Mares eat oats and
Dōes eat oats and
Little lambs eat ivy
So why the hell am I cursed with a dog
Who eats only marigolds?
Written for the In Other Words prompt from Patricia’s Place. The challenge this week is to write a story or poem of five lines or fewer using the picture above and/or the word “marigolds.” Photo credit: Lisa Yount on skitterphoto.
“Do you think it will work?” Liz asked.
“Why wouldn’t it?” Stan asked.
“Well, for one thing,” Liz said, “we don’t have a dog. We have a cat.”
“But nobody knows that we don’t have a dog,” Stan said. “So between the ‘Beware of Dog’ sign and the motion-activated sounds of a vicious dog barking whenever anyone approaches our door, I think it will serve the purpose.”
“I hope so, Stan” Liz said. “There have been a lot of break-ins in the neighborhood lately. Maybe this will bring some peace and harmony around here .”
“I do have a backup plan, Liz,” Stan said. “In fact, this might be an even better idea.”
“It may rumple some feathers, Liz, but if the dog warning sign doesn’t work, this one just might do the trick,” Stan said. He reached down and held up another sign.
Written for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (beware), Ragtag Daily Prompt (hope), Word of the Day Challenge (harmony), and Your Daily Word Prompt (rumple).
“Listen to me, you can’t go running off all helter-skelter,” Detective Morrisey said.
“But it’s a ransom note,” Fred said. “We have to do something.”
The detective sighed. “I know, but we can’t acquiesce. That would have to be our last resort only.”
“You’re right, of course,” Fred said. “We have to develop a plan.”
“And we need to be very deliberate,” Morrissey added. “These perpetrators are very dangerous, fanatical people. They are devout in their beliefs.”
“I understand that,” Fred said, tears running down his face, “but what they’re doing is just downright cruel.”
“I know these cat lovers can be crazy,” Morrisey said, “but we’ll get your dog back.”
(Exactly 111 words)
Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where we are challenged to write a poem or piece of prose using the words “helter-skelter” in exactly 111words. Also for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (note), Word of the Day Challenge (acquiesce), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (resort), Daily Addictions (develop), and Your Daily Word Prompt (devout).
P.S. We have a cat and a dog and we love them both. So all you cat lovers out there, don’t hate me.
On the Fourth of July, when Independence Day is celebrated in the U.S., nearly every city and town across the country puts on fireworks displays. Many also shoot off fireworks as the clock strikes midnight on New Year’s Eve.
Everybody loves fireworks, right? I mean who doesn’t love fireworks. So dramatic, so colorful, so loud. The rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air. So inspirational.
Well, I’ll tell you who doesn’t like fireworks. Me! I don’t like fireworks. Because my dog is terrified by fireworks. Terrified!
Whenever she hears fireworks, she begins shaking all over. She will sometimes walk into the shower or jump into the bathtub, but as long as she hears the explosions of the fireworks, she is beyond consolation. I worry that her heart will give out.
My wife and I try turning up the volume on the TV or the radio to cover up the sounds, but that doesn’t do the trick. The only cure is time, and it usually takes about an hour after the fireworks are over before our poor dog calms down enough to breathe and behave normally again.
So no, when it comes to fireworks, I’m definitely not a fan.
Written for Roger Shipp’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner. Photo credit: MorgueFile Fidler Jan New Year’s. I realize that this post isn’t a work of fiction, but when I saw the picture of exploding fireworks, this is all I could think of writing.
I just came across this weekly photo challenge from blogger Nancy Merrill and this week’s challenge (or maybe it was last week’s challenge, but I just found it) is “eyes.”
The idea is to create a post for the challenge based upon the topic provided each week, in this case, eyes, and to share a picture or two of some of the eyes in our lives.
So here are the eyes of our beloved dog and our equally beloved cat.