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Little Blue on Silent Sunday

Guilty or Innocent – Part Ten

The following was written in response to a blog hop called Six Sentence Story over at Denise’s. This week’s prompt word: “Eternal”.

 

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It was now Tuesday afternoon and outside Taylor’s office sat Pete with his parents. Pete somewhat felt better having his dad with him, fantasizing that he was his eternal secret weapon.

Taylor finally emerged out of his office at 4pm, “Sorry folks, I was on a conference call, please come in and have a seat, this won’t take very long.” After everyone was seated Taylor started off saying, “I had the pot in question tested over the weekend … (Pete’s dad thinking … ya, right, you probably tried to smoke it yourself) and just now got the results back.”

Pete’s dad was becoming impatient by this point (he knew Taylor from his own high school days and found him quite irritating) and spoke up, “Spit it out, what were the results of the test?”

“Now, now don’t get upset George, I’ll get to that, but first I wanted to let you know that I did talk to Sam and his parents this morning, and Sam has no idea what I was talking about.”

To be continued …

My story is ongoing and I began writing it on March 18th. It is about a boy by the name of Pete Patterson. During a random locker check a bag of pot was found in Pete’s locker. If you’d like to read this from the beginning, it starts here.

Wordless Wednesday

Dawson in Wait

Focus – Dawson

Zoosadism Haiku

The following was written in response to Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 178 #PhotoPrompt.

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Image Credit: Balaji Malliswamy

 

Suppressing heartache

Huntsman assassination

Eradication

 

© Susan Zutautas 2020

 

 

Scared to Death – Flash Fiction

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Lounging by the pool Kate looked up towards her window and was panic-stricken. A billow of black smoke was erupting. Then it hit her, she had left candles burning. “Oh my God”, she yelled. A neighbor grabbed Kate from running towards the fire.

“My mother is going to kill me, what am I going to do?” Petrified, Kate started to hyperventilate.

“Try to calm down, Kate,” her neighbor said while taking Kate to her place.

After a few shots of whiskey and a cold shower, Kate was still scared to death and kept saying, “She’s going to kill me!”

© Susan Zutautas 2020

Written for May 14th Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch.

Six-Word Story Spider

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Image by ClaudiaWollesen from Pixabay 

 

Spider is spinning out of control.

 

Saturday Six Word Story.

Prompt is “Spider” 

 

 

Guilty or Innocent – Part Nine

The following was written in response to a blog hop called Six Sentence Story over at Denise’s. This week’s prompt word: “Watch”.

 

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Looking at his watch while tapping it, Principal Taylor said, “The wife and I are heading to the cottage in an hour so how about we pick this up on Tuesday around three-thirty. That will give me time to question Sam and speak to his parents.”

Pete felt a little at ease as this would give him three days before Sam would more likely kick the crap out of him. Maybe he would be able to come up with some sort of plan to avoid a beating.

Pete’s mom stood up and said, “Yes that will be fine and I’m sure that my husband will return with us on Tuesday. Come on Pete, grab your bag and let’s go.”

To be continued …

My story is ongoing and I began writing it on March 18th. It is about a boy by the name of Pete Patterson. During a random locker check a bag of pot was found in Pete’s locker. If you’d like to read this from the beginning, it starts here.

Wordless Wednesday Carving

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Old Muskoka Road, Orillia, Ontario, Canada

 

 

Men in Pots – #FFFC

The following silly poem was written in response to Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.

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Image from Pinterest

Plant a man

Watch him grow

Does he grow fast

or does he grow slow

A vegetarian …

I’d say so

Look at his face, he looks like a grump

I would too with those bumps

Horns on his head holding up trees

Pull off a leaf and he will sneeze

He sits all day inside his pot

He’d better take care before he rots. 

 

 

 

 

 

Nourishing the Mind – Flash Fiction

The following was written in response to a flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch.

In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story to nourish. The characters can nourish or be nourished. What else can be nourished? A tree? A setting? Does the sunset nourish the soul? Go where the prompt leads!

 

 

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Little one, you must always remember to nourish your mind.

But father how does one feed the mind?

Not feed … nourish.

Please explain as I am confused.

Each day, be sure you take time for yourself to breathe and relax, to reflect, to find peacefulness within, to count your blessings. Sit down, read a book that interests you, learn something new. Keep a journal and write what your heart says to you. Write down what is troubling you, your joys, your dreams, your hopes, and your desires. Get fresh air and enjoy your surroundings. Socialize, always be kind.

 

© Susan Zutautas 2020