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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week #36

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This week Julia at http://jfb57.wordpress.com/ says,

‘Now for this week’s prompt. As you know I like to be topical so I’m thinking Easter. However, I’m thinking a little outside the box! The prompt is quite simple but the trick this week is to prepare for NEXT week!

I want you to write a piece with

….‘What was the rabbit late for,’ wondered Alice…..

in it. You have 100 words making a total of 108. However, the last 10 words are going to be used to start a piece by someone else next week!! Good eh! The idea isn’t mine – it came from Winchester House School‘

And so here are my 100+8 words plus some photos because I just happen to have them!

Alice knew she was named after THAT Alice and she hated it. Her mother would read it to her at bedtime, and she would drift away dreaming about Pippi Longstocking instead. If only she had been named Pippi, how adventurous she would have been! But no, she was dull Alice with beige hair, and her cousin’s old clothes.

And now, we’re reading it again, all through double English. And her form mistress was asking silly questions about Wonderland. What was the rabbit late for . . . wondered Alice. March Hatters, uh. . . mad hair? grinning cats? Oh no, Mrs Skinner is looking straight at me.                                                                                                                                                     

100 word Challenge for Grown Ups: Week 35

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This weeks 100 word challenge over at Julia’s http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2012/03/19/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week-35/

is ‘The Red box’ and this is my take on it!

Red Box Versus Tree

It wasn’t exactly a bang, more a low clunk like an Ikea drawer closing.

‘You’re going to die’ he mocked the older sister he was so jealous of, ‘Just wait ‘til . . .’

‘Shut up, I’ll just have to pay’.

‘Yeah, for about seven years, that’s how long he waited for it’.

She couldn’t settle, Luke kept smirking at her. She checked the window every five minutes, eventually the Jack Russell yapped as it chased through the gate. She went outside.

‘Dad . . .’ she sobbed.

‘I saw, don’t cry angel it’s just a red box on wheels’.

 

100 Word Challenge For Grown Ups # 32

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Because it’s leap year this week, Julia’s prompt is ‘take a leap of faith’ and my story is called,

Dogon Dreams

She’d dreamt for so long. Long faced Kanaga masks with square dark holes where eyes should be. She dreamt that staring in, was staring into her future, into the Dark Continent, to travel on the Niger to Dogon country. ‘Damn it,’ she’d said and booked a flight, a leap of faith, to Bamako.

***

A sharp sandblast of anxiety pelted her, as she stepped from the arrivals hall to a barracking mob of taxi drivers. They offered Mopti, her destination for $250. She turned, for reassurance, to the blue eyed French man she had just met. ‘Xavier, which taxi shall we choose?’

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week #28

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This is only my second go at the 100 word challenge so be gentle with me 🙂 This weeks prompt is . . . you bought her what . . .

Surprise Gift

‘Have you tried Dingenhams? There’s bound to be something she’d like, perfume, a watch?’

‘Not a clue, wouldn’t it be better to give her money to choose her . . .’

‘I don’t believe it, you’ve been married thirty years dad’ exasperated she shoved the chair in. ‘last year you bought her what I told you to buy, for heaven’s sake you choose this time, it’s the thought that counts.’

***

            Back at the café, he beamed at her, ‘Sorted, look, she’ll love it.’

Stephanie rattled the bag and unwrapped . . . a bread knife.

‘You bought her what’?