Category Archives: FICTION

Fiction – Stories I make up for fun

Short Story – Stephanie’s Diary

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Short Story – Stephanie’s Diary

This is another short story I wrote way back in 1985. It was for an assignment in a writing course I was taking. I’d send in the ‘homework’ and it would be edited with helpful tips by the teacher. I went through the whole course, and got my diploma.

This story she wrote in red ink that it was excellent. There were a few corrections, which I fixed. I don’t know how excellent the story is, but it was fun to write.

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Dear Diary …

Now, what am I supposed to write about? Mama gave me this little blue book with a lock on it and a tiny gold key, and said I could write about thins that happened to me every day. She called it a ‘Diary’.

I don’t know if I can even spell it. Let’s see … d a i r y, d e r r y, d i a r y. None of them look right. Oh, stupid me, here it is on the front of the book. Yeah, it’s d i a r y. Well, I still don’t know what to write. Seems kind dumb to me. I don’t want to write what happened today. I’ll remember probably forever!

Today was such a dumb day. First, I couldn’t find my tennis shoes, then when I finally did find them they had mud on them. Mama yelled at me,”Scrape it off in the trash can, not the floor!” Boy, she yells at me for nothing. I was gonna clean it up. I might have waited till after school and after cartoons, but I’d clean it up.

Well, I got to school and the teacher asked for homework papers. I forgot to do that dumb old math. She made me feel like an idiot in front of all my friends – in front of Frankie! Oh! He’ll never like me again. He probably likes Roxanne better now. She had her homework all ready to turn in. And she’s not even as cute as I am. Well, I was so embarrassed I cried. Teacher didn’t have to yell at me. I may not go back to school ever again.

Well, Frankie sat by me at lunch and he said he thought she was the meanest teacher he’d ever had too. That made me feel better. He’s such a hunk! Those gorgeous brown eyes. I never told anyone, but he kissed me once. I thought I was gonna faint, but instead I acted so dumb. I started giggling and couldn’t stop. Then Frankie started laughing too, so it was ok.

Mama says ‘tone it down, tone it down’ when I laugh. I can’t help how I laugh. She says it sounds too loud, like a horse whinnying. Well, somebody out to tell her that she laughs the very same way. Because she does. I guess I get it from her. But no – nobody’s gonna say that to her. Only little kids get fussed at for dumb stuff all the time. Let’s see …

I went over to Kelly’s house after school. She said she had a new Barbie doll to show me. She still plays with dolls – all the time! I don’t like ’em very much anymore. I must be more grown up than she is. ha ha ha!

I told her Frankie was my boyfriend, and she just looked at me like I was too dumb for words. She thinks boys are gross. I tole her she’ll change her mind one of these days when she’s as old as I am. She’s only eight, and I’m already eight and a half. Well, after we tried on my new ‘Pink Passion’ lip gloss and looked at her new doll, I had to come home.

Oh no, Mama just hollered at me to hurry up and go to bed. I’m not even tired yet. Maybe tomorrow won’t be so dumb and I can write something good in here.

Signed

Your friend,

Stepahnie

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© 2020 BS

 

Short Story – Crown the Wild Child

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Short Story – Crown the Wild Child

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This is a short story I wrote way back in 1985. It was for an assignment in a writing course I was taking. I’d send in the ‘homework’ and it would be edited with helpful tips by the teacher. I went through the whole course, and got my diploma.

This story she wrote in red ink that it was excellent. There were a few corrections, which I fixed. I don’t know how excellent the story is, but it was fun to write.

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Crown the Wild Child

If you look up the name Stephanie in a what to name the baby book, you’ll find it means “crowned”, as in wearing a crown, ruler over all. This is one Stephanie who thinks it’s true.

With her thick, shoulder-length blonde hair bouncing, she enters the room and immediately everyone in the house knows she’s there. Her favorite greeting, “Hi, Mommy, hi Daddy!” is yelled to whoever may be there, be it man, woman, or child. If you’re not quick in covering your ears, they will be tortured as a high, piercing whinny comes out the child’s mouth. this is her normal and frequently used laugh.

Skipping across the dining room she doesn’t notice a glass of cherry red Kool-aid that falls and shatters on the floor in her wake. She looks out of her mischievous brown eyes and asks her friend if she’s seen the gorgeous new hunk of a boy that just moved in down the street. “He’s so sexy,” she gushes and swoons as if in love.

At age eight, the same age as Stephanie, her friend thinks boys are yucky, and secretly wonders if Stephanie is really a sixteen year old midget. Boys are Stephanie’s main topic of conversation .

School is Stephanie’s downfall. A necessary evil that must be endured for the required seven hours. Acting in her usual wild manner, she has her name put on the blackboard several times a week, with check marks sprouting after it like weeds after a rain.

After Stephanie stays after school for fifteen minutes’ detention, her ride home is harrowing. As she leans out the car window, her arms waving wildly, everyone in a two block area can her her screaming like a banshee to schoolmates the embarrassing refrain of “Hi, Mommy, hi Daddy. Call me at home, and I love you” to all the boys.

After getting home, Stephanie makes a quick pit stop by her personal file – the garbage can where with a blizzard of papers flying, she rids her notebook and book bag of all the evidence of notes sent home for disruptive behavior, and schoolwork with bad grades. At all cost her mother must never see these papers.

On Friday nights Stephanie is ready to stay overnight with her best friend. Already at her friend’s house, she calls her mother on the phone to beg permission. Standing with the phone propped up to her ear with her shoulder, she fiddles with a myriad of objects on the desk. Stuttering and pausing, she tries hard to get the words right in order for her mother to understand her.

Her facial expressions tell the story. As her barely visible brows frown then arch, and her closely set brown eyes sparkle, her thin chiseled nose sniffs and her mouth purses. She looks like a mouse trying to get through a maze. First standing on one foot then the other, she fidgets around, then with her back against the wall she slowly slides to the floor. Finally, with a shriek and a leap, she drops the phone and whinnies her good news.

On her face is the look of a triumphant winner. Head held high, eyes shining, she is smiling as if her ‘crown’ were really up there.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace☮️

© 2020 BS

 

 

Forgotten Phrases # 6 – Wilderness

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Forgotten Phrases # 6 – Wilderness

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These are short phrases (or micro fiction) that I wrote years ago.

This one I wrote for a writing challenge back in 2016.

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Subject: Insects

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50 years after conquering the human race

they roamed freely in the wilderness

of concrete and glass

Never to fear bug spray again

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© 2020 BS

Forgotten Phrases # 4 – Emergence

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Forgotten Phrases # 4 – Emergence

These are short phrases (or micro fiction) that I wrote years ago.

Subject: Night Creatures

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Lost

Like the 17 year locusts

They’d heard the rustling for days

The Legend:

They thought it was only legend

But now, in the glare of city lights, the mole people

Were emerging …

One by one they were brought to tears as once again they

Saw the lights of the city

Back to reality

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© 2020 BS

 

Forgotten Phrases # 3 – Dragon

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Forgotten Phrases # 3 – Dragon

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These are short phrases (or micro fiction) that I wrote years ago.

Subject: Dragon

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“Frozen in the Time of Ice”

By the dark of the sun

By the light of the moon

The time of the Dragon

Will manifest soon

Fire and flame – shards of ice

Dragon wakes – will not play nice

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© 2020 BS

3TC – Three Things Challenge – Witchy Brew

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3TC – Three Things Challenge – Witchy Brew

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2020/05/07/three-things-challenge-228/

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It’s been awhile since I’ve done this challenge, so thought I’d do some more. Di, of Pensitivity101, is now the hostess. She posts prompt words, and we are to write whatever comes to mind. Find more details at the above link. Thanks, Di! 🙂

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The words for today are:

DOUBLE
DISBELIEF
BURST

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Double double boil and bubble

Wendy the witch stirred her stew

All of a sudden that witchy stew blew

Double double a burst of bubble

Disbelief at resulting rubble

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© 2020 BS

Dear Bread Companies

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Dear Bread Companies

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For awhile I was making up silly letters to companies. I never sent any of them, of course, but it was fun to write them.

This was one from 2014.

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Dear Bad Bread Companies:

What is up with your plastic packaging? There is too much writing on them. The plastic is fine to keep your bread products in, until…dun, dun, dun…it goes all moldy. Yes, it does.

It’s hard to keep fresh in that plastic bag, with the twist-tie closure. However, with all the logos of your company, nutirition information, bright, bold colors, and stating the fact that there is bread in there, it is too hard to actually ‘see’ the bread.

After consuming a few slices, you know, putting your possibly ‘not sterile clean hands’ in there, which has to be transferring germs, the further down slices do occasionally go moldy. You’ve seen it, I’m sure…it’s that ugly, blue-green color. Even if it is only on one slice, you can bet your bottom dollar, that mold spores are multiplying like crazy inside that bag. The spores are touching, growing, and infecting the whole lot of it. You may not see it yet, but it’s there.

I get mildly upset about it…mildly upset, that most of the loaf of bread is wasted…not actually flinging the whole mold encrusted bread bag across the room, but still…Ewww, gross!

The fact is, with all the package pretty much obscuring the bread inside, I just can’t tell if it’s molded, or not. I try, I really do, to see through any clear spots, but it’s no use. I still have to dump the remaining slices out, just to check for mold. That, of course, exposes it to even more germs that are floating around in the air, which would certainly love to land on a piece of bread, to begin their germy, devouring destruction of said bread.

My helpful solution to this aggravating problem is this – use clear bags, small lettering of your logo, and the ingredients label. You don’t have to tell us it is bread…we can tell what it is in there because it is squishy, and on the shelves where the bread is located in the store. Another helpful hint…do away with those colored twist-ties used to close the package. I think they are some kind of secret code, anyway. To whom, I have no idea, as no one I know has any idea what they mean.

One last, reccomendation…use a ziplock or slider type closure. This would be so much easier. It wouldn’t be lost like a twist-tie, and I wouldn’t have to find a clothes-pin or chip-clip to fasten the package.

So, could you, a big important bread company, who values your customer’s satisfaction with your product, please make these few adjustments? I’d be so, so grateful, and I will keep buying your yummy bread. Otherwise, your bread is dead to me…I’ll buy from your competitors…that is if they consider these very same hints to improve their product line.

Sincerely,

A Loyal Customer (for many years, but am now fed up)

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© 2014 & 2019

3 Things Challenge – Noodles High

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3 Things Challenge – Noodles High

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/05/26/three-things-challenge-pl102/

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These are the prompt words for today. Thanks so much for hosting this fun challenge, Paula! 🙂

Today’s prompt: bank, noodles, miracle

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Noodles High School was named after the song, “Yankee Doodle”, which was an embarrassment in itself, but we learned to live with it. Yes, many jokes were made, most often by our own student body. It didn’t help that our school color was that fake orange that looked like mac ‘n cheese from a box.

Our cafeteria was notorious for serving Ramen noodles every day, as one of the lunch choices. I must admit, I liked them. It was a miracle everyone didn’t revolt, but we took it in stride.

I was the Senior Class Treasurer, Why I got elected, I don’t know, as I wasn’t good at keeping track of money, but hey…running the school bank gave me a little recognition, and got my picture in the yearbook.

All in all, I had a fun time during my years as a student at Noodles High…good ‘ol NHS.

Noodles High Noodles High

Long may we wave our banners

Noodles High Noodles High

We’re polite and mind our manners

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fun fact: my sister went to a school they called Noodle High (the actual name was New Deal High)

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© 2019 BS

 

World Record – 3 Things Challenge

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World Record -3 Things Challenge

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Today’s prompt: hammer, braid, Canada

Today’s prompt: cow, trapeze, avocado

Today’s prompt: lipstick, piano, butterfly

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Thanks so much for hosting this fun challenge, Paula! 🙂

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World Record

It was time…time for the daredevil act of the century. If this stunt could be successfully accomplished, it would qualify as a historic page in the history books.

The contestant was back stage getting herself prepared. She scrubbed her face with an avocado paste, applied ‘Radiant Red’ lipstick, and braided her hair with ribbons. Being a Canadian citizen, she wore a white cape with a red Maple Leaf design stitched on. She felt ready to begin her flight into history.

The people from Guinness Record Books were there, too, to document this never before done trapeze act. It was a first to beat all firsts.

Gong Gong Gong

The hammer beat upon the gong to signal it was starting. The crowd was hushed in anticipation. Then, as the star of the day came into the arena, the loudspeakers introduced her to a rousing piano tune.

Mounting the specially made trapeze, she swung higher and higher, and even higher…and she let go! Soaring through the air as beautiful as a butterfly

the cow jumped over the moon!

photo found on Pixabay

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© 2019 BS

 

Frozen – Photo Fiction – May

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Frozen – Photo Fiction – May

May Speculative Fiction #Writingprompt

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Here’s the photo for the month of May, that Diana, of Myths of the Mirror has given us to write about. Thanks, Diana! You can find her blog, and details of the challenge at the above link.

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The photo is done in golds and browns. The man’s right arm and chest are encased in gold armor. He is looking down at his arm.

this is an image of a man who is part human and part machine. Behind him are gears and wires as well as a hint of fire or electricity.

Pixabay image by Brigitte Werner

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Frozen

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Hey, what are you looking at?

Yes, I’m a mannequin, a real live mann – e – quin. I’m real, and I see you.

Don’t believe me?

I used to be a real man, but I was down on my luck and looking for a job. They were hiring at this one place for a live statue, or mannequin, as you may call it.

Wonderful, I thought, getting a paycheck for just standing there for a few hours. So I applied, and got the job.

I had no problems the first few weeks, but then something weird happened. We had a power outage at the store. It was caused by a lightning strike, I think I heard them say.

But, when the power came back on, I was unable to move. I was frozen in place, and it was a bit embarrassing, being dressed in this outlandish steam punk outfit. People who used to glance my way on a normal day, would now stop and stare intently at me. And, I could do nothing about it. I couldn’t even speak. I could move my eyes, though, and I’d glare at them, hoping to cast an evil eye their way.

It’s been a week now, since the unthinkable happened. I’m still here, and there have been many doctors, scientists, and others who have come to try and fix me. I wish they’d hurry up with a cure.

Come on, come on, come on … I’m getting hungry, and my nose itches, but there’s no way to let them know. How much longer must this go on?

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© 2019 BS