This is my weekly submission for Friday Fictioneers, where once a week we write 100-word stories in response to a photo prompt. This story is inspired by the fact that in my (possibly crazy) mind the underwater shopping carts looked kind of like they could have stork legs and what if they were, what if the carts were alive and currently resting, waiting for groceries?
After that, my thoughts just got weirder… Albeit not quite as weird as the daily reality of what’s actually going on in the world.
StorkCart or Not StorkCart?
Text from an intergalactic billboard:
Tired of pushing around boring old shopping carts? Try StorkCart, the only cart designed to snatch up your groceries and bring them to your vehicle of choice.
StorkCart – from the makers of VacuCat
Text from an adjacent billboard:
BAN STORKCART NOW! StorkCart stole my baby! StorkCart gave me someone else’s baby. StorkCart stole my VacuCat. For these and other true stories about the horrors of StorkCart, visit ggg.BanStorkCartNow.com. Then, write your local galactic representative and urge them to Say Yes to Proposition 451.
-Paid for by Citizens for a Cleaner Tomorrow
It’s Friday again and another week has past. It’s time to celebrate.
This week I’m celebrating typing The End to a novel draft, the chance to spend time with family, and some rare good weather apart from the heat and rain. In between the occasional thunderstorm and 90+ temps it’s been super pleasant. I have gotten a lot of little things done this week like a new shelf for my work nook and other small organization projects. How about you? How’s your week going?
PHOTO PROMPT- Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields
This is my submission for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. To read more stories and add your own, click on the blue froggy.
Letter found in a bottle:
When I feel completely, utterly alone, you’re there.
You don’t always quiet the storm. You don’t always make me feel better. When all is said and done, I think all we really need, all any of us can give, is that calm, cool certainty. There will be a port out there waiting for you, when your ship is ready to come in.
If today I do not return, I pray you never forget: you were there. You did what you could. I tried to come back, but this time for some reason I couldn’t.
It’s Friday and that means it’s time to Celebrate the Small Things. This week, I’m trying really hard to stay positive and it’s been hard.
I’ve been listening to Kill ‘Em With Kindness, a Selena Gomez song, on replay, and reading A Course in Miracles and Marianne Williamson’s commentary on the same. Negativity is so out there – and like this tangible force, like gravity. That said, I am proud of myself for doing everything I can think of to
fight back passively resist the pull toward hate, including, especially toward people who seem to be hateful at times. Okay, some days and some moments more than others.
Other awesome things this week. I have burned through my Nano novel and am now almost done (at just over 60k of my 70k target) after a few 5,000+ word days wherein, okay, I’m a little in love with my novel now. I don’t know if anyone else will be, but I certainly am.
Also I caught more Pokemon – this game makes me super happy because of the walking around and catching cute critters-ness of it all. Below: a local covered bridge / Pokemon gym. I covered bridges.
In addition to writing, a lot, I’ve also read a lot.
One of my summer reading lists, which I have inside my Elements of New Testament Greek text – because I’m brushing up on my Greek again partly because I think it’s funny, the expression, that looks like Greek to me. 🙂 Greek is such a cool-looking language. My reading list as I review it makes me feel like the FBI might just find me very interesting if they were to get a peek at it.
How was your week? Staying cool? Having fun? Read any good books? Write any great books? What are you celebrating?
get the InLinkz code
This is my submission for Friday Fictioneers, the weekly blog hop where we share flash fiction of 100 words or less. To read more stories or add your own click the blue froggy.
My story is below:
This is the third time this month that I’ve had to call in late to work because of livestock-related traffic delays. Don’t get me wrong, I love living out in the country. It’s beautiful here and the people are great. The roads though – I just don’t know.
I thought this new way to work would be better. Paved all the way and no “Animal Crossing” signs.
Now, watching a herd of sheep stomp past my prone car, all I can think is: yeah, they probably knocked the sign down last time they came through here.
This is my weekly blog post for Celebrate the Small Things.
I have to be honest, with recent events, I’m finding it hard to celebrate. I’m not sure why but the attack on Nice is especially unsettling to me. I can’t even fathom it.
So, I want to pause for just a second and pray for the people of Nice, France.
This week I’m celebrating keeping up with my CampNaNoWriMo goal, doing some late spring (summer I guess) cleaning, catching quite a few Pokemon AND getting most of my cardio outdoors this week. Also I’ve been reading a lot of books this summer, well, reading and listening.
You know, I think what really bugs me is – these people were trying to have fun, to celebrate – and maybe that’s why now more than ever, we need to have fun, to celebrate. One of the best things we can do today and always. Celebrate being alive, being free.
Liberté, Equalité, Fraternité
This is Friday and that means it is time to Celebrate the Small Things, as part of a weekly blog hop led by Lexa Cain.
This week, I have to be honest – I am exhausted. Between the 4th of July and my birthday and a couple other things I’m just simply wrung out – not in a bad way exactly, but right now all I want to do is crawl back in bed and go to sleep again, and I am actually, literally sort of mad that I can’t do that!
That said, I had my birthday this week, in which I turned 25. (Kidding! It’s a bit higher than that but I won’t say how high!!) Family in town for that and for the 4th of July. I also – because I’m nuts started CampNaNoWriMo with a 70000 word count goal and am thus far on track with that, a little bit ahead because I get twitchy if I’m just barely holding on.
My breakfast just went ding – making toast, yay! so I’m going to finish this up and have my toast and cereal. I love toast. With fresh creamery butter. Seriously, it’s my favorite breakfast food. I’ve actually totally unnerved restaurants by ordering toast and tea with milk and they’ll be like – um – okay, seriously? Yes, seriously. I consider it a treat though because I know a more balanced diet is important, and okay that was only ever in the UK where their breakfast foods admittedly scare me. Like marmalade which is gross. I know, woman cannot live on toast alone, et cetera. But if I could, I’d be so happy.
How was your week? Anything wonderful you’re celebrating?
P.S. In case you’ve never seen it, this is marmalade. Tell me it doesn’t look a little creepy….