50 Word Thursday — The Big Sleep

So cold. My fingers and toes have gotten numb. My ears feel like they’ll crack into tiny pieces of frozen flesh if I touch them. I can’t feel my face anymore.

So hungry. It’s been what — two days since I had anything to eat other than snow? How long can you go without food before you die? A week? Ten days?

So tired. It seems as if I’ve been walking forever, but I’m getting nowhere. Have I passed those poles before? Or are they different poles. Am I walking around in circles? I feel like I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!

So easy. I can just stop, lie down in the snow, close my eyes. But what if I fall asleep and never wake up? Would that be such a bad thing? Maybe not. Maybe that will bring me peace.

(150 Words)


Written for this week’s 50 Word Thursday prompt from Kristian at Tales From the Mind of Kristian. The idea is to use the image above (unattributed), along with the line, “I have to remind myself to breathe – almost to remind my heart to beat!” from Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte, and to write a post that must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments.

50 Word Thursday — The Flip

He backed carefully into the room, turned, and stared. Perfect, he thought. He marveled at the arched ceiling in the entryway, the beautiful windows, and the thick walls. All it would take is a little TLC, and some sweat equity, and he could make a hefty bundle flipping this property.

(50 words)


Written for the 50 Word Thursday prompt from Debbie Whittam at Twenty Four. The idea is to the photo above and the line, “He backed carefully into the room, turned, and stared,” from Darcie Wilde’s Lord of The Rakes as our muse. Our story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments.

50 Word Thursday — The Plan

7651D491-A6E9-4016-B88D-4EF36939D0D7Autumn is here and we still don’t have a solution,” Henry, one of the town’s elders said. “Unless we come up with a workable plan, our backs will be up against the wall. Soon winter will be upon us and by then it will be too late.

Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul, I am afraid,” Herman said.

People, please!” William shouted. “Let’s stop talking about damp and drizzly and let’s discuss real options. We have a serious problem and we can’t just mop them under the rug.”

“You mean sweep then under the rug,” Herman said.

“Bite me, Herman, you myopic old fool,” William said. “You know damn well what I meant.”

“Just placate him, William,” Henry said. “You know he’s senile. I have a qualm or two about his even being here at this meeting of the council.”

“Fuck you, Henry,” Herman said. “My mind is as sharp as it ever was and if we can’t figure out how to bring those tourists back to our seaside town, we’re all screwed.”

“I have an idea,” William said. “We’ll offer a cash bonus to each travel agent who books passengers on the cruise ships that come to our town.”

All in favor say ‘aye,’” Henry said. “Opposed say ‘nay.’”

“The ayes have it,” William announced. “I will immediately send text messages to all the cruise ship companies and travel agents telling them about the bonuses.”

(250 words)


Written for this week’s 50 Word Thursday prompt from Kristian at Tales From the Mind of Kristian. The idea is to use the image above (unattributed), along with the line, “Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul” from Moby Dick by Herman, and to write a post that must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments.

Also written for Di’s Three Things Challenge for today, where the three things are “back,” “people,” and “wall.”

Also written for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (autumn), Daily Addictions (mop), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (myopic), Word of the Day Challenge (placate), Your Daily Word Prompt (qualm), and The Daily Spur (bonus).

50 Word Thursday — The Long, Lonely Road

CCC2B440-D029-4650-A318-431AF1EF6DE2He built his fires in a thousand places and slept on the banks of rivers. The grass grew over his tracks, but he knew where they were when he came again.

But now he was taking a different, long, lonely road; it was time for him to make new tracks.

(50 words)


Written for this week’s 50 Word Thursday prompt from Kristian at Tales From the Mind of Kristian. The idea is to use the image above (unattributed), along with the line, “He built his fires in a thousand places and slept on the banks of rivers. The grass grew over his tracks, but he knew where they were when he came again” from The Shiralee by D’arcy Niland, and to write a post that must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments.

50 Word Thursday — Ready to Launch

432D0FB9-B2F9-4F0F-B8AE-A4689DA9460DSue thought that she was finally getting the hang of her job. Provided she did exactly as instructed, she should be able to get it right. She let out a little chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” Cheryl, Sue’s cubicle mate asked.

“I’m just in a good mood, Cheryl,” Sue said. “Why are you always so churlish?”

“Churlish? Are you kidding me?” Cheryl said. “I simply have a realistic view of things, Sue. You, on the other hand, act, at times, like an animated cartoon character.”

“That’s not fair,” Sue said. And then she looked at the monitor and said, “Oh shit!”EBE45FB7-E098-4B61-AECA-5815DC0DFE1A(100 words)


Written for this week’s 50 Word Thursday prompt from Deb Whittam at Twenty-Four. The idea is to use the image above (unattributed), along with the line, “Provided she did exactly as instructed, she should be able to get it right.” from Agatha Raisin and the Quiche of Death by MC Beaton, and to write a post that must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments.

Also for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (hang), Daily Addictions (funny), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (churlish), Word of the Day Challenge (view), Your Daily Word Prompt (animated), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (emergency).