“If you are what you eat, then I only want to eat the good stuff.” – Remy, Disney’s Ratatouille
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This post is part of One-liner Wednesday:
One-Liner Wednesday – Don’t blink
Monthly Archives: June 2016
Harbour – Tuesday Use It In A Sentence #tuesdayuseitinasentence
His radio beeped and he answered it. “Carmody here.”
“We just got an anonymous tip in that there may be someone down at the harbour who’s harbouring the fugitive on a boat,” said the voice over the speaker. “I want you to go check it out.”
“Roger. I’m heading there now.”
“Be careful, Carmody. Remember, this fugitive is armed and dangerous. I’ll send backup to meet you there in ten.”
“Roger that,” Carmody said as he pulled his police cruiser out into traffic and set its red and blue lights flashing.
This post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt:
https://stephaniecolpron.wordpress.com/2016/06/28/tuesdayuseitinasentence-harbour/
Have A Drink On Me – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS
She sat at the bar, nursing her drink. She idly watched the clear liquid slosh along the sides of the glass as she swirled it aimlessly, her mind wandering as she tried to come to grips with what had happened. She still couldn’t believe he was gone, that he would leave her alone.
A handsome young blonde man sat down on the empty stool next to her. “Hi,” he said cheerfully in a strong tenor voice. “Can I buy you a drink?”
“I have one, thanks,” she said glumly as she raised her glass to her lips and took a swallow.
“I see that. I also see that it seems like you’re going through a rough time right now and another drink probably wouldn’t hurt. So let me get you one. What are you having? Vodka? Gin? Maybe a white wine?”
“Water. I don’t drink.”
“Really? That’s odd. What are you doing in a bar then, if you don’t drink?”
“I just come for the atmosphere.”
“Really?”
“No. I’m the owner.”
“What?! I thought Smitty was the owner.”
“He was. He just passed away and left this place to me. I’m his daughter and his only family.”
“Oh, man. I didn’t know. Smitty was a good guy. What happened?”
She fought back tears and explained the situation.
“I’m sorry, he said tenderly.
He started to take her hand but she suddenly stood up and set a five dollar bill down in front of him. “Here,” she said with a small smile. “Thanks for offering me a drink, and for listening. Have a drink on me instead.”
She then walked behind the bar and set an empty glass down in front of him. “What would you like to drink?”
This story is part of Stream of Consciousness Saturday:
The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS June 25/16
7 Ways to Put a Robot in Your Fantasy Story
Hahaha! I love these!
Actually, one of the stories in my fantasy collection, Chronicles of Riss, that has robots in it. And #2 reminds me of it a little 🙂
Robo from Chrono Trigger
It isn’t easy putting tech into a fantasy setting. Yet it can be done! Sometimes even correctly. Here are 7 methods that might or might not work. Though looking at the ‘humor’ tag on this post, it’s probably a lot of tongue and cheek.
- Time travel! Nothing goes wrong with having a robot time travel from a non-magical future to the magical past. Except for changing history and risking a paradox. The robot could make it that technology never evolves, so it was never created to go back in time to cause the . . . I really hate time travel.
- A quirky gnome decides to go as far as possible with golem creation. This results in him or her realizing that you can’t depend entirely on magic. So they add some armor and gears and steam and whatever else they can find along with spells…
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Like An Echo – One-liner Wednesday #1linerWeds
“Life is an echo; what you send out comes back.” – Chinese proverb
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This post is part of One-liner Wednesday:
One-Liner Wednesday – You could feed a family of 4 with that!
Quest – Tuesday Use It In A Sentence #tuesdayuseitinasentence
Jenny again studied the map she held and compared it to her surroundings, then read the directions she’d been given. She didn’t think it’d be so hard to find the place. It felt like she was on some sort of quest for a hidden treasure instead of looking for an out-of-the-way rustic inn. Too bad there was no cell phone reception so far out, she thought as she looked up and down the lonely road. It didn’t look like there was anyone nearby to ask for directions, either. If only her friends had given her better directions.
This post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt:
https://stephaniecolpron.wordpress.com/2016/06/21/tuesdayuseitinasentence-quest/
Class – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS
Watching her walk down the street
in her expensive dress
with not a care in the world,
I realize again
how outclassed I am.
She could never be mine.
She is an upper-class lady,
Much too good
for a lower-class guy
like poor old me
who barely graduated
at the bottom of his class.
One day, though,
I swear,
I will move up
and become a class act
that she will notice.
But first,
I need to pass
my acting class.
This post is par of Stream of Consciousness Saturday:
23 Struggles Only Book Nerds Will Understand
Ah, the joys struggles of being a bookworm. I know these all too well, especially #1, #2, #5, #9, & #15.
14 Different Writer Reactions to Their Characters First Kiss #writers #romance #kiss
I think I’m mainly #1 or #2. Maybe #11 on occasion.
2nd Anniversary
Wow! Where does the time go?!
Here it is, the second anniversary of my blog! It’s hard to believe it’s been two years already! In that time, I’ve made a few friends here, have over 300 followers, and have shared some of my writing – old and new – with you all, along with an occasional musing and some funny animals. I’ve also put out a collection of short stories (Chronicles of Riss) in that time, and have been working off and on on my current work in progress (A Goddess Awakens), which I have shared a bit of with you. I hope by the time my third anniversary here rolls around I’ll have shared more of these things with you all, and more, and maybe even have my WIP completed, at the very least.
Jeanne Owens, author 