Maydays: Flash Fiction – Pick Up Your Toys Charlie.



Thank you to CL Kaley from new2writing for hosting May Day Prompts. Today’s prompt is teaching a lesson.
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“Did you pick up your toys as I asked you to?” Lyndsey said to her son Charlie. Charlie looked down at his feet and began to fidget.

“Charlie?” Lyndsey asked again lowering her voice.

Charlie examined his Mom’s serious face for signs she might let him off the hook.

“I wasn’t done playing yet.”

“Bedtime is 8:30 pm which is the reason I asked you to put your toys away.” Lyndsey said sternly.

“I don’t want to go to bed yet. And if I leave my toys out, I can play with them tomorrow and not have to get them out again.” Charlie whined.

“The problem is Charlie, your Dad and I trip over your toys and hurt ourselves when we are in the living room at night. You have to pick them up and get ready for bed or there will be consequences. They’re your toys, you’re the only one who plays with them, so it’s your job to put them away each day.”

Charlie stamped his foot. “I won’t do it .” 

Lyndsey looked at Charlie again frustrated. “You can pick up your toys now or I will put them in a big black garbage bag. You’ll have to do one chore for each toy you want to get back from the garbage bag.”

Charlie gasped, “Ok, I’ll pick them up.” Charlie began picking up his toys slowly.

After fifteen minutes Lyndsey yelled, “Enough Charlie!” She took the remaining toys from the living room where Charlie played and put them in a big black garbage bag. The garbage bag was half-full. 

Charlie was shocked.”But I was picking them up . . . ”

“Not fast enough. Go to bed Charlie. I’ll be there to read to you from Harry Potter. Make sure you brush your teeth and put on your PJs.”

Charlie trudged up the stairs to the bathroom, giving his Mom a dirty look, “What about my toys?” 

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow. I’ll make a list of chores you can do to earn back your toys.” Lyndsey said.

Charlie decided to tantrum. 

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One to Three Quotes in Three Days – All At Once.


Thank you to Mayankk Sharma for nominating for the One to Three Quotes in Three Days Challenge. I’m going to do all the quotes at once, it’s much easier and less time consuming. I think this is round three of the challenge for me. I’m going to give  quotes from a couple of my favourite books Alice in Wonderland and Alice Through The Looking Glass. 

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My nominees for the Quotes Challenge:

A. In Medias Res by Melinda Kucsera a talented writer of fantasy and poetry.

B. Simply Marquessa by Marquessa Matthews a wonderful writer of romance and thrilling fiction.

C. Days of Stone by Ryan Stone a fabulous poet.

D. What The Woman Wrote by Annie a great person and talented poetess.

E. Lucky Otter’s Haven by Luck Otter a blog providing information on those struggling with mental illness and asking/answering important questions in life.

F. Steps Times Two by MKvecchito another talented poetess.

Please participate if you have the time. But don’t feel as if you have to participate if you’re swamped. 

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Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: Why Don’t You Love Me?


Dear Dad,

 “I know it’s only been three weeks” but Mom says she doesn’t know when you’re coming back. She tries not to cry in front of me but I know when she is crying because her mascara runs and her face turns red. Mom lays in bed and I don’t know what to do.

I tried laying beside her and rubbing her back. I tried making her soup (from the can) but I can’t make her eat. She doesn’t get up to make supper much or clean. I’m trying to help out but it’s hard, I have homework too and I’m only nine-years-old. I don’t get to play with my friends anymore, there is too much to do.

I had to ask Oma Jane and Opa Paul for your email. I phoned them and told them what happened. On the weekend I go to their house. Oma sends me home with food for the week that I can microwave. She yelled at Mom to ‘get up,’ but I got mad at Oma and I hit her. I told Oma Google said Mom is depressed. 

Before you left, I heard you fighting with Mom. You got mad at her and then she cried and you shouted at her loudly. Mom is trying her best like me. Oma isn’t sure if you’re ever coming back. Where are you Dad, how come you never answer my emails? You used to call me everyday from work. Don’t you love us? What did I do? Why don’t you love me?

Jessica 

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Thanks to Roger Shipp for hosting FFftPP.

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Poem: “The Best People Are Mad.”


Prompt:

Write whatever you normally write about, and weave in a book quote, film quote, or song lyric that’s been sticking with you this week.
  
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I think if you looked around you and plucked the thoughts out of the head of everyone that surrounds you,

You would be scared to find out what they think. You might think: ” But I don’t want go among mad people.”

And I would reply: “Oh you can’t help that. We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.” Your face is turning red now. You don’t believe what I say. 

“How do you know I’m mad?” You may ask me. And I would laugh until the tears streamed down my face at such questions from a child.

“You must be [mad]. Or you wouldn’t have come here.” It’s my best reply. It doesn’t give the answers you desire but I’m in no mood for your questions now. 

You may wonder where here is. Well a lot of people wonder about that. Yet here they are infront of me asking me if they’re mad. Of course, you’re mad. 

But I have an excellent answer to your question when you ask me a second time: “Have I gone mad?”I would tell you,” I’m afraid so. But let me tell you something. All the best people are.”

So if you’re still thinking about all the thoughts in all the minds around you. I suggest you stop and if you are a mind reader, only read the minds of someone who is mad. They are the only ones who truly understand.

It takes a little madness to truly comprehend. That life can be so fun and there are possibilities everywhere. Madness is a quality that I seek in everybody. Call it genius, eccentricity, craziness, or call it creativity. I call it madness. And it is fantastic! 

(Quotes from Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll, on GoodReads.)

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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – Daddy’s a Peacock.


Jennifer was at the San Diego zoo with her nephew Hollister. Hollister was oohing and aahing at the animals he saw. “Look those are peacocks honey, aren’t they pretty?” Jennifer asks Hollister. He nods and says, “oooo nice.”

“That’s the boy peacock” Jennifer tells him pointing, “they always have bright blue and green feathers so the girl peacocks will notice them. The girl peacocks have white feathers. ” Hollister smiles.

” I think the boys are just showin’ off,” he says. “Like Daddy when he brings the red car with Monica. I like Monica she is so pretty, but not as pretty as Mommy,” Hollister spouts.

“When does Daddy bring Monica over?” Jennifer asks Hollister. He giggles.

“She is so funny. Monica comes over in the day when Daddy comes and gets me from playschool. I watch cartoons and play with my toys. Daddy says not to bother Monica. But I went to see them once…” Jennifer gasps but Hollister continues,”Daddy got mad and he was naked. Monica was naked too. Daddy said they were having grown-up time.”

Jennifer was so furious at her brother-in-law. Hollister pats Jennifer’s hand as if he can see how anxious she is. ” It’s okay Auntie, Daddy was just being a peacock .”

Jennifer sighs. “We’re going to have to tell Mommy this story Hollister.”

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Writing 101: Day 3 – Secrets


Prompt: Secret – one word prompt.

Why do people have trouble keeping secrets I wonder? We all have some, big or little secrets. My Mom would always say when I was younger things like: “Amanda needs to go to Kingsway” then to me ” don’t tell your Dad I went shopping.” Or she would tell me to hide the evidence of fast food when we would bring it home every once in awhile before my Dad came home. Those were tiny secrets between us.

My Dad still does this too. He will say to my Grandma, “Amanda is tired and needs to go home now” when we visit. What he means was that he wanted to go home because he was tired. I’d roll my eyes at this secret.

When I was in University two of my best friends liked the same guy, we’ll call him James. One of them started going out with James and the other would talk all about him. I hated being in the middle of this drama. It wasn’t fair to me or my other two best friends and finally the friend going out with James told the girl who liked him. She was mad at me especially because we had been friends since high school. But I was close friends with the other girl too, so I didn’t think it was fair of her to be mad at me and not my other two friends. For awhile the friend who only liked James wouldn’t talk to me. But once the friend who was dating James became engaged to him, my friend who liked James realized her error. Funny enough, the friend who became engaged to James didn’t end up marrying him. It was such a big secret at the time, this drama I felt trapped by; but now I don’t think it’s as big as I thought it was. But to tell you the truth I’m not as close of friends with the friend from high school, but the friend who didn’t marry the guy she was engaged to, is still a close friend.

Secrets are such funny things. We feel so desperate to keep them at the time, then realize it wasn’t so bad to have that secret told whether they are large or small secrets. But then there are things you never tell, no matter how long it’s been. I never told my Mom how much I actually drank when my parents had to pick me up from a pubcrawl. I said twelve high balls in two hours, it was more like eighteen high balls and half a bottle of root beer schnapps. But I was twenty-one and could handle the one day hangover. Today I’m not much of a drinker, just some wine on the weekend of a couple of drinks. But I still think my Mom would be horrified of the amount. I’m sure my Dad had more of an idea, but he never said a thing. 

Secrets are strange. They can be really funny, when you wondered how can your friend like such and such a guy, what does she see? Or, that the person you were seeing and broke up with, your friends never liked. Or secrets of self-sabotage, you can see someone messing their life up the same way over and over again. But you can’t really say anything, because you don’t want to hurt their feelings. I’ve had experience with that. Sometimes you have to let people make their mistakes until they realize what they are doing. Telling them the truth can end friendships or at least add distance to them. 

I have a few secrets, but I don’t like to tell, too many people have opinions. And like I said, those can be dangerous.