100-word Challenge: Wisdom of Patience

100word challengeProfessor Capstick walked steadily towards the staffroom. The opportunity to add three additional courses to the program excited him. He knew the other professors at Stoicism Institute for Higher Wisdom would also be thrilled and anxious to discuss the best three of the dozen possibilities.

He turned the knob and swung open the door. What he found inside stopped him cold. Instead of celebrating the added educational possibilities, all seven were just arguing amongst themselves while Professor Hornsbee lay bleeding beside his desk.

“Have you lost your minds?” shouted Professor Capstick.

“Not at all,” said Professor Jamieson. “Only our patience.”

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Today’s Prompt…all seven were just arguing amongst themselves…

100-word Challenge: Dawn

100word challengeHis iPhone announces the time. It will be dawn in two hours, leaving him time to change his clothes and arrive for his seven o’clock shift. No one will suspect a thing. After all, he is a law-abiding citizen.

He grips the shovel and follows his ex-wife. She had suggested—insisted—he participated in her get-rich scheme. He obliged, knowing it would put an end to the alimony payments.

“Breathe a word about this,” says Wanda, “and I’ll testify you threatened me, forced me to help you.”

Tim smiles. And so it begins except this time, he has a plan.

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Today’s Prompt…and so it begins…

100-word Challenge: Sacrifice

100word challengeThe weary soldiers marched into the night with quickly-fashioned torches to illuminate their way. The thick forest shrouded them in darkness, stealing rays of moonlight from their path. Their trip was a solemn one, fraught with fear and danger, but they trudged onward.

The victory of the previous day’s battle still fresh in their mind did little to comfort the men as they carried their leader home. He who had slain the evil wizard as darkness fell, saving his kingdom and people from slavery. Yet, he had sacrificed his own safety, and when the daylight returned, the king was dead.

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Prompt: …when the daylight returned the king was dead…: https://jfb57.wordpress.com/2015/03/23/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week172/

Wrong Vice

100word challengeGage swung opened the door and peered inside. The musty smell struck him, then the dust dancing in the sunlight pouring in the window. The frolicking particles indicated his victim had run this way.

Stepping deeper into the shed, he noticed an open back door. “Damn,” he cursed. Lumbering forward, his plaid jacket caught on a vice secured to a thick wooden workbench. He yanked it free.

From behind, he felt a heavy thud. His vision blurred as he dropped to the floor, landing in a soft mound of rodent droppings. The scent was overpowering, and he sank into unconsciousness.

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Winter is the Night

Sun shineWhen I was young and snow covered the ground, I walked into the woods and listened. The stillness fascinated me. It was as if the world had stopped, as if I were the only one walking Earth.

Is there night when snow is upon the ground? Is there darkness? I don’t ever recall it being too dark to explore. It seemed as though the snow lit the forest and provided enough light to mark my way.

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The Fog That Inspired a Story

Fog5x5It had been a glorious August day in 1990. I had set out in my twelve-foot row boat around noon. The sun was shining and the water was placid. As usual I was alone, settled in the centre seat with my fingers wrapped around the blue oars. My boom-box sat on the seat in the stern on top of a sweatshirt and towel and beside my sneakers.

Most of the time I sailed barefoot. I loved the feeling of cool wood and salt water on my skin. I could climb in and out of the boat, walking through knee-deep surf, without worrying about wetting my rubbers.

Rubbers…I don’t recall owning a pair back then. I either went barefoot or wore my ocean sneakers. These were old sneakers I wore without socks to places I couldn’t go barefoot.

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The Ocean Between Them

Ocean Between Them 5x5Cindy Fletcher rocked back and forth with the rhythm of the boat. She kept telling herself she knew where she was, but her inner voice wouldn’t listen; it knew she was lost. She pulled her hoodie around her and peered into the thick, white fog. It had consumed the row boat within minutes, erasing the shoreline and casting Cindy and her childhood friend, Michelle Purdy, into a cloud-like world.

The fog had devoured every sound save the oars striking the water. Michelle rowed in the direction both believed would take them to the wharf where they had rented the boat. In thirty minutes, it would be Cindy’s turn to row again. It would also be 7:00 pm, marking the fourth hour in the fog.

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