Day: November 3, 2022

#threethingschallenge, Fiction, Prompt

Three Things Challenge #M136

Tessa

Prompt Rules:

Welcome to my daily Three Things Challenge!
Our numbers now begin with a prefix of M (the Roman numeral for 1000) and I’ve introduced a theme each week. The words can be used in a variety of contexts, so use your imagination and see where your creativity takes you. Your post doesn’t have to be connected to the theme and you can use all three words, two or just one. There are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre, but please keep it family friendly.
Tag your responses with 3TC, #threethingschallenge or TTC, and add my logo if you wish.

This week’s theme is DREAMS
Your three words today are:
HAUNTING
NIGHT
VISION

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Haunted House?

By Tessa Dean November 2022

I read in the online news that there was a haunting in a house near me. It was located in the wooded area at the end of the street. The house was old and falling down. It certainly looked haunted. I talked my friends into exploring the house with me. Since we would be going at night to get the full effect, I talked one of my friends into borrowing his father’s night vision goggles from the military. His father was going out for the night, so he wouldn’t know what we were up to.

We approached the house just after dark, and the sun had fully set. Even though this was my idea, I realized I was more scared than I had let on. My friends looked to me for guidance. I tried to relax and headed up the walkway to the front porch of the house. Boy, it was dark, but with the night vision goggles, I could see everything clearly. Everyone was behind me, each armed with a flashlight, but I found the lights messed with the goggles. I told them to turn them off so I could see.

I opened the door, and we all entered. The door slammed shut, which made us all scream. The door hadn’t locked, so I continued on. I walked through the downstairs, and it wasn’t until I reached the second floor that I realized that I was seeing a boy I didn’t know. I spoke to him and asked him who he was. He didn’t say a word, just stared at me. I went up to him to touch him, and my hand went through him.

Now was the time to get out of there. We all turned and ran downstairs and out the front door. I gave Jonesy his father’s goggles back and headed home, vowing never to return there. I don’t know who that boy was, but he wasn’t real if I could put my hand through him like that.

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Tessa – 

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses

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

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

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

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

Fiction, Prompt, Word of the Day Challenge

Mundane – Word of the Day Challenge

Tessa

Rules for the Word of the Day Challenge:

Today’s word of the day is Mundane.

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I take a second look at my to-do list, but all I find on there are mundane tasks that need to be done. Where is the fun?

Tessa – 

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses

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

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

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

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

#YDWordPrompt, Non-Fiction, Prompt

Grouch – Your Daily Word Prompt

Tessa

Rules for One Daily Prompt:

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You would be a grouch too if you were late to dinner and bed all the time because the nurses were late giving out meds plus taking your blood sugar which has to be done before you eat, and they come just before the meal, causing you to be late to meals.

Tessa – 

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses

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

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

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

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

#writephoto, Fiction, Photo Prompt, Prompt

#WRITEPHOTO – Fog

Tessa

K L Caley’s Rules

Tractor – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a red tractor about to head into the early morning fog.

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Farming Ain’t For Me!

By Tessa Dean November 2022

“Ouch!” I grabbed my toes and massaged them. “Dammit, why must I trip over the bed frame every morning when I get up. I know it is there, for heaven’s sake,” I yell at my still-sleeping spouse. “Why did I let you talk me into buying this farm? I am not a farmer, I hate early mornings, and it is a lot of work.”

“Russell, why must you do this every morning? I don’t have to be up for hours, and you wake me up every morning screaming at yourself for something you surely can learn to avoid. How many times do you have to stub your toes before you remember to step away from the bed before walking?”

“Ahh, easy for you to say, Lisa, as you are more awake when you get up. I have to be up before the sun rises, and I am still asleep as I get wakened up by the baby crying most of the night. You finally go back to sleep after you finally get her settled, and therefore, you aren’t so tired. Try keeping my hours and see how you deal with the morning. Plus, it is dark in the bedroom, so you can sleep. I try not to wake you up too, but my poor toes.”

“Russell, at least you aren’t getting up and taking care of the baby during the night. I try to get to her as quick as possible. I hear her stirring with the baby monitor so I can get to her faster.”

“It would help if you would turn it off after you get to the room. I lie here listening to you two the whole time through the monitor.”

I look out the window and see by the lights out by the barns that it is a foggy morning again. I can’t see the tractor at all, but then most nights, I put it in the barn, so I shouldn’t see it.

I am slightly more awake by the time I eat and get ready to go to the barn, but I thought I left the tractor outside last night. So where was it? Puzzled, I head to the barn. It was not in there. I head out to the fields, where it is in the distance, all but invisible due to the fog. I have no idea why I left the tractor out in the fields. I vaguely remember getting off the tractor to take a wandering sheep back to its pen, and I must have decided to quit for the night and just left the tractor there. Farming is definitely not for me.

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Tessa – 

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses

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

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

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

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