Missy’s Adventure by Guamella Pellegrin


Here is another entry to my writing prompt challenge by Guamella Pellegrin. This little vignette is a lot of fun!

 

Missy’s Adventure by Guamella Pellegrin

Writing Prompt Challenge Guamella Peregrin

 

My journey began when I pushed on the screen door and realized, “Hey, there’s a wide world out there!”  Scrambling through the open screen doorway, I was off to a good start.  Mom was on the telephone, and Dad was at work.

Mopsie, our black and white cat, came over to give me a quick tongue-bathing.  Now my face shines like that giant yellow ball in the sky.

Johnny is over in his yard next door, swinging in his tire swing.  I had better hurry and get going before he sees me and tattles.  I head toward the rose garden next door.  Their sweet scents draw me to them.  “Ouch!”  This one just stuck me with its thorns!  I better keep going before Mrs. Johnson’s puppy, Sparkles, starts barking at me.
 
Uh-oh, what is this?  Let me touch it.  It looks exactly like the round green balls that Mom brings home from the grocery store, and when she cuts it open, the red part inside tastes sweet and juicy.  Mom takes out all of the black seeds in it.  Dad loves these, and so do I.
 
Wow! Look at this over here!   There’s a house at the top of this pole, where black birds are flying around it, and some sitting on its roof!
 
I guess I had better head back toward home before Mom finds me gone and spanks me.  Here it is!  I recognize these steps!  Let’s see if I can get back up.  This wasn’t as easy as I thought.  Whew!  I am finally up.  Now let’s see if I can get back inside.  Yes, the door is barely open, and I am now back inside.  I am SO-O-O-o-o-o tired, though.  I think I will take a short nap now, just a few minutes here on this rug.
 
As I lay my head down, all of a sudden a gigantic brown, fire-breathing dragon swoops down from above, and clamps tightly to my diaper, pulling me  high into the air.  High over the trees it carries me, its talons gripping my backside.Though scary, I can see all the homes and cars and shops so far down.  I feel the mighty whoosh of the dragon’s wings, and the heat from its body right above me.
 
We pass over the ant-sized city, then an unseen archer’s arrow plunges into the dragon’s swollen belly, where a scale is missing, and immediately it turns me loose and down I go.  An eagle catches my diaper in its beak and brings me safely to the ground.  The city still appears toy-size and I feel like a monster, as the eagle shows me which way to go.  Nearby, a whirlwind is moving in the same direction so I follow it all the way back home.  Strange that it knew where I lived!
 
The next thing I realize is, I wake up in my bed, and Mom is preparing a tasty breakfast, and as I  look down on my sheet, there lies a lone dragon scale!
 
 
By Guamella Pellegrin
June 15, 2013

 

 

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Mo Mo, Here I Come! by Guam Pellegrin


This is a poem submitted by my good friend, Guam Pellegrin, in response to the Writing Prompt Challenge I submitted.  Make sure to leave her a comment to let her know what you think!
 
Typical Finnish wooden rocking chair.
Typical Finnish wooden rocking chair. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Mo Mo, Here I Come!
 
Mo Mo, I’m on my way over
Gotta tiny turn to make,
Shine up the rocking chair,
While this road  I take.
 
Get out all your keys,
Pots, pans and bowls;
Dust off the cookie jar,
And remember, cinnamon rolls.
 
By the time I get there,
My diaper may smell strange;
A dab of lotion and oil,
Will be a pleasant change.
 
A tub of warm water
With a ducky squeaky clean,
Will get you peals of laughter;
You know what I mean.
 
An hour or two of Disney
Is really all it takes,
You may need that rocking chair,
For all of our sakes.
 
By Guam Pellegrin    

June 14, 2013

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A Little Writing Prompt Challenge


Writing Prompt Challenge

It is time for a writing prompt challenge. It has been a long time since I’ve done one, so when I fel it inspired by the pictures here, well, a writing prompt was born.

Anyone who knows me can tell you how much I love my kids. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for them and no sacrifice I would not endure.

My friend, Catherine, watches my kids during the day and often sends my wife and I pictures of our youngest. One of the pictures today was quite inspirational and some friends of mine took it upon themselves to do a little photoshop action and the results are fabulous!  It got me thinking that these pics could make for a fun writing prompt.

So here is your challenge; write up a story or poem for one of the two pictures and post it on your blog (or you can email it to me and I’ll post it here) and I’ll share it here. I’ll post a poll for voting and the winner gets a copy of my book and bragging rights.

The rules are simple.

1. There is no minimum or maximum length requirement.

2. Give me a link or a copy of the story by  11:59 PM Eastern Time on June 21st, 2013.

3. Have fun with it.

There you have it. Now get to it!

Kaitlyn in Suburbia! by Steve Pashley

 

 

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Apocalypse Runner 03-12-12


This is my entry for BeKindRewrite’s InMon Challenge.

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 The cheers of the assembled thugs did nothing for Bernard. He did his job because it was what he was paid to do. His contempt for the other member of the syndicate was well known by the very men who applauded him. He supposed it was some attempt to get in good with him, but he knew the truth. They feared him.

“Congratulations, Bernard,” said Evan Jones, the leader of the syndicate’s southern operations. “Another enemy of the syndicate brought low by your hand, and before the deadline at that.” A round of cheers erupted as a pair of midgets dressed as clowns leapt into the light of the hall. They kicked the head of Caesar Jimenez back and forth between them.

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Less Than A Month Away…Oh God


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It occurred to me today that it is October. While this by itself is nothing all that special, I realized that November is less than a month away and a severe hit of anxiety pumled me about the head.  why anxiety? Well as any self respecting, self loathing, self abusing…okay…any writer, might tell you, November is National Novel Writing Month. That’s right: NaNoWriMo!

Last year’s NaNoWriMo is what got sme started on my writing again.  I flailed about inefectually for a few weeks, okay months, and never did finish my NaNoWriMo novel.  I swore that next year would be different.

So far this year is not looking all that promising either. I have a bit more of a heads up this time, but I still have nothing prepared for it.  No outline, no characters, nothing.  I haven’t even started brainstorming an idea.  I want to go from fresh and hit that 50,000 word mark by the end of November.

So, instead of focusing my energies on the project preparation I am blogging here.  Are you planning on participating? Will you be my NaNoWriMo friend? What do you do for preparation? Are you ready to start writing? Have you already started (you cheater you!)?

Apocalypse Runner (09-05-11)


Here is my entry for bekindrewrite‘s Inspiration Monday Challenge for 09/05/11. I hope you enjoy it. The characters in the story have appeared in another story of mine. I use the setting for all of my writing challenges.

 

Bernard held still, pressed into a dark recess in the alley wall, watching the guards walk past. They had cigarettes dangling from their lips, the bright cherry at the end ruining any night vision they might have had. He could have killed them before they even knew what was happening, but that wasn’t the plan. He waited until they rounded the corner before he took a breath and checked his watch, a rare bit of technology that had survived the apocalypse. Two minutes late. Damn Felix never could keep a schedule even when it was important. Continue reading “Apocalypse Runner (09-05-11)”

100-Day Challenge, Day 046


Carl told me about his kids (Amy was six and Billy was ten), his wife (Glenda, his high school sweetheart), his job (he was looking at going independent), all of the things that made his life complete.  I’m sure that some of the influence I had exerted helped him get started, but by the time he had dropped us off I knew that his good natured banter was part of who he was and was flowing naturally.  I thanked him once again as Julia and I got out and shut the door.  He smiled and waved as he drove off.