#threethingschallenge, Fiction, Prompt

Three Things Challenge 493

Three Things Challenge 493

Pensitivity101 Rules:

Welcome to The Three Things Challenge.
Below are three things that may, or may not, be related. Simply read the prompt and see where your creativity takes you.
You can use one, two or all three words in your post, there are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre apart from keeping it family friendly.
You can use 3TC, #threethingschallenge or TTC as a tag and my logo if you wish.
Invite us along by creating a pingback to this post, then leave your link in the comments so that other people can read your writings and I’ll see it to respond to you directly. You might like to check out some of the other contributions while you’re there.

I schedule the challenge to go out around 6.30 am UK time, but pingbacks have to be approved manually so might not show immediately. This could be because I’m late accessing my blog or due to time differences, but I will get there, I promise!
I look forward to reading your responses, and as always thank you all for your continued support.

Your three words are:

SOFT
FEAR
MORNING

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The Birthday Party Part 18 (Part 1Part 2Part 3Part 4Part 5Part 6Part 7Part 8Part 9Part 10Part 11Part 12Part 13Part 14Part 15Part 16, Part 17)

By Tessa Dean January 2021

Ginny was spending the night at the Banks’ house tonight as the weather had turned nasty and the snow was flying and the roads were icy. Thomas feared for her trying to drive home in this weather so a conference was held between the three parents and it was decided that Ginny could stay the night, but she had to promise to stay downstairs in the living room and on the couch. Thomas and Ginny were still virgins and had sort of decided to wait until they were married and so they weren’t planning on any hanky panky.

Sometime in the early morning Ginny felt a soft item hit her followed by elbows and knees. “Thomas?” Ginny asked groggily.

“Nope,” a very childish voice answered. Ginny got up and turned on the lamp by the couch. It was Anthony and his favorite blanket, now ensconced in her lap. “Anthony, what are you doing up and down here with me. How did you get out of your crib?”

Anthony sucked his thumb and just cuddled closer to her. Picking him up she headed upstairs mindful of the promise to stay down there on the couch, but surely bringing Anthony back up to bed wasn’t going to be a problem.

She went into his room and the crib side was still up. Anthony now knew how to climb out of his crib. She went to the master bedroom and knocked on the door. Mr. Banks opened it and looked out. “What’s going on? Why are you up here? Anthony?”

“I am sorry Mr. Banks, but Anthony came downstairs on his own and climbed into bed with me. I brought him up here only to find out he managed to climb out of the crib. It looks like it is time to move him to the big boy bed that is waiting for him.

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Tessa – 

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses

New Author’s Website –http://www.tessadeanauthor.com

Author – Old Writing –  http://www.finallyawriter.com

About my life –  http://www.tessacandoit.com

Author of a book, a work in progress on the blog, https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/

Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.

I am also a youtuber in the authortube section on writing. See my videos here:  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCSpNS-6gfJ0s8eD1berLwQg

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