Seven minute free Write

A seven minute free write on a topic called

Her mother makes it better.

 "Her mother makes it better."  "Oh yeah, we'll see about that!" called out the snotty girl in pigtails chasing after a red dodge ball in the playground.  "My mom makes it better and I can prove it!"   "Oh yeah, she repeats, "Oh yeah", said her school mate chasing after her benevolently, her breath seizing and her legs twisting and turning to keep up.  "What's your mom call it?  Better than puke cake?"  Teased the pigtails.  "No, I'll have you know that its called better than Robert Redford?"

"Robert Redford?  Whose that your mom's boyfriend?"  "Shut up", she flinched and tossed her hand out, barely grazing the girl's cheek and the girl looked back flushed and awestruck. A backhand to her face." A backhand! Why you little"...

"Christine, Christine!" Let's go! Your brother's got soccer practice and I don't have time for this."

Christine wiped her still red flushed face tossing a look of scorn at Huffy face before she ran to her minivan.  Threw her ball in and shoved her tongue out for one last snarl at Huffy before her mother drove off at a menacing pace.

The girl picked up her own ball and thought of puke cake.  Her mother made the best cake,everyone knew that!  So did the book club and her sister and her brothers who smoothed the chocolate pudding whisks across their tongues during her mother's final cake making steps.  "Who wants to lick the cream cheese?"  Huffy was always first.  "Can I lick the back as well?"  

"Let your brother, you had your chance."  Her mother's face was shifting towards the bowls contents.  She had already pressed the walnut crust to the pan, baked it to three fifty and was adding the cream cheese with a clean spatula.  "I'll have you know that your grandma made this, the best."  She said, eyeing the Redford.

Five minute free write

 Five minute free write on how to help the poor without risking their pride.
He helped the beggar.
He left large numbers of ones on the highway ramp.
He rolled up extra newspapers at the library and built a makeshift home from boxes.
A home so uniquely built it had its own sewage drain.
The man put a small food stand at the shelter with a carry out popcorn machine.
He gave the poor extra plastic bags from his Walmart.
He built a stand next to the Cans so the bags could easily be reached.
The man helped the poor by giving them small soap bars, napkins, disposable items from the dollar store.
"Easy enough", he said.
He used all the resources he could find, observed them outside the Drake and found their favorite hang-outs.
Built a library onto their shelter so they could save money for the bus.
He bought them their own air conditioner, turned it on HIGH blast, so it kept the whole place cool, even on lonely nights when the roaches took refuge and when the crack heads ran out of crack.
Everyone needs to sleep.
And there
He would sleep
Amongst them.
His hammock tied right beside their cots.
His sandals right next to their suitcases.
And his jacket right next to their shopping carts.
Tomorrow would be a new day, for the Tired.

Five minute writing prompt

    Getting out of work...

 

I'm going to show up and tell work that my eye is infected. they seen it yesterday at work.  They'll believe me, he said.  

She needs to get a root canal, can you come in?  the boss asked?

ive  got to run some errands in the company car.  she said

The toilet seat broke, I've got to get a new one, she said. 

She told me to leave. I left to appease her.

The boss came in one the first floor, and quietly escaped so she wouldn't have to relieve her employee at the end of her shift. 

Two minute Writing prompt

I think animals exist to remind us of our own existence

quite innocently I say these words...

We had five raccoons in our attic living for free.  they'd come outside at night and cascade down our fern trees.  the five of them.  They'd walk across our deck railings mom, dad sister brother and oldest brother.  I'd count them.  make sure no one was missed.  make sure they'd return home safely by the end of them.  And it would always be the five of them, making their way up the fern.  

Two minute Writing prompt                                                                                                            You walk into your house and it’s completely different–furniture, decor, all changed. And nobody’s home.

My home has changed somehow.  
Seems bigger emptier, 
nobody's home.
Now normally I like that
 Throw on some tunes and dance across the cool, hard wood floors.
 Fifty feet dimensions all my own space.
 But today its different.  
Boxes lie here and there.  
Prices are placed among items.
 I've been wandering how someone else's organization skills have turned my own items into a masterpiece.  
Quite seriously!

For the difference between some of our most prized possessions is my association with them.  My makeshift side table isn't special because its worth five dollars.  Its special because i spilled coffee on it numerous times and decided that a plastic,clear three piece drawer is better suited in my bedroom than my living room.  Or my suitcases are better stacked on my red coca cola chairs than neatly placed in the closet.

Writing with obstacles

I Fell down yesterday and I thought about all the things I wouldn't be able to do if i was placed in a body cast once again, mind you I've broken my leg three times.

Things you can't do when your in a body cast

see above the counter

play a variety of gym sports

go to your friends' house

have easy access through a door frame

go through the woods fast with easy

navigate concerts and stairways

enjoy all the theme park rides

Five minute writing prompt

Five minute writing prompt on the topic

This is my eternal dialog

Oh no Trin, you actually do look beautiful in this dress.   Mrs. Bridget Snoozy did not wear it last Friday.  Trin, you look cute, you smiled excellent today.  Little Johnny does want your number.  Freddy is not staring at your red spot.  Johnny is waiting for you at the altar. Mrs. Campbell did not throw out my newspaper for the third time this week.  My hair is not overly charged BUT incredibly tasteful.  My car is not an old granny’s station wagon or a hump bucket.  My brain is a computer and my mouth is the queen speaking.  My dreams are parallel to the universe.  And my social etiquette doesn’t embody that of a jack ass.

One minute writing prompt

 

One minute writing prompt on the topic

Extreme

This is extreme nosey.

Hacking into someone’s blackberry just to see how many times they need to go to the podiatrist.

Extremely careful. 

Duck taping your washer to the ground so it doesn’t shake or pin pointing the exact escape route for your near and dear rodent pals. 

Extremely nice, in addition, is planning a nice vacation for them, by scattering a bread trail of healthy snack choices straight out of your home.

Extremely non compliant.

Blocking the boundaries around your house during block party day.

Two minute writing prompt

Two minute writing prompt on a topic entitled

Traded places with my bully

I traded places with the loud mouth.  The one who acts like Obama's advisor.  I paraded around the work place and acted like a know it all, got in people's faces, told them everything about my personal life.  It was fun being her.  I did some two steps around the job, shook my tail feather, wore some inappropriate jeans and a low cut blouse on casual Friday.  

One minute writing prompt

One Minute Writing prompt on the topic

She’d catch you

She’d catch you.   It was easy for her to do.  She’d come to work at  two am just to see if you were sleeping.  It would be hard for me show up like that.  But she’d show up all right.  Hairs standing up on end looking to see if I left some couch undone.  Some dust not swept up underneath.  It was late mind you.  I could see nothing but blackness though the windows of the five bedroom tumbler.  The curtains left open specifically so I could expect her arrival.  And arrive she did, almost like a mouse with a bell.  Keep the front door locked and the back screen unlocked.  “Why did you unlock the back screen door?  Why are there towels hanging up on the rack?   Why are there cups on the coffee table?  Why are there rags hanging over the sink?”  Hmmm, hmmm I’d mumble.  There was no talking back. 

One minute writing prompt

One minute free write
 No one ever told Ms. Beulah she was too old.  She rocked her 2013 Mercedes with sky blue rims and waved her shiny hand out the window.  She'd drag race those youngins'. 
Sit high up on her seat pillows to stave off any hemorrhoid outbreak.

She was cool, real cool.  

On a typical Monday, Hill billies rode into town yelling out her window, "This ain't my mama, but I'm sure proud of ah'.

She'd brake abruptly, just to catch them in their coolness.

They'd smile and she'd say,  "Relax my sons, were almost there."

  

One Minute Writing Prompt

One minute writing prompt called

My friend   

Some may call their fellow drivers any amount of names.  I call all of them my "friends" for lack of a better word. 

Its positive. 

"Hey friend, hurry up," I yell.  "Come on friend, why'd you do that?" The passerby merges in front of me on lakestreet.  We both arrive at the stoplight at the same time.  The last minute decision from my "friend" an unnecessary one. 

hey friend

turn, turn, turn

Come on, come on, I yell, almost feeeling like I'm ushering a toddler to sleep

and my all time friend is taking his time.

Look whose coming over! I yell out suspiciously, motivating my own self to merge in a twenty foot space on the free way.  My invitation to dinner an unwarranted one, as my friend passes me the bird from his window.   

One minute writing prompt

One minute writing prompt on a title called:
Chasing leaves got me in trouble
Who would have thought?
that day it was me on a street over north.  A normal fall day, while I was pounding my feet to my favorite hip hop song Uncle Kracker and a neighboring man yells out at me. I'm thinking nothing of it.  I've got more important things on my mind like my school schedule and work.  When an adolescent girl pops out of no where and I walk straight into her outstretched fist! POW!
 My god, Was that an accident? I ask myself. 
I don't have time to figure it out. I take off like a bandit walking as fast as possible.  Girl on girl fight.  Who would have thought.

Two Minute writing prompT

Two minute writing prompt

Scam Artist

That car is hella bad.  You sold it to me.  That car breaks down at every stop. I've got to gun it, just to make it around the corner.  Why'd you sell me that?  You left a love letter to your girlfriend in the glove compartment.  Bad break up, huh?  By the way, you didn't tell me the windshield wipers didn't work ad that stank!  What is that?  You left an old burrito in the back.  I smelt it on the way to grandma's.  Why'd you do that?  That's f'd up!

I bought that. You told me to meet you at the Macy's  parking lot.  Cash only.  I should of known somethin' was up. That's f'd up!  You left your girls' number in the car.  Twenty of them!  I counted.  There was a subtitle on top.  "The biggest".  What's that mean?

Five minute writing prompt

This is a five minute writing prompt on Computer.

 

Your computer won’t shut down when you are getting ready to leave work at five. Instead, it is looping a message, and then attempts to tell you something. What is your computer doing? Write this scene.

 The computer has something to tell me, its been tracking my last moves for the past ten days.  In between my hovering on amazon products, the computer has come to find a few routine habits, including my newest pedometer, my few options on Ipads, amongst other things like my slow cooker recipes, and latest desserts, double chocolate fudge and other choice findings, it tells me that

for one, I shouldn't go to Trixy's.  Trixy will want to sell my my recent best buy purchase. 

Trixy won't be able to sell your gift card.

 

The computer writes in a five second column across the screen. 

I can get you forty dollars for your gift card.

The gift card is fifty.  I think back to the other night at Trixy's.

 FITTY, Trixy repeats back to me when i first show her the card.  Fitty, fitty...lets see what \i can do with that card, she grabs it fast, spins it over her size 42DD's.  She continues and Best Buy ain't doing doin' well.  Then she scrambles over her four foot raised bed each lump on her body grazes the flowered comforter as she reaches over to open her locked box.  She tosses the card in there.  I've got my money in there she says.  Its safe.  When you get married. You always gotta to be smart.  Always keep some money for yo'self, she states matter of fact tone.

One minute Free Write

Anonymous time for a free write on a subject called

She was cheap.   

She was cheap alright, chasing resources.  She had all her ducks in a row from going to the church and asking for help on rent to going to The Center for her energy payments.  "Sliding fee scale," they said.  "Bring in your income statements."
 And she'd tell herself "okay, let me figure out which job statements I should bring in."  She'd bring in the ones from her third job, the least paying job. 
She'd crash weddings, free food, free center pieces.  She'd got Avon to pay for all her accessories.  And all the clothing she could ever want, she got from her Salvation Army which had free bin days, Yard sales had discount Sundays.  And the zoo had enough coupons for admission you'd think they were giving the animals away.  Bath and Body Works adorned her friends' home on Christmas Eve thanks to giveaways at St Francis Odilla and random salad dressings that nobody wanted like Apricot Italian and smooth-yet-creamy Catalina.  That and all the ketchup and mustard packets from her local Sandwich De La Carta.  

Writing for one minute

 One minute free write on the prompt called

Swimming Underneath

Swimming underneath the trash in the house, I found myself amidst newspaper, beer bottle and cigarette butts,that and leftover candy wrappers.  The mouse made its way into my right pant ankle and I shrieked in utter dismay.  I can make it I told myself.  The kitchen door wasn't far away but the bags and bags of kitty litter, puppy chow and pizza boxes were my enemy.  I picked, scraped and pawed my way where I hoped my feast would find me.  The aromas from the kitchen filled my nostrils and I was too happy to sink my way, for the time being ,through jelly beans that lay on top of the papers in a thin line, purple, yellow. brown. licorice, lime green. The colors all too may flooded into my mouth.

Another one minute free write

A one minute free write on a writing prompt called

 Second hand fire

Second hand fire is not the same as second hand smoke.  He puffed it straight into her face on karaoke night where Japanese men were taking the mike and singing to the song WHO LET THE DOGS OUT, WOLF, WOLF...wolf wolf..

A little pitchy screamed the blue haired smurf next to her. She died her skin the same color.  She said she was going for a PAPA smurf look but instead came out looking like a blue skinned Egyptian.

Free write one minute

This is one minute free write on a write prompt called

 The hardest thing would be...

 To go up to these ignorant people and say Why you dooo that?

Immitate them.

There words bounce off me right after I hear them but I can't muster up the courage to stand up to them.

One came and punched me, off chance. cuz I just happened to walk into their fist.  Another yelled at me at the CUBs and told me to hurry up.  Hurry up lady, get your items on the counter.  Ain't nobody got time for that.  

Free write for 3 minutes

This is a free write on a prompt called

Compusively Stealing , based on a real car theft in Minnesota
   
You hear about those people who steal.  They live above your apartment or went to your high school, they sit next to you, you glance at their current stealing method and it says they got caught, were forced to write the police a letter of apology.
But what was most amazing to me was how a man put it in his mind that he would use his own tow truck to steal broke down cars off the interstate.
Did he have car choice in mind? Were they supposed be brown cars, or pot marked ones?  Were they supposed to be hail damaged ones? 
 Yellow would cause too much attention.  Attention seeking may get him caught.  So he stayed with the damaged ones, the unfixable.  The ones that screamed unwanted or had bumper stickers like "This is my baby mamma's car" or "Honk if your happy!" Did he decide on ones that hailed a politician or ones that screamed I'm into Darwinism?
Did he pursue those cake mudded cars? The ones who couldn't make it up an embankment even if they tried. 
Did he pursue girly cars or just the ones with big fender benders?  Maybe he pursued the ones that were eye sores, the ones who tried too hard who revealed ivy on their underside or make-up collections on their hoods,pretty bobble heads on their dashboards.