(Or what happens when you mix Merriam Webster’s word of the day with A Story A Day’s challenge, and pasting the last thing you (don’t remember that you) copied and complete, utter nonsense.
An Invisible Thread
Blame it on the state Mom was in, or the frame of mind brought on by the holiday. (Scrooge could look downright cheerful in this relay race of misery). Either way, Forest ignored the complaints, instead, adjusting the invisible thread tied about at the waist, meant to help with the pail full of water and pebbles. The puppy was going to gain up on them, so Forest had to raise the pails higher.
It was all Forest could do to not toss either pail at the mayor, who had to ramble on and on about the airplane he was going to purchase, if any of the tax payers’ money might remain. The baleful look in those beady little eyes made Forest squirm, wishing more and more that Forest could turn the Mayor into a worm!
The last thing she wanted to do was to have to take care of a dog. She hated them – dogs, cats, birds, any animals, really. And yet, the happy brown puppy found its way into her garage, again.
Grumbling, she put on her snow boots, then gloves, coat, scarf, and hat. Maybe, just maybe, as she shoved the path from the garage to the mailbox, the dog might find a car to chase after and a new family to call ‘home.’
For every shovel-full of snow she tossed to the side, the puppy jumped in an attempt to eat half of it. She smiled, despite herself. Hints of her baby brother, Benny, could be seen as white powdered the brown. Always jumping up for the unnecessary, the silly, the pure joy.
“Keep it up, you won’t have no room for steak and eggs when we get back, Mutt.” She didn’t plan on having steak and eggs for breakfast, content with the usual bowl of oatmeal. But the morning seemed to warrant a change, and not because of the year on the calendar.
Who knew the new year would bring a four-footed friend she’d admit to claiming as family.
Day three and I finally crossed the 4-digit word count mark! (and the word count goal of day one, with a few words to spare…1670).
Like a fellow NaNoRhino in our region, I may have ended up with a second ‘First Lines‘ bit…. However, this is the first line of a story(book) within the story, so it isn’t exactly cheating because…. Well, since this project’s still plotless, that’s why!
“I lied, to keep you from dying that day; and that may have been the worst mistake of my life.”
How is your NaNo project progressing?
Deborah & Jacob
(Today’s E-bit poem that hints of Crossing Seasons is inspired by the One-Minute Writer and the Daily Prompt.)
very day’s a present
Meaningful in some way
Be it trials and tribulations near or far or
Realizations of blessings
Around everywhere, the
Company of one’s best friend –
Eternity, Past, Present, Futures to find
(Today’s B-starting blip that hints of Diary of Dreams is inspired by the One-Minute Writer and the Daily Prompt.)
I’ve no idea what I’m doing for CampNaNo this year (aside from rambling aimlessly while my two cabin-mates make clear progress towards their goals)! And again, going for the Blogging from A-to-Z challenge, while weaving in the One-Minute Writer challenge. So here’s tonight’s result, from “Call Me, AL” –
“What is the craziest thing you ever did on the day for fools,” Alven asked. “Hijack a car? Go on a blind date? Take an impossible dive?”
Amelia smiled. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
He adjusted his glasses. “We’re still dating; so there’s a fair chance I might.”
She leaned forward, her smile growing wider for a moment. “Care to make a bet? Winner decides next destination?”
“Adventurous or foolish?”
“Both.” She paused. “I gave my boss a letter of resignation. On her birthday. Five minutes before leaving work.”
Alven reached for the wine. “Which job was this? Obviously the one you hated, right?”
Amelia shook her head. “The one I loved, the one I earned and thoroughly enjoyed.”
“And you resigned?”
She shook her head again. “I said I gave my boss a letter of resignation. The key was in the closing: “April Fools! Have a terrific birthday.””
“And you lived to tell the tale.” Alven sighed. “You win. What are we doing tomorrow?”
“See how well you survive shopping, for starters.” With that, Amelia found the most expensive dessert to order and enjoy, with a few servings ordered to go.
Bound – 2014
(Today’s repeated snippet from Diary of Dreams is inspired by the One-Minute Writer and the Daily Prompt.)
Betwixt the pages of the book most brown
Perdita Hermione Denke’s thoughts can be found
Of the dragon eggs meant to be
And of many more a mystery.
Though not entirely obsessed
She is easily distressed
By the bombardment, bashing boldness of snags
That bully from her sleep and drags
Her in pursuit of the meaning
Of whatever fragment she once was dreaming.
Arrows, Boffins, Castles, and Digits
Elves, Fairies, Gnomes and Hobbits.
In the chaos, there is order
In the maze that is before her.