BURDENS OF LIFE

This week’s cue for Six Sentence Stories is:   STEP

Burdens Of Life

Carissa felt like the  world was on her shoulders and she needed to step away from the burdens of life.

She decided to step outside for a breath of fresh air.

The bright sunshine covered her whole body like a lovely warm embrace, and walking on the grass made her feel like she was standing on a soft cushion.

The sky was a beautiful shade of blue with soft white clouds scattered all around and she felt a cool breeze gently caressing her face.

Her outlook completely changed and she knew she had just taken a step in the right direction.

That day she decided she would not allow the burdens to ruin her journey of life.

Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

 

MORNING STROLL

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 07-29 thru 08-04-2015

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This week’s photo prompt is provided by Etol Bagam. Thank you Etol!

 Morning Stroll

Joanne and John decided to take their morning stroll across the scenic bridge. They enjoyed sitting on the benches at the top of the bridge and watching the waterfall.

John left a short time later and walked over to the donut shop to buy coffee and their favorite donuts.

He was carrying the donuts and coffee when he walked up to Joanne and she looked at him and smiled, then asked him if he would like to join her. He smiled back, sat down, and then she asked him what his name was.

He knew at that moment their life would change forever!  She was doing so well with her memory excercises.

With tears in his eyes he recalled her doctor warning him that this day would come.

 

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STORM

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 07-22 thru 07-28-2015

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This week’s photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris. Thank you TJ!

After The Storm

After the severe storm had passed over the island everyone was greatly surprised when they viewed the damage it had done.

There was debris in every direction and the main building was partly caved in.

They were trying to account for everyone and discovered Allison was missing.  They immediately began to go through the rubble pulling pieces to one side in hope of finding her.

There were no sounds coming from all the piles of wood and concrete.  After several hours of searching they discovered Allison’s dog, Jackson, pinned under a large piece of wood.

They freed Jackson and continued to search for Allison.  Moments later they saw Jackson pacing over an area of rubble and ran over to him.

They pulled away some rubble and could see Allison at the bottom of it.

Thanks to Jackson,   0527150738   they had reached Allison in time to save her life.

 

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TRUNK

Response for Six Sentence Stories; this week’s prompt “trunk”.

TRUNK

Deviation Of A Name

The trunk is very controversal and is creating an enormous amount of attention.

Some people think this trunk is exciting and very promising, yet others believe it is just for attention.

It is filled with plans and promises that is suppose to change things for the better.

Right now it is reported to be the most popular.

Time will tell whether or not it is still around next year.

This trunk is filled with information caused by Donald Trunk.

 

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KING

Sunday Photo Finish..July 19, 2015

The idea of Sunday Photo Fiction is to write a piece whether it is a story or poetry using the image as inspiration. You don’t have to use the photo exactly as it is, any way the inspiration takes you, use that. Try to keep it around the 200 word mark.

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KING

The chair arrived today.  It does look fit for a King!  I’m sure he will approve of the colors.

His name is Mikado and it fits him well.  Sometimes he is so demanding and difficult to understand.  He is such a challenging person.

Last week he was fixated on his own interest and very resistant to any change.  It’s hard to deal with him.  He  has a different agenda than we do because he is his own person and feels he doesn’t need to listen to anyone else.

He has his own ‘inner world’ of thoughts, plans, problems, worries, hopes and dreams that occupy his time and attention.

It’s not easy raising this little future ‘World Changer’….after all, he’s only four years old!

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LETTER

This week’s cue for Six Sentence Stories is:   letter

Time Capsule

It was year 3000 at 9 A.M. and everyone gathered at the Time Capsule site.  The contents would be revealed after being placed in the capsule for over one hundred years.

The excitement everyone was feeling was unmeasurable as the top of the capsule was about to be taken off.  It was a total shock to find only a letter in the capsule and as it was being opened, there was a hush among the crowd.

The leader began to read it’s contents.

Read this letter by year 3,000 before 8 A.M. or the message will disappear due to security reasons.

Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

BEAUTIFUL SWAN

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 07-15 thru 07-21-2015

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This week’s photo prompt is provided by Sonya O. Thank you Sonya!

BEAUTIFUL SWAN

“Quit moping around.  You and I can go to see the ice sculptures. You will see Drake later,” said Carmela’s mother.

They were admiring the beautiful ice sculptures and Carmela said, “look at that swan over there.  It’s absolutely beautiful!”

Carmela and her mother walked over to it and Carmela screamed out, “I can’t believe it mom!  Look what it says in front of the swan.”

The heart-shaped sign had the words, Carmela, I am so in love with you.  Will you marry me?

Drake stepped up behind Carmela, turned her around to face him, and said, “please say yes!  You, Carmela, are my beautiful swan.” She showed him her most adorable smile and said, “yes, I will marry you!”

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DESERVES

Sunday Photo Fiction – July 12th 2015

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Tower Bridge, London

WHAT HE DESERVES 

Ralph said, “are you sure this plan will work? He will recognize you.”  His friend, Mason laughed. “It’s fool proof!  He will never know who I am. This time old Waters will get what he deserves. I promise.”

Mason said, “all I need you to do is alert me when he starts to walk toward the middle of the  bridge.”

Waters looked around and saw only an old man on the bridge.  He was surprised to see someone that early in the morning, but dismissed it from his mind and proceeded to cross the bridge.

Suddenly,  he was confronted by the old man, pushed against the bridge rail and his hands secured to the rail with handcuffs.  Then, the old man disappeared without a word.

Mason grinned as he told Ralph, “it is all taken care of.  The police are on their way. Waters will be found with his gun and all of the drugs.  He will be spending the remainder of his life behind bars.”

Ralph said, “so you were the old man!  But, how did you make yourself look so tall?”

Mason handed Ralph a bag and replied, “I just booted up!”

Inside the bag were old clothes and a pair of boots with four inch heels.

 

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FOSTER CARE

There are thousands of children in the United States that reside in some form of foster care, and various reasons for foster placement. 

Most children who enter foster care are reunited with their birth parents within two years. Many children, however, can spend long periods of time in care awaiting adoption or other permanent arrangement.  Being removed from their home and placed in foster care is a difficult and stressful experience for any child.

THIS IS MY STORY TOLD WITH ONE CHILD’S POINT OF VIEW:

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AVERY

“The Bus Ride”

The day I turned six years old, Mrs. Baxter took me to the bus station, gave me strict instructions to mind my manners, listen to the bus driver, and to do what he said.

I climbed up the steps of the bus and quickly found an empty seat and sat down.  As I sat there, I felt terrified!

Mr. Morris, the bus driver, came to my seat and handed me a small paper bag.  He was a very tall man with curly brown hair and the darkest green eyes I had ever seen.  He gave me a friendly smile and told me I could eat what was in the bag when I got hungry. Then he reached behind my seat, got a small pillow and set it on my lap.  He told me the journey would be a long one and we would arrive in Nags Head, N.C. by day break. I wasn’t sure what the words day break meant, but I was certain that I would be riding on the bus all night.

As the bus pulled away from the bus station I tried very hard not to cry, but my tears burst through and rolled down my cheeks.  I fell asleep and woke up when I heard rain beating against the windows.  The lightening was flashing all around me.  I picked up the pillow in my lap, hugged it tightly and closed my eyes.  As I trembled with fear, the bus began to slide on the pavement.  The other passengers on the bus began to scream. I opened my eyes in time to see a large tree limb fall next to the bus.  The bus continued to slide until it hit the side of a building.  The impact was so great that it threw me against the seat in front of me.  I fell sideways landing on the floor, hitting my head against a seat on the way down.

“In Hospital”

I laid still and tried to open my eyes, but each time I got them opened, they just closed again. Someone kept saying Avery, Avery open your eyes.  After several attempts I managed to keep my eyes opened.  A doctor stood before me and introduced himself as Doctor Austin.  He said he was there to help me get better.  I had a bandage on the left side of my head and one on my left arm.

After being in hospital for several days a woman came into my room one morning and told me I was well enough to go home and I would be released from hospital the next day.  She told me I would be going with a woman named Mrs. Murphy and would be taken to my new home in Nags Head.

“My Family”

I spent the night in great turmoil thinking of all the events that had taken place in just one week. I couldn’t understand why I had been taken away from the only home I had ever known.  I was told that Ms. Summers, whom I considered my mom, had been taking care of me since I was two years old.  My parents died in an automobile accident.

Ms. Summers was a very gentle and soft-spoken woman.  She stayed busy cleaning, cooking, and caring for me as well as three other children.  Jon was twelve, Ellie fourteen, and Mitchell fifteen.  John, Ellie, and Mitchell were living there as long as I could remember.  There was a big difference in my age from the others, but we were a close family and enjoyed each others company.

Just a week ago we had all gathered in the kitchen and made plans for my birthday party.  We had discussed what kind of cake to have, the decorations to use, and who to invite to the party. I was really looking forward to another one of Ms. Summers cakes. She never used the cake mixes.  She made her cakes from scratch and that was the best kind.  They were always decorated beautifully and tasted delicious.

A couple of days later, Ms. Summers was rushed to hospital. That day the social service woman, Mrs. Baxter, came to our house. She was tall, thin, and had grey hair.  There were large brown spots all over her hands and arms.  She never smiled at me.  In fact, she acted like I had done something terribly wrong and sternly instructed me to go outside and get in her car.  She came out minutes later and told me Ms. Summers had fallen ill and could not take care of me.

“Social Service Center”

I was taken to the Social Service Center and I lived in the temporary housing section for five days.  During that time no one spoke of Ms. Summers nor could answer my questions about her health.  I was never told what happened to Jon, Ellie, and Mitchell.

There were two older children at the center’s home.  They seemed to make a game out of tormenting me when the care taker was not around.  It was their delight of the day to pinch me and pull my hair.  I complained to the caretaker and they adamantly denied tormenting me.

From then on, the caretaker made it a point to keep me with her doing little chores. She sent the older children outside or to their room to play.  They were only at the home a few days before they had been sent to a permanent home to live.  I wasn’t sure if they were adopted, as often times happened, or if they went to another foster home.

I was anxiously waiting for Ms. Summers to come pick me up and take me home.  I could look down the street from one of the windows of the center and see the cars that drove up to the parking area.  Several times a day I would look out the window to see if Ms. Summers blue station wagon had parked in one of the spaces.

The morning of my sixth birthday the caretaker told me I would be leaving the center shortly after breakfast.  I was so excited that I gulped my food down and ran to the window so I could see when Ms. Summers drove up.  However, the only vehicle I saw drive up was Mrs. Baxter’s.  Several minutes later the caretaker came in the room and told me it was time for me to leave.  She told me that I would be leaving with Mrs. Baxter.

Ms. Baxter was as stern with me that morning as she had been the day she brought me to the center.  She still did not smile and once again ordered me to go outside and get in her car.  I slowly walked to the car and Mrs. Baxter followed me with my suitcase in her hand.

Mrs. Baxter drove in silence and I did not dare break that silence! I just sat back and thought about what I was going to do when I got home.  I was sure since it was my birthday that the day would be spent helping Ms. Summers get ready for my birthday party.

Much to my dismay, we did not go to my house.  Mrs. Baxter had driven to the bus station.  I was wondering why, when she finally broke her silence and told me she was going to buy me a bus ticket and I would be riding to a place called Nags Head, N.C.

My eyes must have looked as big as saucers because she quickly told me to stay calm and pay attention.  She said I was going to my new home in a town called Nags Head, N.C. and the bus driver would see to it that I got there safely.

“Mrs. Murphy”

Before being released from hospital, Doctor Austin came into my room and examined me once again to make sure I was well enough to leave.  He told me That Mrs. Murphy was waiting outside the room and she would be taking me to my new home in Nags Head.

I met Mrs. Murphy in the hallway and she had the sweetest smile I had seen in days. Her eyes were ice blue and she had very long eyelashes.  Her hair was golden blond and fell to her shoulders.  She spoke softly and said she had been anxiously waiting to meet me, and was glad that I was recovering from my injuries.  She took me into a small room with a couple of tables and chairs, a drink machine, and a snack machine.  She bought me a cup of hot chocolate and a small bag of cookies.  She got herself a cup of coffee and then sat at one of the tables with me.

I was distraught after learning that I would have to continue my journey to Nags Head, but felt a sense of relief just knowing that Mrs. Murphy would be the one taking me there.  She told me I could ask her any questions that I wanted to and she would answer them as well as explain to me what to expect in the coming days.

I learned that Ms. Summers was still very ill, but would recover, however, she would never be physically capable of taking care of me anymore.  Also she could not take care of Jon, Ellie, or Mitchell. They had been sent to another foster home.

The home that I was going to was in Nags Head, NC. and it was across the road from the beach.  I would  have a foster mother and dad. Their names were Alex and Marie Branson.  They had one child of their own who was eight years old and his name was Ethan.  I would be the only foster child the Branson’s would care for and they were anxiously waiting for me to arrive.

Mrs. Murphy drove with great care.  She did not try to engage me into any conversation, but merely let me sit back and contemplate on all the things that had happened in the past week and sort out my feelings.

I sat in silence as I looked out the window and wondered what my life would be like living with the Branson’s.  I felt drained of energy, sad, and apprehensive.  I was grateful that Mrs. Murphy had been so nice to me and explained everything to me.

As we arrived in Nags Head, I was able to look between the houses and see the ocean. It was a beautiful sunny day and the waves were rolling up to the shore with large white peaks and making a big splash.  I felt a sudden urge to run out to the water and enjoy the splashing water.  I could imagine the cool water on my body and the wet sand gushing between my toes.

I was so occupied with my fantasy run on the beach that I did not hear Mrs. Murphy when she told me we had arrived.  All of a sudden the car turned and the ocean disappeared from my view.  We had turned in a driveway that led to a sparkling white house with dark blue shutters.  It had a covered porch that wrapped half way around the house.

As the car came to a stop I saw three people coming out of the house.  The man was very tall and he had black hair.  The woman was walking beside him and she was trying to keep the wind from blowing her long blond hair in her face.  The boy looked  about my size and was running toward the car.

Mrs. Murphy and I got out of the car and were greeted with smiles and opened arms.  It felt wonderful being welcomed with such joy. Ethan took my hand and said he had something to show me.  As we entered the house I saw six boys waving little flags that had the words Happy Birthday on them . Then, everyone in the room sang Happy Birthday to me.  There was a huge birthday cake on the table and several beautifully wrapped presents. The room was decorated with brightly colored balloons with long flowing streamers of ribbon.

THAT DAY WAS THE BEGINNING OF A NEW LIFE FOR ME.  IN A MATTER OF MONTHS, ALEX AND MARIE BRANSON ADOPTED ME.  ETHAN AND I WERE ALMOST INSEPARABLE.  WE HAD THE SAME INTERESTS AND EVEN ATTENDED THE SAME COLLEGE.  HE IS NOW A DOCTOR OF GYNECOLOGY AND OBSTETRICS AND I AM A DOCTOR OF PEDIATRICS. 

Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

ALLERGIC

Allergic To The Letter E Challenge

 

Thank you authorsbmazing  for the challenge.

I’m all in for little challenges but this one is a tough one, especially if English is not your first language. Nevertheless, let’s see what I can do…

Here are the rules:

1) Write a whole paragraph ( a paragraph sounds easy right?) without any word containing the letter “e” (still easy for ya?)
2) By reading this you are already signed up.
3) Challenge others to do the challenge. They must do it within 24 hours or it is considered as failure.
4) If you fail or pass, suffer in the Page of Lame.
5) If you win, wallow in the Page of Fame.

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SNAIL

A snail stood still.  It was lost. It saw a sign…”this way”, so it slid forward.  Now, which way should it go? Forward was not an option and backward was not an option. Too much dirt in it’s way, so it just stood still looking sad. 

I believe I’ve succeeded. And yes it was hard as the little word ‘the’ constantly wants to sneak in…

Now who to pass this challenge on to??? How about you? Yes, you! You have just read my post about it and maybe you’ve asked yourself if you could do it. Or you know that you can. So do it!

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