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#100WCGU #week171

Posted on 19th October 2015 in #writingworkshop/ 100WCGU

‘What about if I rock my chair back, like this” Barry demonstrated with an over zealous action nearly causing him to flip backwards “and then slam my coffee down and fix him with a steely glare?”

Trying desperately not to sigh out loud, Karen walked behind him and nudged the chair back to an upright position. “Or,” she said failing to keep the exasperation from her tone “or we could just be reasonable and ask him the questions we agreed earlier?”

“Love it, love it, I get ya” Barry winked “I’ll be bad cop and then switch to good cop but I can’t decide when to change.”

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Have you tried the #100WCGU (one hundred word challenge for grown ups!) over at Julia’s place? This is my entry for it, adding 100 words to the phrase …I can’t decide when to change… If you would like to read other entries or have a go yourself, please click here.

Of The 13 #week158 #100wcgu

Posted on 8th July 2015 in 100WCGU

Of the 13, he was the last to survive. Standing quietly behind a tree he watched a young pregnant woman spit on the grave before walking defiantly away. Interesting he thought, clearly this man had made his mark upon many.

Once the group of mourners dispersed he knelt on the fresh earth feeling hot tears fall upon his cheeks. The sun blazed above him and birds chirped joyfully in the trees; it was a day to rejoice life yet a pact was a pact so before courage could slip away he bit hard into the capsule and awaited his inevitable fate.

The 13

 

 

The prompt for this weeks #100wcgu was …the 13… and/or the photograph above. In which direction would you have taken it? 

 

 

The Three Wise Monkeys #100WCGU

Posted on 16th March 2015 in 100WCGU

Three monkeys

The three wise monkeys they called themselves,

So crafty, so cunning and full of stealth.

Now that monkey three,  he’d said some stuff,

And as for monkey two, he’d heard enough,

Then little monkey one he could take no more –

The things he’d seen, made him cry and roar.

So the three monkeys went their separate ways,

They roamed around, alone for days.

Had each monkey known the other was a friend

They could have talked and worked a way to mend.

Instead each of them worried that no one cared.

How clever they could have been, if only they’d shared.

Created for 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week #171

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