MLMM Saturday Mix Story Starter — Delicious Mischief

She peeked back over her shoulder to check that the coast was clear. The house was dark and silent, and this was her chance — a moment of delicious mischief.

It was Lily’s eighth birthday, and the excitement of the day hadn’t worn off. After her parents bid her goodnight, the allure of the remaining birthday cake in the refrigerator became impossible to resist. Lily knew she had to sneak out of her bedroom and indulge in a clandestine dessert adventure.

On quiet tiptoes, Lily walked down the dark corridor, the old wooden floor creaking slightly under her feet. Each step brought her closer to her goal — the delectable cake awaiting her in the fridge.

As she entered the kitchen, she silently opened the refrigerator door, its interior light revealing the leftover cake, its layers adorned with rainbow sprinkles. Lily took a deep breath, carefully pulled the cake from the refrigerator and placed it on the counter. She grabbed a plastic plate and fork, careful not to make a sound, and cut a large slice from the cake.

Each forkful of the moist cake melted in her mouth, the sugary icing providing a burst of sweetness. She couldn’t help but giggle softly to herself, feeling mischievous and exhilarated all at once. It was a moment of pure bliss.

As the last crumb disappeared from her plate, Lily felt a sense of achievement. She carefully wiped away any evidence of her adventure and returned the plate and fork to their rightful places and the remaining cake to the refrigerator shelf.

With a satisfied smile, Lily retraced her steps back to her bedroom. The taste of the cake lingered on her lips, a sweet reminder of her secret escapade. As she slipped beneath the covers, she drifted off to sleep, a contented smile on her face.

Lily didn’t know that her parents, awakened by the creaky floorboards, had secretly watched her from the shadows, their hearts filled with love and amusement. They understood the allure of that leftover birthday cake and in their eyes, Lily’s mischievous adventure was a testament to the joy and wonder of childhood — a memory they would all hold dear for years to come.

Written for this week’s Mindlovemysery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix Story Starter, where the sentence is, “She peeked back over her shoulder to check that the coast was clear.” Image credit: Bing Image Creator.

Weekend Writing Prompt — Love or Lust?

It was beauty and light. It burned bright and fast. And then it was gone, leaving nothing behind but a vivid memory. Like the smoke from your cigarette, our love was ephemeral, so fleeting that I wonder, was it love or just lust?

(Exactly 43 words)

Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where the prompt word is “ephemeral” in exactly 43 words. Image from Bing Image Creator.

SoCS — A Grandfather’s Lament

You may call me a stick in the mud, children, but the fact is that I’m an old man who needs two walking sticks to get around. You can’t expect me to get up and dance the Fandango anymore at my age.

I know you want me to come with you to the park so we can all run and play and frolic. And you have no idea how much I would love to join you. If I could, I most surely would. But my old bones won’t let me.

I think I’ll just stick around the house and wait for you children to return. Then maybe we can play an exciting game of pick-up sticks on the kitchen table. Or if the weather is still nice, you can go out in the yard for some stickball and I’ll watch from the back porch swing.

What? You never heard of those games? Well, I’ll just have to take a yardstick to your daddy’s butt for never teaching them to you. Don’t laugh, Children. When your daddy was your age, I was a stickler about making sure he knew all the games, both indoor and outdoor. And I’d insist that he stick with all of those activities instead of sitting around with his eyes glued to a screen playing video games.

So go to the park and burn off a lot of your energy while old gramps here closes his eyes and takes a little nap. And when you get back, this old dog will teach you some new tricks.

And you can stick that in your pipe and smoke it! No children, I’m not telling you to smoke a pipe. It’s just an old expression. Now go to the park and play and run around. Have fun and I’ll see you when you get back.

Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt where she’s asked us to use the word “stick” in our responses to her prompt: image credit: Bing Image Creator — old man with walking sticks in an oil painting.

FOWC with Fandango — Housekeeper


Welcome to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (U.S.).

Today’s word is “housekeeper.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Please check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. Show them some love.