Worst Storm of My Life

Can’t we just pull off somewhere, I said as I was clutching the grab handle strenuously thinking I was going to die tonight. How the hell can you see anything?

The rain was pounding down with a furry. Turbulent winds were slamming us as we tried to make it further down the highway.

All that could be heard on the radio was take cover and stay off the roads if possible.

We were losing ground trying to keep ahead of the hurricane.

Cars were pulling off to the shoulder, but we kept going until we made it home safely.

Written for this weeks flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch.

In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about high winds. It can be on land, sea or in outer space. Who is facing the wind or protected from it? Go where the prompt leads!

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Summer’s Night – Haiku

Billowy pink clouds

Resting on the horizon

On a Summer night

Silent Sunday

First Flight

It was all set, soon we would become empty nesters. It was sad to see them leave, and I knew we would miss them, but they had to go and start new lives and families of their own. I am sure we would see them from time to time and for visits on birthdays and holidays.

One bright sunny July morning we all woke up and I knew it was the day to teach the little ones how to fly.

Okay kids it’s flying day and we’re all going to go together. Watch what I do and follow me.

© Susan Zutautas 2020

Written for a flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch.

 In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a first flight. It can be anything or anyone that flies. What is significant about the first? Go where the prompt leads!

Random

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Each week Denise over at Girlie On The Edge challenges us to write a six sentence story or poem.

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Link the URL to your post via the blue “Click here to enter” button below.
Link is live Wednesday through Saturday night late!
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers  😀

PROMPT WORD:  RANDOM

I’ve not been writing very much as of late and my writer’s block is very bothersome. My six sentence story/acrostic poem seems a bit silly to me but I have to start somewhere right?

Right or wrong, you can sing it in a song

Any time of day or night, sing with delight

New lyrics are fun to write to a special song you like

D can sound like a major or often as a minor

Open your heart sing whether you’re happy or sad

Make someone’s day, make them smile today

Happy to Have Two – Six Sentence Story

The following was written for a challenge called #SixSentenceStoryover at Denise’s. This week’s prompt word is “Hunch”.

Everything was ready, salads were made, veggies ready to cook, table set, and wine chilling. All that was left to do was barbeque the ribs and cook the veggies.

After going outside to start the grill I came back into the kitchen to season the ribs and to get my BBQ sauce and tools ready to go.

This was to be the first family meal since COVID started and I was looking forward to seeing everyone.

Halfway through cooking the ribs, the gas ran out. I had a hunch this was going to happen and so happy that I’d filled a second tank.

Silent Sunday – Roses

Guilty or Innocent Part – 15

The following was written for a challenge called #SixSentenceStoryover at Denise’s. This week’s prompt word is “Thumb”.
My story is ongoing and I began writing it on March 18th. It is about a boy by the name of Pete Patterson. During a random locker check a bag of pot was found in Pete’s locker. If you’d like to read this from the beginning, it starts here.

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While Jane waited for Emma to arrive at the coffee shop, she had a feeling that Emma would shed some light on this dilemma but couldn’t quite put her thumb on what exactly it would be.

Emma arrived, said hi to Jane, sat down, and ordered a tea.

Jane started the conversation getting right to the point, no need to pussyfoot around. “Do you have any idea why Principal Taylor is beating around the bush and needs to have your permission to discuss anything further with us?”

“Jane, I’ll be quite honest with you, over the last few years, Sam has been having behavioral problems and has just started therapy so that is the reason Mr. Taylor feels he needs permission from us to talk to you. I’m pretty sure it was Sam that planted the baggie of leaves in Pete’s locker, but he refuses to take responsibility for it.”

Continue on? I’ll let your guys decide.

 

 

Guilty or Innocent – Part 14

The following was written for a challenge called #SixSentenceStory over at Denise’s. This week’s prompt word is “Iron”.
My story is ongoing and I began writing it on March 18th. It is about a boy by the name of Pete Patterson. During a random locker check a bag of pot was found in Pete’s locker. If you’d like to read this from the beginning, it starts here.

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Once in the car Jane said, “I’m going to call Emma tonight and see what she has to say about all of this.”

“Do you think that’s a good idea dear, maybe we should hold off until Taylor speaks to them again.”

“No, I have an iron in the fire, and you know once I have a plan in mind, I’m going follow it through.”

After dinner was over Jane proceeded to call Emma and decided she’d ask her to meet for coffee the following day. Emma was a little hesitant but, in the end, agreed to meet with Jane. Hopefully, between the two of them, they just might get things resolved on their own.

To be continued …

Flower of the Day – A New Rose

 

Cee’s Flower of the Day Challenge