Gramma, carry me piggy-back up the stairs!
I can’t. I’m OLD.
You’re not o-l-d!
Yes I am.
You don’t look old.
Why don’t you think I look old?
Because of your hair.
If I had gray hair, would you ask me for a piggy-back ride?
NO!
Good bye Ms. Clairol!
Tag Archives: postaweek 2011
… 50-word NON-fiction: BETTER Than Fiction
He attended clown college, and she won All-American honors in gymnastics.
He twisted skinny balloons into flowers and giraffes.
She traded the uneven bars for a wheelchair – after the accident.
They met then married. Never easy, they make it work.
Two people who help each other laugh – even after 20-plus years.
… 50-word fiction: Las Vegas 2015…
Sixty-plus huddled in the boxcar; children, too tired and hungry to ask, “Are we there yet?”
Their parents prayed.
The train finally slowed to a crawl, and the families jumped off. All lumbered east towards abandoned houses silhouetted against the rising desert sun.
Shelter and ancient artesian wells fueled their hopes.
Las Vegas means "The Meadow"
… 50-word sci-fiction: ALTERNATE UniversAL Studios’ Star …
His break came when he landed the dancing lead in Foot-Lost, a musical flick aimed at the younger crowd.
Never one to be type-cast, he later refused to recreate roles like the space cadet in Astro 13.
Now Vinek Coban enjoys playing bad alienoids like Bastian Wash in X-Oids: The First Ones.
Vinek Coban, star of FOOT-LOST, ASTRO 13, and X-OIDS: THE FIRST ONES
… 50-word freaky fiction: Possession
“Sid must have hit a dead zone,” I thought after the dropped call. Waiting a minute, I punched in “7” when a string of “z’s” suddenly zoomed across the screen. I pushed the “home” icon, but the z’s changed to “y’s” until a sentence stuttered its message.
“Y-y-y-o-u-r c-c-c-c-a-l-l-e-r i-s-s-s d-d-d-d-e-a-d!”
… 50-word fiction: Truth Among the Lies …
“I love you,” he whispered between kisses.
I didn’t buy the words or believe the kisses. So I laughed.
“You don’t believe me?”
“How often do you say that to girls you kiss?”
He stood and started for the door.” Does it matter as long as I’m telling the truth?”
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Note: This 50-worder is in response to NaBloPoMo’s August 8th prompt – “Do you always tell the truth?”
… 50-word RoMaNTiC fiction: Impossible Dreams
She contemplated her sisters as they gazed at odd couples attending the party – Ron and Hermoine; Bella and Edward; Piggy and Kermit.
“It was happenstance that they met,” said Coincidence.
“You know what transpired after that was destiny,” said Fate.
“And it’s phenomenal we’re even having this discussion,” said Miracle. 
… 50-word historical fiction: 1912
The ocean-liner featured a first-class, saltwater swimming pool, heated via nearby boilers.
Knowing women may not be welcome to dive in, she purchased the latest swimming costume anyway.
But April 14th came all too soon. Sadly, only men, poor women and children took the saltwater plunge.
None wore swimming suits.
… 50-word fiction: 1959 …
Nothing could hide it. Not her perfect page-boy or her expensive dresses. My friend said the roof of her mouth was missing. That’s why she drooled all over herself. That’s why we couldn’t understand anything she said.
Not that she talked to us.
But we didn’t talk to her either.
… 50-word fiction ~ EVERYday for 31 days …
Note: Because I have absolutely NO challenges in my life, and because I have little to do, I decided to bring on some craziness as I am SO sane and all. To jazz up my days, my writing, and my attempt to stave off Alzheimers, I registered with NaBloPoMo AGAIN. How could I not? The theme is FICTION!
To place time constraints on this project, I decided to play around with 50-word Fiction/Stories. I may scrimp on the word-count, but hopefully not on creativity. Let me know what you think. About the stories; NOT my mental condition.
Bug-out Bag
Why didn’t I take Family Home Evenings seriously? Especially nights when Mom
72-Hour Kit ~ aka Bug-Out or Blow-Out Bags
produced giant garbage bags and begged us to organize 72-hour kits.
B-O-R-I-N-G.
I thought Mormons did this for “fun.” And to prepare for IMPROBABLE catastrophes.
Wrong-o.
I didn’t know about the Zombie Apocalypse. Why didn’t Mom mention that?
SOME things never change. Mom still can't drive a van.
Writing My Life 