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Late – Tuesday Use It In A Sentence #tuesdayuseitinasentence

“Stop daydreaming, Alice, and finish your studies before it gets any later,” said her mother after the young girl told her she had seen a white rabbit with a pocket watch run under the bushes while muttering about being late for a very important date.

 

This post is part of the day-late Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt, “late”:

https://stephaniecolpron.wordpress.com/2017/09/20/tuesdayuseitinasentence-late/

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Overwhelming – Tuesday Use It In A Sentence #tuesdayuseitinasentence

Darren woke from a troubling dream involving a former girlfriend he’d never really gotten over, and felt an overwhelming need to call and check on her, as well as hear her voice again. After a moment’s hesitation, he reached for his phone.

 

This post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt, “overwhelming”:

https://stephaniecolpron.wordpress.com/2017/09/12/tuesdayuseitinasentence-overwhelming/

 


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Party – Tuesday Use It In A Sentence #tuesdayuseitinasentence

A bored Rachel found herself in the mood to go out and party, something she hadn’t had a chance to do in awhile, and was trying to decide where to go when her fun-loving friend Marina suddenly sent her a text inviting her to go to a party with her.

 

This post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt, “party”:

https://stephaniecolpron.wordpress.com/2017/09/05/tuesdayuseitinasentence-party/


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A Memorable Birth – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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Martin, an older man in a Navy uniform, pulled his car up to the doors of the ER and ran inside with a cry of “Help! Help! I need help!”

The nurse behind the counter hurried up to him and asked, “What’s wrong, sir?”

“It’s my Lydia. She’s gone into labor! She’s going to give birth any minute! She needs a berth for her birth!”

The nurse gasped. “Of course, sir! We’ll get her taken care of right away!”

The nurse looked around and motioned a couple of orderlies over. They followed the old man outside to his car, with one orderly pushing a wheelchair ahead of him. Martin opened the car door and reached inside while the nurse and orderlies drew close to help move Lydia into the wheelchair.

The nurse and orderlies gasped when Martin turned to face them with not an expectant woman but a very pregnant Dachshund in his arms.

“Uh, sir,” said the nurse, her voice calm but somewhat uncertain, “that’s a dog, not a woman.”

“I know that! This is my Lydia, and she’s going to whelp her pups any minute!”

“But, this is a hospital. For humans. You need to go to a vet.”

“Don’t you think I know that? But I don’t have time. I’m from out of town, going to a reunion for some of my old mates from the Navy. Lydia went into premature labor; she wasn’t due for another week or so. I thought I had time, so I took her with me, as I always do. I stopped at the first vet office I found, but they’re closed. The nearest emergency vet is too far; she’ll not make it in time. Please! Can’t you do something?”

The nurse and orderlies looked from the old sailor to the dog and back. “Well…,” said the nurse, still unsure.

“Please! She’s all I have in this world. I can’t stand to lose her if something goes wrong. She’s never had pups before.”

The nurse and orderlies had a brief, whispered discussion, then gave a brief nod. The nurse turned back to the old man. “It’s not normal hospital policy, sir,” she told him, “but we can’t turn down a plea for help from a serviceman like yourself. And we’re not heartless enough to turn away from an animal in need. We’ll find a room and bed to make her comfortable, while Mike here,” she pointed to the orderly with the wheelchair, “contacts an animal rescue he knows that is nearby and that he believes can help Lydia.”

Martin sighed. “Thank you! That would be very much appreciated.”

“We’re happy to help, sir. And thank you, for your service, sir.”

Martin placed Lydia in the wheelchair, and the group wheeled her inside the hospital. The other people in the lobby stared at them, surprised to see the Dachshund being brought in, and watched as she was taken into a room while one of the orderlies made a call from the desk phone.

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This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “birth/berth”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Sept. 2/17

 

 


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Colt – Tuesday Use It In A Sentence #tuesdayuseitinasentence

Panicked neighing woke Dirk the ranch hand and he ran out towards the stables with his father’s old Colt 45 drawn in time to see a group of men trying to make off with the ranch’s day-old thoroughbred colt. A few warning shots fired from his gun was enough to chase the men off.

 

This post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt, “colt”:

https://stephaniecolpron.wordpress.com/2017/08/29/tuesdayuseitinasentence-colt/


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Erupt – Tuesday Use It In A Sentence #tuesdayuseitinasentence

Clark’s tendency to erupt passionately in rather colorful outbursts when angry often had his friends get him drunk and pull pranks on him for entertainment.

 

 

 

This post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt, “erupt”:

https://stephaniecolpron.wordpress.com/2017/08/22/tuesdayuseitinasentence-erupt/


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Seat of the Pants – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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The front door creaked open. The man in black slowly tiptoed inside, carefully peering around this way and that in the almost-pitch blackness, to try to get his bearing and make sure all was quiet. Not seeing anything, he released the breath he was holding and began making his way more boldly down the hall, heading for the bedrooms.

The man in black came upon the master bedroom first. Shining his flashlight around the room, he looked for the dresser so he could search it for jewelry and anything else valuable. As the beam of light shined across the bed, two bright yellow orbs reflected back at the man from a dark mass in the middle of the bed. A low growl and a hint of something white followed in the next instant.

The man let out a startled cry as the dark mass on the bed grew in size and quickly jumped at him. As it landed on the floor in front of him, the growling grew in intensity, and the man hurriedly backed out into the hallway. He ran back down the hallway, but only made it a few feet before the black mass, which had followed after him, jumped at his back. The man in black cried out in pain as something sharp struck him in the buttocks, and he fell heavily to the floor in a veritable faceplant, accompanied by the sound of tearing fabric. Something heavy suddenly sat on top of the man, and he found he couldn’t move.

An unknown number of minutes later, the homeowners arrived back home to find their door standing open. Panicked, they rushed inside and flipped on the light switch, not knowing what they would find. They gasped in shock at the seen that greeted them in the middle of the hallway: a man in black, lying face-down on the floor, with a big hole torn out of the butt of his pants, and their Bullmastiff dog, Trusty, sitting on top of him, holding him down and with a big piece of fabric hanging out of his mouth.

When he saw them, Trusty wagged his tail and panted happily, knowing he did good and that his owners would be pleased with how he’d protected their home.

The homeowners praised Trusty, then quickly called the police on their cell phone.

While they waited for the police, the man in black moaned from beneath Trusty and softly pleaded for help in getting the dog off him.

The homeowners, and Trusty, ignored him.


This short story is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “pant”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Aug. 19/17