me my money or else. And no one knew money like good ole’ Randall Newton. But summers as an accountant had always been the toughest for Randy. ‘Course things got worse when his love of money started to extend beyond office hours. Here and there (and everywhere in between) he liked to take it to the track. Or to the casinos. Or the local bar. What’s a boxing match between friends, right? And as his love of money grew stronger every day, his luck at gaining it back, however, did not. As times grew tighter and money was in even shorter supply, Randy made a deal with a devil in the form of a loan shark. Ten thousand to get him back on track.

This time, however, he royally fucked up. He’d been slowly siphoning money out of their daughter’s college account, one he knew his wife Cheryl would never notice was missing. Or at least not before he had a chance to replenish it. And even though he had every intention of using the ten thousand to fix his mistakes, something told him to go for the gold. To bet it all. Put the whole of it on a sure thing. And so he did. That day he drove to the jai alai and bet to win. He won so big that he’d have enough to replenish the college savings and pay off his loan in one fell swoop. But that wasn’t enough. He wanted to have all that and then some. So he bet again. And lost every penny. The story of Randy’s stupidity made it very quickly back to his loan shark and that same night the length of time Randy had to pay back his loan was suddenly cut in half.

That was a draft I found that I was working on from months ago. It was based on a prompt from ThainInVain‘s flash fiction challenge last year… one that I never got around to finishing. Figured I’d post it for shits & giggles. I had it sorta plotted out, just never finished writing it. Was going to have him win super big at some point and then pick up his winnings & leave. As he left, he’d run into one of the people he’d met at the tables out in the parking lot. Maybe a cute red head who would schmooz him up and then convince him to continue their little “chat” in a more private place. She’d get him alone and steal the money. Panic ensues and he embarks on an adventure to get the money back. OR for a darker turn of events, he’d run into someone in the parking lot who would chat him up, maybe ask for a cigarette. He’d reach into his car to get it at which point the antagonist would pull a knife and try to steal the money. Fight scene occurs and either he ends up dead or he ends up killing the other guy which gets him into even more trouble. Could call it “Blood Money.” Haha. I’m a genius, I swear.

Thursday’s Daily

So now its that time, kiddos. Time to meet your inner child and check your inhibitions at the door. I’ll give you two options and you can choose whichever one tickles your funny bone. But whatever you decide, I want to hear about it.

TRUTH: Have you ever had the giggles in an inappropriate place?? … c’mon, we’ve all been there. Choking back our laughter in church, trying to stifle it during a test, even hiding our hysteria at a funeral. It doesn’t make you a bad person, whatever the situation. Sometimes, emotions strike us in the oddest of times or in the strangest places. Think back to a time that you, or someone you know, had THAT kind of day. Or, if you’re truly one of those blessed with an ability to control your inner urges, fictionalize it. Tell me a story that’d make me… uh, giggle in an inappropriate place.

DARE: For those of you who don’t mind getting your hands a little dirty, I offer you another route to take. Find a neighbor, preferably one you’re not too familiar with, and ask to borrow something. If you’re of the shy variety, it can be something as simple as a cup of sugar or an egg. Or, to liven things up or if you truly want to get to know your neighbor, tell them you had run out of things to watch and you were hoping they had a good DVD or book they could lend you to pass the time. Who knows, it may be the beginning of a new friendship.

These things can be fact or fiction…. I have no rules. Only that you let your imagination take you wherever it may go. My goal is simply to provide a little nudge (sometimes physical other times mental) to help you think outside the box. Have fun!

Wednesday’s Daily



v. as·cend·ed, as·cend·ing, as·cends

1. To go or move upward; rise: The balloon ascended into the clouds.
2. To slope upward: The trail ascends to an outcrop overlooking the valley.
3. To rise from a lower level or station; advance: ascended from poverty to great wealth; ascend to the throne.
4. To go back in time or upward in genealogical succession.

1. To move upward upon or along; climb: ascended the mountain.
2. To slope upward toward or along: The road ascends the ridge.
3. To succeed to; occupy: ascended the throne upon the death of her father.

[Middle English ascenden, from Old French ascendre, from Latin ascendere : ad-, ad- + scandere, to climb; see skand- in Indo-European roots.]

as·cend′a·ble, as·cend′i·ble adj.
Always thought it was a pretty word. It reminds me of angels and their flight into Heaven…. So now it’s your turn. Give me 500 words wherever this may take you. Tag your response RMMW Wednesday or better yet, pingback by linking this post. Share your vision.