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Daily Prompt: Odd Trio Redux

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Odd Trio Redux

Time for another Odd Trio prompt: write a post about any topic you want, in whatever form or genre, but make sure it features a slice of cake, a pair of flip-flops, and someone old and wise.

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Julia loved the beach. She loved her early morning runs. There was nothing better, in Julia’s eyes, than combining the two. Sunrise saw Julia running on the beach, staying close to the ocean water, but far enough away that her feet pounded on the hard packed sand left from the nights incoming tide.

She had run one mile of her usual five mile run, when she saw an older lady up ahead.

“Good morning! Way to go,” Julia yelled at the woman as she ran past her.

By the time the old woman had looked up, Julia was far ahead…

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Daily Prompt: Sudden Downpour

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Anxiety

I have posted one of my short stories on Wattpad. Please read it and give me some feedback. The short story is titled, ‘Anxiety’. It is a general fiction story, leaning heavily toward women’s fiction.

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Daily Prompt: Odd Trio Redux

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Odd Trio Redux

Time for another Odd Trio prompt: write a post about any topic you want, in whatever form or genre, but make sure it features a slice of cake, a pair of flip-flops, and someone old and wise.

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Julia loved the beach. She loved her early morning runs. There was nothing better, in Julia’s eyes, than combining the two. Sunrise saw Julia running on the beach, staying close to the ocean water, but far enough away that her feet pounded on the hard packed sand left from the nights incoming tide.

She had run one mile of her usual five mile run, when she saw an older lady up ahead.

“Good morning! Way to go,” Julia yelled at the woman as she ran past her.

By the time the old woman had looked up, Julia was far ahead of her. She smiled as she remembered her youthful days. She never did much running, but she had always taken long walks.

Finishing her morning walk, the old woman walked further up into the sand. She carried her bright pink flip-flops in her hand. She approached her lounge chair and sat down. Today, she was dressed in a pale pink t-shirt with ecru knee shorts. She pulled her bright pink sun hat lower on her head to block out the sun, then picked up a book and began reading.

Julia had turned and began her run back to the beach at her hotel. She was nearing the place where she had seen the older woman. She noticed a lovely beach house set back from the ocean. The house was surrounded by beautiful palm trees and gorgeous beach side flowers. Julia wondered if the old woman lived there.

She saw the old woman sitting in her lounge chair reading. Julia began to slow her pace, so she could stop and chat for awhile. She walked up the sand toward the old woman.

The old woman heard Julia coming, laid down her book, and lifted her hat so that she could see her. Julia smiled and held out her hand.

“Hi, I’m Julia,” she said.

“Nice to meet you, Julia. My name is Marilyn. Please have a seat,” Marilyn said while shaking Julia’s hand.

“I saw you walking on the beach earlier. Is that something you do every day?” Julia asked.

“I do, sometimes three or four times a day, unless it is raining, of course,” Marilyn replied.

“I admire that in you. I can’t get my mom away from her television long enough to go out for a walk.”

“Well, maybe she will see the need for change one day,” Marilyn replied patting Julia’s hand.

“Do you live in the pretty beach house?” Julia asked.

“Yes. I have always loved the ocean and wanted to live near it. My late husband, Frank, and I bought the beach house when our children were little. We came down as often as we could. After Frank passed, I decided I wanted to live here permanently.”

“That’s great. I only get to come once or twice a year, whenever I can get a vacation. I’m currently working on a novel that I hope will bring in enough money for me to afford to write full time and move to the beach.”

“A writer! I love to read. Please come on up to the beach house with me and you can tell me all about your book over coffee and a slice of cake.”

Julia hesitated.

“I really need to finish my run,” Julia started, but Marilyn cut her off.

“You can run later. It’s 10:00 am and I never stay in the sun longer than that. I would love to have your company. Everyone needs a little sugar in their life.”

Julia smiled. She linked her arm with Marilyn’s and let her lead her to the beach house.

“I bet you have lot’s of advice on life,” Julia said.

“Indeed I do, indeed I do,” said Marilyn.

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Daily Prompt: Sudden Downpour

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Sudden Downpour

It was sunny when you left home, so you didn’t take an umbrella. An hour later, you’re caught in a torrential downpour. You run into the first store you can find — it happens to be a dark, slightly shabby antique store, full of old artifacts, books, and dust. The shop’s ancient proprietor walks out of the back room to greet you. Tell us what happens next!

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“Hello, my dear,” said an elderly man walking from a back room into his store.

Judy stood just inside the doorway to the store. She was dripping wet from the sudden downpour that caught her without an umbrella.

“Hello, I’m sorry for dripping water on your floor,” Judy replied.

“No problem,” the elderly man said while picking up two towels. He brought the towels to Judy. She put one on the floor to soak up the water she had dripped and dried herself with the other.

Judy studied the elderly man who had moved behind the counter. He looked much like an old wizard, without the pointed hat and robes. He had long white hair that was tied back into a long ponytail. He had a long white beard and a white mustache. His face was kindly, his aura was calming, and his smile was warming.

“My name is John,” he said when he caught Judy studying him.

“Nice to meet you John. My name is Judy,” she said holding out her hand.

Judy felt a jolt of positive energy when John took her hand in his.

“What can I do for you today Judy, besides providing dry shelter?”

Judy giggled. She began looking around the store. There were beautiful antiques, artifacts, and books.

“Oh, I do love antiques,” Judy said as she began walking around the store.

“Well, look all you would like. I will be in the back room if you need help,” John said picking up the wet towels and taking them with him.

Judy saw some old artifacts that she remembered her grandmother’s having in their homes. She wanted them all, but chose a few of her favorites; a door stop, a set of cow salt and pepper shakers, a blue glass dairy cow butter dish, and a clear glass sugar dish with a matching cream pitcher.

She saw an antique butter churner and made a note to ask John about it’s price. She moved on to the books that were covered in dust. Judy was astonished to see so many old classics in such good shape. There were some ancient latin texts and some new best-sellers. Judy chose a book on Ancient Celtic Magick.

As Judy approached the counter, she noticed a little hand bell and gave it a ring. John came out from the back room.

“What is the price on the antique butter churn?”

“Did you ever churn butter, Judy?”

“Yes sir, I did.”

“Then it is yours. You earned it.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t possibly take it for free.”

“Consider it a gift from me to you.”

Judy hesitated. She looked back at the butter churn and then walked over and brought it back to the counter.

“I will accept your gift, John, if you will accept one from me.”

“Okay.”

“I’m a writer and set my own hours to work. I would love to come into your store, once or twice a week and clean for you.”

“I accept your offer,” John said as he rung up Judy’s purchases.

“I look forward to your company, Judy.”

“Do you run the store by yourself?”

“Yes. My wife passed ten years ago and we never had children, so I’m by myself now.” John took a second look at the book Judy had purchased.

“A very wise choice,” he said smiling.

“If it is ancient celtic magick that you wish to learn, I can help you,” John said.

Judy smiled. She looked forward to learning from John.

Dragon Knight Chronicles – A Short Story for December

1 Dragon Judge

Our second judge has finally finished her editing process…so stop by and take a peek. Just give a click. The elves in her story really help bring a Christmas spirit to the holidays. If you are still looking for some holiday cheer give her story a good read…till this summer look for her finished story along with all our other winners and judges in our first publication.

Christmas Festival

By: Debra B. Mauldin

(DKChronicles Judge)

Gilraen woke with a sense of excitement. The excitement had been building over the past few months; just like it always did in the North Pole when Christmas was near.

Gilraen dressed in her usual work uniform; green, red, and white striped tights, her long red dress with white fur-like trim, and her shiny red shoes. She walked to the kitchen area of their large cave to have breakfast with her dad, mom, and three older brothers. After they ate their steamy, hot oatmeal with various dried fruits, the family lingered together and talked about their upcoming day.

Mr. Culnámo had long worked in the maintenance area of Santa’s workshop. He was pleased when his eldest son had recently joined him there. His two younger sons worked in the barns taking care of Santa’s reindeer.

Mrs. Culnámo worked as a department supervisor overseeing the ‘wrappers’ in her department. Gilraen worked in the ‘Letter’s To Santa’ department. It was her job, along with several others, to sort Santa’s mail into streets and roads.

All the young elves started in the ‘Letter’s To Santa’ department. There were other elves that sorted the mail into countries, regions, states, cities, villages, etc… before the mail actually reached Santa. There were more elves that sorted the mail further, after Santa had read it, until the orders were turned in to the ‘Toy Makers’.

The elves only needed four hours of sleep, so there were elves constantly working, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, for eleven months; they all got a few weeks off after Christmas.

When Gilraen’s shift had ended, she and some of her friends walked over to the barns to meet up with their brothers. The four girls walked arm in arm singing Christmas Carols and talking about this year’s Christmas Festival, until they reached the barns. Gilraen’s brothers, Elerossë and Mablung, along with one of Mablung’s friends, Orophin Elensar, were sitting on a fence rail waiting for the girls. Gilraen had developed a crush on Orophin. Her heart did a little ‘bump’ whenever she saw him.

They all lived in a group of caves located to the rear right of Santa’s shops. Although it was absolutely unthinkable for one elf to harm another, their parents didn’t like for the girls to walk home alone. There was always the possibility of a hungry wolf, or even worse, the giant, Abominable Snowman. The children thought their parents just made it all up to scare them; not a single elf living at the North Pole ever spoke about seeing either one.

(Stay tuned for our first series book that will feature writings from our contest winners and judges. The time is growing closer to the publication date…hope you enjoy the intro. The first of many series books will be coming to you this summer.)

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