Annie has always been a little over-the-top and some believe she’s anal retentive. She pays such attention to detail that it becomes an obsession with her. It’s not that she is suffering from OCD or anything. It’s just that everything, down to the very last detail, must be exactly the way she needs it to be or she gets thrown off.
For example, she loves to bake. She especially loves to bake apple, peach, and cherry pies. But she feels compelled to spell the word “PIE” all around the crust of her fruit-filled pies.
Which, by the way, are delicious.
Written for today’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. Photo credit: Annie Spratt.
Darla’s depression was getting worse and she knew she had to do something. She thought about that old song by the Drifters. She took the elevator to the top floor and stepped out onto the roof.
She walked to the roof’s ledge, sat down, and starting singing to herself.
“When this old world starts getting me down
and people are just too much for me to face,
I climb way up to the top of the stairs
And all my cares just drift right into space.”
Sitting up there, alone and way above the fray, she finally felt some peace.
Written for today’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. Photo credit: Yeshi Kangrang
“He’s my chick magnet, Dude,” Clyde explained to his friend, Carl, about why he put his puppy in his backpack rather than walking him on a leash. “You wouldn’t believe how many gorgeous babes come up to me and start oohing and ahhing when I walk down the street. They start petting him and saying how adorable he is and the next thing you know, these beautiful women are giving me their numbers and begging me to call them.”
“Interesting. But there’s one problem with your plan,” Carl said, watching the damp spot spread across the bottom of the backpack.
Written for today’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. photo credit: Savs.
Pat’s bike had been stolen two days earlier. He posted a picture of it on Craigslist, asking if anyone had seen it. An anonymous responder got back to Pat, pinpointing the location of the stolen bike. The responder also advised Pat to bring a hacksaw.
Pat went to the location and there it was, locked to iron bars with a u-bolt, next to a graffiti-covered wall in an alley.
Pat began hacking through the u-bolt so that he could take his stolen bike back. Too bad for him that a cop came around while he was sawing off the bolt.
Written for today’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. Photo credit: Linda Xu.
“How cool is that?” Ed said, handing the binoculars to Stan. “Alicia’s gonna love it.”
Stan looked through the binoculars. “Be Love period ed period.” He handed the binoculars back to Ed. “Sorry, man, but I don’t get it.”
“It’s her Valentine’s Day present,” Ed said. “I had to climb up there, trains whizzing by below me, to spray paint that. She’ll be impressed.”
“Is it supposed to say ‘be love. ed’ or ‘beloved’?” Stan asked.
“Shit!” Ed exclaimed. “It’s supposed to say ‘Be My Love, Ed.’ I guess I should have taken more time.”
“Nice try though,” Stan said.
Written for today’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. Photo credit: Elijah Macleod.