Anita was crafting her intricate sign to bring to the rally. Donna brought her a cup of coffee and set it down on the table. “What are you hoping to accomplish?” Donna asked.
“My quest is to call attention to women’s rights,” Anita said. “Ever since Trump and his criminal associates took over, the rights we fought so hard for are frail. We must take umbrage with what they are doing not just in our words but with our actions.
“Well, it just so happens I read your horoscope today,” Donna said. “It said your endeavors will bear fruit.”
Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt. Photo by T. Chick McClure.
Also for these one-word prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (intricate), Nova’s Daily Random Word (coffee), Ragtag Daily Prompt (quest), Your Daily Word Prompt (associate), Daily Addictions (frail), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (umbrage), and Weekly Prompts (horoscope).
Marsha went to the kitchen sink and glanced out of the window. She was shocked to see that it was snowing. It never snowed in San Diego. Not even in the winter.
Marsha called her husband, who just came downstairs from their bedroom, over to the window. “Look, Douglas,” she said. “Snow.”
Douglas looked out of the window and turned to his wife. “You see, Marsha,” he said pointing at the window, “this just proves that the whole global warming thing is fake news, like Trump said. What we should be worried about is getting snow tires for the car.”
Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt. Photo credit: Filip Gielda.
Rain or shine, it was that time of the year when the city held its annual “Santa’s Sycling Soirée.” Kids and adults dressed as Santa Claus or Santa’s elves and rode their bikes into the city. A number of the streets were closed off to vehicles in order to ensure the safety of the young cyclists.
Unfortunately, things didn’t go well this year. Heated arguments broke out amongst the older cyclists. Some fought about regular versus electric bikes. Others fought over Brexit. And others seemed to fight for no reason at all.
It’s the world we live in these days.
Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt. Photo credit: Nicole Honeywill.
Charles hung his head, trying to understand how this could have happened. Against all odds, he had escaped the stigma of being an inner-city ex-con, and had been warmly welcomed to the community, embraced and respected by his neighbors.
Now he looked down at the charred, barren ground where his home had stood before the out-of-control wildfires wiped out most of the structures in the once bucolic town. All that he possessed was in the backpack that he quickly packed up before abandoning his small, wooden home.
But now it was all gone, his home, his neighbors, and his faith.
Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. Photo credit: Andre Hunter.
“The American Dream. Yeah, right,” Todd said. “The so-called American Dream is dead. The rich get richer, the poor get poorer, and the middle class is disappearing.”
Dwayne didn’t say a word. He just continued to stroll along and look into all the shop windows.
“Hey, are you ignoring me? There’s nothing worse than being ignored,” Todd said.
No response from Dwayne.
“Dammit,” Todd said, “say something.”
“You sound like a fucking mad hatter.” Dwayne said. “You’re white. Try being a black man in America. There never was an American Dream for black people.”
“Wanna grab a beer?” Todd asked.
Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt. And for the Daily Writing Challenge from The Haunted Wordsmith using these items: annoying, mad hatter, and <your favorite drink>, which is beer.
I also included a new challenge from An Upturned Soul, where we’re supposed to “put the term “ignored” into Google or Goodreads, and whatever comes up and catches your attention so much that you can’t ignore it, and say something about it, like how there’s nothing worse than being ignored.