OLWG #59- Sisters

This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The work below was written only for practice; because practice is what makes perfect.

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Albany laced her fingers together and dropped her hands on the scarred wooden table in front of her. She looked around at her sisters, Mireille and Branwen.

Branwen was her father’s favourite; the eldest of the three. She was the voluptuous one, dark of hair and eyes; quick to smile and exploit any opportunity. She wore her locks cropped close to her head, and she never seemed to look directly at you.

Mireille was the youngest, a stripling; ginger haired with eyes as dark as her sister. Her tresses were always piled on top, with breakaway wisps dangling over her forehead and tickling the back of her neck. Albany always knew what was on Mireille’s mind; her eyes gave her thoughts away.

“You didn’t really think this through, did you?” Albany asked Branwen.

“No, I suppose not.”

The sounds of the battle were growing closer. Mireille was growing more and more agitated. Her eyes darted back and forth between her sisters.

“We can give her to them.” Branwen ventured.

“Don’t be a fool, she wouldn’t stand a chance.” Albany snapped. “Perhaps we should give them you?”

The older girl looked out the window at the sky, “Very well then, we must make a stand. It might as well be today.”


This week’s prompts are:

  1. the dead don’t care much for fast food
  2. the time got away from me
  3. the hole in your soul

Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
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OLWG #58- Meandering

This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The work below was written only for practice, because practice is what makes perfect.

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She leaned back on the barstool and craned her neck to watch him leave again. She wasn’t too worried – he’d be back. He always came back, and she loved to watch him walk away.

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Inmate #147322 had spent years planning this. Now that the time was right, he wasn’t sure if he really wanted to go.

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She picked up the pen and signed his name at the bottom of the cheque, just the way that she’d practiced. She reckoned that by the time he figured it out, she’d be in Montevideo; la buena vida.

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Doc folded his cards and laid them on the table, covering ’em with his hand. He held a full house; Kings over sevens. “Are you playing cards, kid?” he asked, “Or you just playin’ with your pecker?”

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He thought he needed a minder; and he may have been right. But he didn’t want a minder, he wanted someone to drink with. This wasn’t really made clear during the interview process.

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Darla used the knife to divide the candy bar into three pieces. She took the biggest then pushed the plate over for the others to take theirs.


This week’s prompts are:

  1. a young guy with a bad haircut
  2. did you really think it through
  3. put that away

Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Write something
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OLWG #57- An American Sentence

This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The short verse below was written only for practice, because practice is what makes perfect. By popular demand this weeks intro is also rated M for Mature and is recommended for mature readers only. This post contains no graphic violence or strong language, but there may be brief nudity or running with scissors (or both). If you are offended by such things skip directly to the bottom of the page, where this week’ prompts can be found.

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Impulsively, Mel snatched the scissors and ran naked across the stage.


This week’s prompts are:

  1. cooler this weekend
  2. I can’t find it anywhere
  3. the silence woke her

Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Write something
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need.

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OLWG #56- Akira 亮

This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The story below was written only for practice, because practice is what makes perfect. It is also rated M for Mature and is recommended for mature readers only. This post contains no graphic violence or strong language, but there may be brief nudity or running with scissors. If you are offended by such things skip directly to the bottom of the page, where this week’ prompts can be found.

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Akira crouched at the edge of the forest and watched the girl disrobing at the edge of the pond.

First, she spread a silken cloth on the large stone and sat atop it.

Then, she glanced around as if searching for anyone who might have followed her, to watch her bathe.

Satisfied, she dropped her robes behind her and revealed bare shoulders, pale as alabaster, which seemed to shine with reflections of the dappled sunlight. Her breasts were small and firm.

The cast of her skin contrasted ever so slightly against the limpid waters of the pool that glowed in the evening light like the colour of weak tea.

Removing the combs from her hair she shook the long dark locks free and smoothed them down her back.

She was obviously a servant girl as her feet had never been bound.

Akira thought she was beautiful, nonetheless.

She rose from the robe that lay on the rock and hobbled toward the pond, faltering unsteadily as she picked her way across the pebbles at the edge of the water and waded in.

The bottom dropped quickly at this edge of the pool and she was soon knee deep, a few more steps and the water level lapped the curved crease at the bottom of her buttocks.

Akira was aroused and boldly stood to make his way from the wood to the cobbled shoreline.

He stopped to watch from behind as she splashed water onto her arms and face.

“You there, in the water!” he finally shouted.

She stood tall and turned to look at him unabashedly. “Me, sir?” she replied.


This week’s prompts are:

  1. covered with glitter
  2. playing pirates
  3. life can end in the middle of a sentence

Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
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OLWG #55- Cosplay

This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The story below was written only for practice, because practice is what makes perfect. The inspiration for this story came suddenly when I looked at the driver of the car next to me this evening as I was going to the market. That lady became my character, Holly in the story below, that I wrote for practice.

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Holly leaned closer into the mirror and put on another layer of black eyeliner. She squinted and studied the deep creases that ran across her face – her own private topographical map of mountainous terrain. She thought about her mother and her mother’s skin, her mother’s complexion. She considered how much she looked like her mother, now that she was older.

Her father had been blessed with a flawless complexion; smooth skin until the day he died. Her mother had the face of one of those ‘apple head’ dolls and so did Holly. She stuck a fair sized gold hoop through the piercing on her left ear lobe. A sports bra helped to conceal her breasts and she wrapped a green and silver silk scarf around her head, pushed high on her brow. The effect was to lift her mostly grey hair (that had once been inky black) straight up, on top of her head, making her seem taller.

She finished dressing by donning a man’s white button down dress shirt and topped it with a linen sports jacket left open in the front. On her wrists she pushed gold, silver, and carved bone bangles; in her hair she hung beads. A skull shaped ring had been pushed down over the swollen knuckle of her left ring finger. Tight leather trousers and Doc Martens completed her outfit.

Lighting a cigarette she looked in the mirror one last time: perfect. There was a knock on the door.

“Come on, Mom! We’re gonna be late.”

She pulled the door open and stood face to face with her oldest boy, Mickey. Ron, Mickey’s younger brother, stood at the end of the hallway jingling car keys, he was the designated driver. Ron was always the designated driver.

“Ohh, look at you, Mom,” Mickey said with a singsong voice, “You goin’ as Alice Cooper this year?”

“Don’t call me Mom, you little shit and don’t call me Alice either – call me Keith! Let’s go.”

Ron picked up his guitar and handed Holly hers. They, all three, traipsed through the kitchen to the garage.

“Lookin’ good, Mom,” Ron said.

“I got shotgun,” Mickey called out.


This week’s prompts are:

  1. limpid pools
  2. look at these scars
  3. when the boys arrive

Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
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OLWG #54- Tea With Ann

This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The story below was written only for practice, because practice is what makes perfect. I got a little lazy this week – sorry!

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“Al,” my mother said with complete exasperation, “Go out and play with your sister.  I don’t want to hear it anymore.”

“But Mooom…”

“Don’t” she barked, “just do it!”

Dejected and knowing that further resistance was futile, I turned and headed into the back yard.  My stupid sister was setting up a stupid tea party in the back yard underneath the tree.  What had I done to deserve this?  I should be playing baseball with Jim and Roger.  My stupid sister, Ann, had three stuffed animals dressed in doll clothes posed around the blanket.  She was wearing a red vest and a top hat.  She pointed to the empty place setting, “You sit there and keep Pooh, Snuggles and Amy company.  I have to get my watch.” She told me as she went inside.

I sat down and looked around the blanket.  Pooh, Snuggles and Amy didn’t look like they wanted to be there either.

Suddenly Ann came running around the corner of the house.  She was looking at a large gold pocket watch she held in one hand.  Her other hand clamped her top hat on her head.  “I’m late” she screamed, “quick, follow me!”  She pointed me toward the opening in the tree.  Funny I had never noticed that opening there before.  It looked like a large knothole about four feet off the ground.  I watched in amazement as Ann left her feet and dove into the knot hole, disappearing into the inky darkness at the center.  Then Pooh and Snuggles dove in, just as Ann had done.  Amy, a sock monkey, swung up on a low branch and dropped in feet first.

This is weird, it thought, but if I don’t stay with Ann, Mom will ground me forever and I’ll never play baseball again.  I walked to the tree and tentatively stuck my hand into the opening.  I got sucked in.  I tumbled through space for what seemed to be a long time.  When I rolled to a stop I found myself in a soft bed of grass.  My companions were there too but they were seated at a picnic table with some other strange characters.

About that time Ann noticed me staring “Come on over Al and have some tea and cookies.” She said.

“What the heck is going on Ann? Where are we?”

“We’re having a tea party under the tree in the backyard.  Isn’t it fun?”

I had to admit, it was getting to be kinda fun, “But how???”

“Don’t know.” She said, “Just enjoy it.  I’m never sure when it’s going to end either.”

I reached for a sugar cookie and looked at the sock monkey.  She was shaking her head, “Chocolate chips are better” she said.


This week’s prompts are:

  1. keep the promise anyway
  2. another drink
  3. is it the truth or just the way I remember it

Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Write something
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need.

Have fun