Friday Fictioneers — Bad Karma

“Mommy look,” Jess said, pointing to a baby’s highchair on the sidewalk surrounded by trash. “Can we take it home for my baby doll?”

“No, sweetheart,” Jess’ mother said. “It has a bad karma.”

“What is karma, Momma?” Jess asked.

“It’s hard to explain, honey,” her mother said, “but seeing such a nice highchair on the sidewalk surrounded by junk gives me the willies.”

“What are the willies, Momma?” Jess asked.

“Just bad feelings, like something’s not quite right.”

“So what is wrong with that highchair?” Jess asked.

“Someone tossed it out,” her mother answered. “And that haunts me.”

(99 words)


Written for today’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Roger Bultot.

FOWC with Fandango — Trash

FOWCWelcome to November 20, 2019 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “trash.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

The issue with pingbacks not showing up seems to have been resolved, but you might check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.

Other Fish in the Sea

72C5F241-C822-4995-834F-02DECC658D3E“Dammit,” Jack said. He was visibly upset as he stormed into my dorm room.

“Hey, dude, what’s got you so shaken?” I asked.

“I asked Barbara to the formal,” Jack said. “She’s such a fox, right? But do you know what she said?”

“Did she turn you down, buddy?”

“Oh yeah, she turned me down, all right,” Jack snarled. “She said I was trash. She called me an animal. She said my family had no money to speak of and that I was beneath her. She made me feel like a real piece of shit.”

“Don’t worry about her,” I said. “She thinks, just because her family comes from wealth, that she’s some sort of hot-shit debutante. But she’s just a snooty bitch and is not worth wasting your time and desire on. There are plenty of other fish in the sea.”

“Yeah, well, I suppose that forgetting about her would obviate the need for me to rent a tux for the formal,” Jack joked.

“Oh come on, buddy. You’ll find someone even finer to take to the dance in no time, Jack,” I said.

“That’s true, dude,” Jack said, a confident smile returning to his face. “They don’t call me Jack B. Nimble for nothing.”


Written for Paula Light’s Three Things Challenge, where the three things are “trash,” “animal,” and “debutante.” Also for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (money), Your Daily Word Prompt (desired), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (obviate), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (nimble). Image credit: Pinterest.

Booyah!

Cheryl, aka, The Bag Lady, is a wonderful blogger who I’ve been following for quite a while. If you’re not already following her, you should check out her blog. Anyway, Cheryl wrote a comment on my post from this morning where I was whining about the high volume of spam comments I’ve been getting for the past five days. Cheryl wrote:

“Have you gone into your site profile and set up certain words or site names you block? I have done this and it helps a lot.”

So I took Cheryl’s advice, went to the “Discussion” menu in my Settings, and added “CBD” to the comment “blacklist.” Lo and behold, all those spam comments started going into my trash folder rather than into my spam folder! Yay!067fda2d-1960-40c8-8608-9e0923ddcb82Now, my trash folder is filling up, while my spam folder is practically empty. How cool is that? I feel much more comfortable doing a bulk delete of the items in my trash folder than doing so in my spam folder, where some valid comments might get incorrectly tagged as spam.

So, Cheryl, thank you, thank you, thank you, for your suggestion. I owe you! Bigly!

Twittering Tales — Walking on Eggshells

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“You scouts police the area and pick up your trash. We don’t want any crap left behind,” the scoutmaster said.

Before leaving the campsite, he looked around and saw an eggshell in the grass. “What’s this?”

“An eggshell,” a scout said.

“I know that. Who left it?”

“The baby bird?”

(175 characters)


Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales prompt. Photo credit: MabelAmber at Pixabay.