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Title: Letters to Santa
Prompt: bike and ice cream
Word Count: 286
"A bike!!" Graham shouted loudly as he leaped out of the doorway and into the garage where a small black two-wheeler bicycle stood proudly wearing a bright blue bow.
"Santa must have gotten your letter," his mother said sweetly, smiling happily at her husband and squeezing her daughter's shoulder before looking back at her son. Graham had wasted no time in ripping the bow from the bike before throwing a leg over and standing joyously over his new acquisition. She quickly ushered him off the bike, prodding him back inside. "Come on there's still more to open and Sarah hasn't opened her first present yet," she told him gently as the four of them walked back inside.
The little blonde-haired Sarah jumped eagerly at her first gift, a large dazzling square box wrapped in glittering wrapping paper that reflected glowing dots all over the walls of the living room. She grasped gingerly at the bow on it and pulled slowly, giggling as the ribbon easily undid itself and slid off the box. Ever so carefully she pulled the edges open, not wanting to rip the paper. She and Graham were so different. Everything so precise and careful with Sarah, but Graham had no trouble rushing through and ripping paper from his presents if his parents hadn't reigned him in. She slipped the paper from the box and looked at the picture on the side.
"An ice cream maker!" she cried, delighted that apparently her letter had also made it to the North Pole. As she tried to read the included pieces on the back, her parents looked at each other and smiled. They had only opened the first two gifts and already Christmas was a success.
Title: Fish Bait
Prompt: friends and fishing
Word Count: 163
"He said go faster!" Cherise giggled furiously to Mary-Beth. Mary-Beth smiled widely and switched gears, laughing wildly as the boat flashed through the water. They both glanced quickly back to see Garrett waving furiously at them with one hand from his skis. Ah how nice it was to be out on the water with her two best friends. Cherise threw her head back and laughed to the skies. They dragged him along for a minute more before finally cutting the engine and pulling him in. He sagged onto the side of the boat, panting heavily and glaring at them both.
"Hey, what did I say about not killing me?? I'm supposed to teach you how to fish later, remember," he reprimanded in the sternest voice he could muster, trying his hardest not to smile and shake his head.
"Oh, you mean we weren't fishing just then?" Mary-Beth said with a wicked grin, batting her eyelashes at him as she fired up the engine.
Title: The Good Life
Prompt: feather & rain
Word Count: 569
CRACK! Lightning split the sky, ripping through it as though God himself were tearing the sky apart. Celia jumped at the sound, not expecting it to be so loud. The forecast had said possible showers not thunder storms. Just as soon as the thought crossed her mind the skies opened and a torrent of rain poured from the heavens; it sounded like giants were pounding on her roof top. This she had to see. She put on the thickest coat she had and pulled out her umbrella before slipping on her rain boots. As she turned off her laptop and grabbed her keys she suddenly felt more at peace than she had in the past year. There was something refreshing about the thought of going out in a thunder storm. She smiled as she walked out the front door and opened her umbrella, walking out onto her front lawn to watch the rain fall.
The ground was already soaked, she could feel the mud squishing beneath her boots. As she stood there rocking from foot to foot, the mud squishing below, she felt a rhythm rush through her and she started to dance, slowly at first and then faster and faster as the feeling took her. She tossed her umbrella to the side and felt the rain hit her face and run down her neck. The thick coat she had thought to protect her from the rain was suddenly too hot and heavy, she took it off and left it with the umbrella. With each drop of rain that hit her clothes, she felt as thought the water were trying to hug her, to hold her close and tell her that the future was not as dismal as she predicted it would be. The more she danced in the rain, the lighter she felt, as light as a feather drifting on a summer breeze.
She laughed, the laughter rippling through her body, a refreshing feeling that only comes with a spring storm when water washes everything new and brings back the flowers from the frost of winter. It was the best feeling she could remember and she didn't want it to end. As she stood beneath the sky, spinning under the rhythms of the rainfall she forgot for a moment that she was depressed. She forgot that she was single. She forgot that she was in a dead end job that held no future for her. She forgot that her family was too far away to spend time with. She forgot that she had too few friends to spend time with. She forgot all the negative thoughts that were in her head that evening. She rejoiced that she was a strong and independent woman. She remembered that she had job security in an economy where it was becoming more and more difficult to even get a job. She smiled when she realised that despite the distance, her family all loved her and would never stop loving her. She reminded herself that she had only just moved to this neighbourhood and that making new friends would come with time.
As Celia's dance slowed, she smiled at herself and all the good things that she had in her life. It would only get better from here. She stood under the rain, still pouring as hard as it had when it had started and let it wash over her. Life was good.
Prompt: bike and ice cream
Word Count: 286
"A bike!!" Graham shouted loudly as he leaped out of the doorway and into the garage where a small black two-wheeler bicycle stood proudly wearing a bright blue bow.
"Santa must have gotten your letter," his mother said sweetly, smiling happily at her husband and squeezing her daughter's shoulder before looking back at her son. Graham had wasted no time in ripping the bow from the bike before throwing a leg over and standing joyously over his new acquisition. She quickly ushered him off the bike, prodding him back inside. "Come on there's still more to open and Sarah hasn't opened her first present yet," she told him gently as the four of them walked back inside.
The little blonde-haired Sarah jumped eagerly at her first gift, a large dazzling square box wrapped in glittering wrapping paper that reflected glowing dots all over the walls of the living room. She grasped gingerly at the bow on it and pulled slowly, giggling as the ribbon easily undid itself and slid off the box. Ever so carefully she pulled the edges open, not wanting to rip the paper. She and Graham were so different. Everything so precise and careful with Sarah, but Graham had no trouble rushing through and ripping paper from his presents if his parents hadn't reigned him in. She slipped the paper from the box and looked at the picture on the side.
"An ice cream maker!" she cried, delighted that apparently her letter had also made it to the North Pole. As she tried to read the included pieces on the back, her parents looked at each other and smiled. They had only opened the first two gifts and already Christmas was a success.
Title: Fish Bait
Prompt: friends and fishing
Word Count: 163
"He said go faster!" Cherise giggled furiously to Mary-Beth. Mary-Beth smiled widely and switched gears, laughing wildly as the boat flashed through the water. They both glanced quickly back to see Garrett waving furiously at them with one hand from his skis. Ah how nice it was to be out on the water with her two best friends. Cherise threw her head back and laughed to the skies. They dragged him along for a minute more before finally cutting the engine and pulling him in. He sagged onto the side of the boat, panting heavily and glaring at them both.
"Hey, what did I say about not killing me?? I'm supposed to teach you how to fish later, remember," he reprimanded in the sternest voice he could muster, trying his hardest not to smile and shake his head.
"Oh, you mean we weren't fishing just then?" Mary-Beth said with a wicked grin, batting her eyelashes at him as she fired up the engine.
Title: The Good Life
Prompt: feather & rain
Word Count: 569
CRACK! Lightning split the sky, ripping through it as though God himself were tearing the sky apart. Celia jumped at the sound, not expecting it to be so loud. The forecast had said possible showers not thunder storms. Just as soon as the thought crossed her mind the skies opened and a torrent of rain poured from the heavens; it sounded like giants were pounding on her roof top. This she had to see. She put on the thickest coat she had and pulled out her umbrella before slipping on her rain boots. As she turned off her laptop and grabbed her keys she suddenly felt more at peace than she had in the past year. There was something refreshing about the thought of going out in a thunder storm. She smiled as she walked out the front door and opened her umbrella, walking out onto her front lawn to watch the rain fall.
The ground was already soaked, she could feel the mud squishing beneath her boots. As she stood there rocking from foot to foot, the mud squishing below, she felt a rhythm rush through her and she started to dance, slowly at first and then faster and faster as the feeling took her. She tossed her umbrella to the side and felt the rain hit her face and run down her neck. The thick coat she had thought to protect her from the rain was suddenly too hot and heavy, she took it off and left it with the umbrella. With each drop of rain that hit her clothes, she felt as thought the water were trying to hug her, to hold her close and tell her that the future was not as dismal as she predicted it would be. The more she danced in the rain, the lighter she felt, as light as a feather drifting on a summer breeze.
She laughed, the laughter rippling through her body, a refreshing feeling that only comes with a spring storm when water washes everything new and brings back the flowers from the frost of winter. It was the best feeling she could remember and she didn't want it to end. As she stood beneath the sky, spinning under the rhythms of the rainfall she forgot for a moment that she was depressed. She forgot that she was single. She forgot that she was in a dead end job that held no future for her. She forgot that her family was too far away to spend time with. She forgot that she had too few friends to spend time with. She forgot all the negative thoughts that were in her head that evening. She rejoiced that she was a strong and independent woman. She remembered that she had job security in an economy where it was becoming more and more difficult to even get a job. She smiled when she realised that despite the distance, her family all loved her and would never stop loving her. She reminded herself that she had only just moved to this neighbourhood and that making new friends would come with time.
As Celia's dance slowed, she smiled at herself and all the good things that she had in her life. It would only get better from here. She stood under the rain, still pouring as hard as it had when it had started and let it wash over her. Life was good.
