Fiction, Photo Prompt, Prompt

20 NOVEMBER 2020 Friday Fictioneers

20 NOVEMBER 2020 Friday Fictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter

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Take It or Leave It

by Tessa Dean

Standing on the curb, Roger and Marjorie looked the house over. It would need a lot of work to make it presentable. The rest of the property required an excellent gardener’s touch. Marjorie didn’t think it was worth the trouble. However, Roger was in love with the property. He started to list what needed to be done to fix up the property to resell it and came up with a rough estimate on the costs.

He turned to the real estate agent and started to haggle over the price. “The owners won’t come down anymore. Take it or leave it.”

**********100 words**********

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

#Whatdoyousee, Fiction, Photo Prompt, Prompt

What Do You See? 11-16-2020 #56

What Do You See? 11-16-2020 #56

Sadje brings us her weekly “What Do You See?” Monday Challenge.  Here’s the photo:

Rules:

You can write a post on your blog and create a ping-back to link to the original post.

Write an original story, poem or a caption.

I will try to re-blog your response on my blog.

There is no limit to words or format but keep it family-friendly.

I will do a round-up next Sunday before the next Prompt is posted.

Please tag your responses with #Whatdoyousee

Or

#WDYS

Does this picture inspire you to write something?

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He Shouldn’t Have Missed Curfew

By Tessa Dean November 2020

It was an hour past my curfew, and I know my mom would be furious. There was nothing I could do, but ready myself for my punishment. Mom was very inventive when it came to punishments. I dragged my feet down the street. I was already late, so why rush the inevitable.

I could see the light on in the living room and her face pressed against the glass peering out, looking for me I knew. I didn’t move any faster. I was still dreading this. Then as I watched, I saw her slide down out of sight. What just happened?

I started to hurry. Had Ma fainted? She wasn’t prone to fainting, but what else could have happened? I raced across the yard and reached the door. I pushed on it, but it wouldn’t budge. She must have fallen against it.

I turned and ran to the side of the house to the window and peered in. “Ma? Ma? No, Ma, please, no.” I smashed the window and climbed inside, not noticing the cuts from the broken glass. The blood, there was so much blood. I raced across the room and turned her over. Her throat was slit. Her eyes were lifeless.

I hurried upstairs to check on my little brother. He was dead in bed. Blood everywhere, his throat slit and his eyes also lifeless.

I was in shock. Who could have done this? Oh God, what if they were still here? I got up and started back downstairs to look for the phone. Ma’s cellphone would most likely be in her pocket, which meant he would have to touch her again.

Searching quickly, he picked up the phone and ran back outside, and stood in the middle of the street while dialing 9-1-1. He screamed into the phone that his Ma and little brother had been murdered, their throats slit. There was blood everywhere, and he was all alone, and he needed help. “Oh God, please help me,” he whispered into the phone and sank to the asphalt on the street. Sirens sounded in the distance.

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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

Fiction, Photo Prompt, Prompt

30 OCTOBER 2020 Friday Fictioneers

30 OCTOBER 2020 Friday Fictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

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Teddy

by Tessa Dean

Anita stooped to tie her shoe, knocking her bag over and spilling out the contents for everyone to see. She began to blush as the other kids started laughing. Tears seeped down her face, and a boy she didn’t know closed her bag and helped her up.

“What’s your name,” he asked.

Tearfully she replied,” Anita. Why aren’t you laughing at me like everyone else?”

He unzipped his bag and showed her the contents. He, too, had a small stuffed bear in his bag.

“What’s her name,” he asked.

“Sunshine.”

“Sunshine meet Rambo.” He shyly took her hand in his.

**********100 words**********

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

Fiction, Photo Prompt, Prompt

23 OCTOBER 2020 Friday Fictioneers

23 OCTOBER 2020 Friday Fictioneers

Rochelle’s Rules:

PHOTO PROMPT – © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Puppy Woes

By Tessa Dean

“Jennifer, get inside the dining room and set the tables. It’s time to serve lunch,” her mother yelled from the back door.

“Oh, Ma, do I have to,” Jennifer asked whiningly. “There’s a puppy out here, and it is so cute. Can we keep it?”

“Listen, you know we can’t afford a dog. Get those tables set so we can start serving lunch.”

Jennifer snuck the puppy inside and started setting tables.

There’s a shriek from the kitchen, and then the puppy runs out with two steaks in its mouth, an angry cook behind it. “Now, you’ve done it, Jennifer!”

*****100 words*****

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

Fiction, Photo Prompt, Prompt, Writing

Photo Challenge #337

Photo Challenge #337

-Pinterest

Butt-Warming

By Tessa Dean

Glancing around at the properly dressed people waiting in line at the showing of the new year’s “Artist of the Month,” Sarah felt out of place. Sean was wearing a tuxedo, a gorgeous pinstripe, but she had on a short, white dress, her favorite. She wore it frequently, and if you looked close enough, you would notice a few stains from her wine.

Her hair was pulled up off her neck rather than simply hanging like she usually wore it, but it had been just shoved into place with a few pins to hold it up. She didn’t have the money to have it done properly by a hairstylist.

The waiter was coming by with another tray of wine glasses, and Sarah was going to reach for another one when Sean squeezed her hand, a simple response to tell her no, that she already had enough. She pouted prettily at him, but she knew that later, there would be more wine at his place.

The line moved, and they were inside the building. This artist was up and coming. His paintings were old-fashioned but well done. The colors were vibrant.

As they stood there staring at the huge frame in front of them, she felt Sean move and place his hand on her butt-cheek. In shock, she almost forgot they were in the public eye. His hand was massaging gently, and her dress was creeping up even higher. She started to sink into him. Abruptly he pulled his hand away, and she almost fell. She glared at him. He winked. “Later,” he whispered into her ear.

*****266 words*****

Rules:

Use above image as inspiration for a poem or short story.

Alternatively,

If you are an artist or photographer, use this as an opportunity to showcase your own work.

You have 1 week to complete this challenge.

Please credit the artist!

When you’re done, TAG the post Photo Challenge and MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie, and add your link to the Link Button. Also don’t forget to link to this post or copy your post’s URL into the comments. We can read your post sooner that way.

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