MLMM Sunday Writing Prompt — Everyday Objects

e9301ce7-05aa-4c3e-8b00-a20433e8bc13.jpeg“Oh yes, sage Uncle,” Billy said, his voice oozing with sarcasm, “regale us with your magical tricks. I can barely contain my enchantment over the wondrous things you will be sharing with us.

“Oh ye of little faith,” Uncle Scott said. “I promise you that what I will be showing you will pique your interests.”

“Come on, Billy,” his younger brother, Dennis, said. “Let’s see what Uncle Scott wants to show us.”

“Fine,” Billy said to Dennis. “It’s just that he’s nothing but a two-bit hustler and he makes my blood boil.”

“Yeah, Billy boy, don’t be such a cynic,” Scott said. “Now I need you two to come up with two everyday objects for my little demonstration. Dennis, let me have your fidget spinner. And Billy, hand me your iPhone.”

“No way,” Billy objected, “that I’m going to give you my iPhone.”

“Oh Billy,” Dennis said, “give it to him. It’ll be fun.”

Billy reluctantly handed his iPhone to his Uncle. With fidget spinner and iPhone in hand, Uncle Scott put them on the coffee table and covered them up with a hand towel. “Now watch this, nephews,” Uncle Scott said. “I’m going to recite an ancient Celtic incantation and these two everyday objects will vanish into thin air.”

“Wait!” Billy yelled. “You’re going to make my iPhone disappear. No way.”

“Don’t you trust me, kid?” Uncle Scott asked.

“Fine,” Billy said. “Just don’t break it.”

Uncle Scott began chanting in some language that neither Billy nor Dennis understood. When he finished, he pulled the hand towel away and the iPhone and fidget spinner were missing.

“Cool!” Squealed Dennis.

“Great,” said Billy unenthusiastically. “So where did they go?”

“Well, boys,” Uncle Scott said, “Truth be told, I know the incantation to make everyday objects disappear, but I haven’t quite figured out the one that can make them reappear.”

“Son of a bitch,” Billy muttered. “I knew it.”


Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt (everyday objects) and for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Promot (sage), Swimmers (us), Your Daily Word Prompt (enchantment), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (pique), and Word of the Day Challenge (blood).

Sunday Writing Prompt — Fuhgeddaboudit

34DCC9D3-27D1-4D90-993B-561EA80AC8E1For this week’s Sunday Writing Prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, the challenge is to try something new. Like using a different medium for your creative expression, tackling a new and perhaps controversial topic, challenging one of your own fears and writing about the experience, or stepping outside of your comfort zone. You get the idea, right?

Well here’s what I have to say about that: fuhgeddaboudit. Why would I want to do that? I’ve challenged myself my entire life. Now it’s time to relax. I’ve earned it. Listen, I’m an old guy, a septuagenarian. I like things the way they are. And I’m actually quite comfortable in my comfort zone. I neither want to nor need to change.

Besides, I do challenge myself with my blog. I post between three and six times a day. I respond to word prompts, to photo prompts, to some of these crazy Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie prompts. I even host my own daily word prompt.

I regularly post my thoughts, observations, and perspectives on what is going on around me. I read what other bloggers have to say and often comment on their posts. I respond to comments that others have made on my posts.

And I also have other activities of daily living that I have to manage, ranging from walking the dog multiple times a day to chores around the house to keeping my wife happy to paying the bills and to reading books and watching TV.

Seriously, the last thing I need right now is to take on any new challenges. This old dog doesn’t want to learn new tricks.

Sunday Writing Prompt — Going Back

img_2258When his kids asked Martin what he wanted to do for his 75th birthday, he said he wanted to go back to the town of his birth and to see the place he lived at when he was born and until his parents moved when he was ten years old. “It’s been 65 years since I last was there and it’s so full of childhood memories,” he told them. “I’d love to see it again before I die.”

Sally and Jacob purchased round trip plane tickets for the three of them to fly to their father’s hometown so that he could visit the place of his birth. As the day got closer, Martin grew more and more excited. He began speculating about what the apartment building his family lived in would be like today. Would it even still be there? What of the neighborhood he used to play in, the elementary school he attended?

The big day finally arrived and Martin could barely contain himself. After the plane landed, the trio rented a car and drove to the address Martin had given them. They pulled the car up to the address and got out of the car.

img_2257Martin gazed at the boarded up, abandoned building, a look of dismay on his face. His kids looked up at him expectantly and saw that tears had welled up in his eyes. “It’s a lot smaller than I remember,” he said.

“You were just a kid,” his daughter said. “Of course it looked bigger to you then than it does now.”

“I think Thomas Wolfe might have been right when he wrote, You Can’t Go Home Again,” Martin said. He looked around his childhood neighborhood and said, “Or maybe it should be that you shouldn’t go home again.”


Written for today’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt. The idea is to craft a post in which you go from place to another.

MLMM — The Rorschach Test

0FBD3EA6-D381-4B64-97B9-ADD4776CC435Hal and his wife, Marlene, were sitting in their living room watching a rerun of “The X Files” when they heard a commotion on their front porch. “Did you hear that?” Marlene asked her husband.

“Yeah,” he said. “Probably a raccoon. He’ll go away when he doesn’t find any food out there.”

But the noise coming from the porch didn’t stop, so Marlene said, “Hal, get your lazy ass out there and see what is going on.”

Reluctantly, Hal slowly got up and out of his easy chair, went to the front door, turned on the porch light, and flung open the door. At first he didn’t see anything, but then he looked down and saw a creature the likes of which he had never seen before. Startled, he jumped back a step or two. The strange-looking, three-foot tall “thing” stepped into the living room. When Marlene saw it, she let out a blood curdling scream.

The creature waddled toward Marlene and she jumped up on the sofa as she might have if she’d been frightened by a mouse. Meanwhile, Hal went into the front hall closet and pulled out his shotgun.

“Do not fear me,” the creature said in a somewhat metallic voice. “I am sorry I scared you; I intend you no harm.”

“I’ve got you in my sights, you freakin’ monster,” Hal said. “One false move and I’ll blow you to Kingdom Come.”

“I do not know what that is,” the critter said. “But there is no need for violence.”

Almost hysterically, Marlene screamed, “What do you want?”

“My name is Rorschach and I am not from this planet,” the creature said. “My mission is to explore the solar system for signs of intelligent life.”

“So what were you doing on our porch, you alien?” Hal asked, shotgun still pointed at the creature. “Ain’t no intelligent life in these parts.” With that, Hal started to pull the trigger, but before he could, both the shotgun and Hal disintegrated into a pile of red embers.

Looking at the ashes where Hal had been standing, Rorschach said, “Yes, I can see that.” It then turned to Marlene and said, “Is this any way to treat visitors from out-of-town?”

At which point Marlene fainted dead away.


Written for today’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt. And for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge, “treat.”

Up Around The Corner

Fuller house“Don’t you live near that famous house?” Craig asked. “I have this guide book of interesting things to do in San Franscisco and one was to see the house from that old TV show “Full House.”

“Yeah,” I said. “It’s up around the corner from here.”

“Cool. Let’s go see it,” Craig said.

“It’s just the façade. The show wasn’t filmed in or at the house. That was done in a studio,” I explained. “That house was used only for exterior shots.”

“So what? It’s still a famous San Francisco landmark, right?” Craig said. “You can take a picture of me standing in front of the place.”

“Yeah, you and dozens of others,” I said. “That place has hundreds of people milling around it at all hours of the day. They’re loud and obnoxious. They block traffic and drop trash and cigarette butts all around the place.”

“Come on, dude,” Craig pleaded. “I’m your brother from another mother from back east. The least you can do is to walk around the corner with me and take my picture standing on the steps of the Full House house. It’s not like we have to get in the car and drive there.”

“Okay, whatever,” I said, giving in. “But if it takes more than 30 minutes for you to get a spot alone on the steps, I’m outta there.


Another twofer. Written for today’s Select a Heading Sunday Writing Prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and for today’s one-word prompt, “famous.”