Writing My Life

Now and Then

Second in a Series of My Losing Entries


As promised, I am continuing my continued ongoing attempt to humble myself before my reading public – Alice and a few others – by publishing the entries that were relegated to the “thanks-but-no-thanks” bin. Because of the amount of work that goes into most any kind of writing, I wanted this little piece to enjoy being read by a few more folks. 

The rules were these: 

  • 200 words
  • must use the following words: bulldozer, plant, jam, simplicity, and cookie
  • somebody must get slapped

Got it? Just in case, the required words and action are in boldface. =) 


Cookie decided she better answer him even though the history teacher looked past her to me. My friend’s voice skipped an octave. “Uh, because women didn’t have the same opportunities to explore the world?”

“Possibly, Miss Abbott,” Mr. Theobold said, and then he turned and planted his size fifteen wingtips close to my desk. “Can you add any insights, Azalea Jones?”

I flinched when a bit of spittle squirted from his mouth to my forehead. Glaring at this pathetic excuse for an educator, I pulled a Kleenex from my backpack, blotted away the saliva, and then jammed the tissue into my pocket.

“No, not really, Mr. Theobold. But I’m pretty sure I know what mighty revelation you’re ready to share, thus confounding the simplicity of our feminine minds.” Dad always likened me to a bulldozer when backed into a corner, and now I wanted to level this jerk.

The smirk warped into a grimace and his voice smoldered. “What do you think of that, class? Miss Jones reads minds. Do you know what folks called women who demonstrated such skills hundreds of years ago?”

“Intuitive. But I bet you were going to say ‘witches,’ right?”

That’s when he slapped me. 

Author: rbs

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4 thoughts on “Second in a Series of My Losing Entries

  1. Hi. I read this the first day you posted it but didn’t have the proper time to think about a reply so I decided to wait. (Midweek gets muddled for me sometimes–classes, the gym–not to mention spring.) I don’t see how this didn’t win because I think it’s great! Now, as reluctant as I am to critique anyone’s writing–especially someone as capable as you’ve proved to be–I think the only thing I would call to your attention is the beginning POV. The way it begins, I assumed it was Cookie’s story, but then it switched to Azalea’s inner thoughts. Would a slight adjustment of the beginning make a difference, so that we know immediately this is Cookie’s story? I realize you were working with a strict word limit, however, and most people would probably not even notice, but I remember a professor telling our writing class over and over that “anything that takes the reader out of the scene even for a moment should be rethought.” Having said that, I LOVED the ending line and you did get every single required word in there! There are some thought provoking moments here! A tip of my hat to you!

  2. I love that kind of feedback, and I think you are spot on! I’m searching for a writing group – shall we start one?

    Thank you for taking the time to think about your response and then sharing such a helpful review!

    You’re the best, Ms. Alice!

    • Which one of should move? 😀 You’re so gracious! I’ve been worrying that you’d think I was too nit-picky because truly what you have is a real gem–at least to me!

  3. Pingback: … revise, Revise, REVISE … «

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