50 Word Thursday #11

This is my attempt at 50 Word Thursday #11 Thank you Deb Whittam   Along with the photo above, the following phrase serves as a prompt. ‘If I’d stopped to think I might not have done it, but fury is a great disregarder of caution.’ The rules are simple.  Write something, poem, short story, anything,

50 Word Thursday #24

It has been awhile since I have had time to participate.  I have missed it.  The rules for 50 Word Thursday are simple.  You can base your story or poem, or whatever you choose to write, on either the pic above or the following phrase or both:  the fishing boats had returned from their morning runs;

50 Word Thursday #13

This is my attempt at 50 Word Thursday #13 The rules are simple. Minimum 50 words, max 250, in multiples of 50. Using the pic (featured image) or the following phrase or both. “Holly found it quite impossible to suppress his permanent smirk. ” I changed it up this week, using only the pic. Thanks

50 Word Thursday #12

This is my attempt at 50 Word Thursday #12 The rules are simple. Minimum 50 words, max 250, in multiples of 50. Using the pic or the following phrase or both. ‘He still wanted to go there, one way or another, and to find that brunette, if she existed’ Thanks Deb Whittam   ‘That’s when

50 Word Thursday #11

This is my attempt at 50 Word Thursday #11 Thank you Deb Whittam   Along with the photo above, the following phrase serves as a prompt. ‘If I’d stopped to think I might not have done it, but fury is a great disregarder of caution.’ The rules are simple.  Write something, poem, short story, anything,

50 Word Thursday #10

50 Word Thursday #10 The image above and the following phrase, were prompts for this weeks exercise. “Whatever presence it was that had been observing her as she made her way through the woods, it was now pursuing her.” This is my humble entry.  Thanks Deb Whittam   Out in these thick trees, in the

50 Word Thursday #9

This is my attempt at the 50 Word Thursday #9 prompt. This week’s quote:  “He was the stuff schoolgirl dreams were made of.  Unfortunately, she was no longer a schoolgirl.”   Rounding the corner from the elevator, she saw him. He was the stuff schoolgirl dreams were made of.  Unfortunately, she was no longer a schoolgirl.

Re: 50 Word Thursday #8

50 Word Thursday#8   He studied for most of the evening.  Finishing the stack of books Mrs. Cavanaugh loaned him.  No closer to an answer, than when he started. He stretched his arms yawning. Then he pushed himself back from the reading table at which he had been seated and rubbed his eyes wearily.