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First of all, I want to say thank you to The Speakeasy at YeahWrite.com for giving me a forum to share Waterproof again. I said if it won their weekly contest that I would finish it properly in 2013. And guess what?

So, now I’m a little stressed. Stressed and nervous. Fine, stressed, nervous and kind of excited. Because apparently I need something pushing me from behind to get things done lately. Cross your fingers there’ll be a book for you to purchase sometime in 2014. Just don’t underestimate my laziness, procrastination and … the biggest of all … paralyzing fear of failure.

Onto this week … The winner of the YeahWrite link-up is charged with providing the prompt for the next week. Here’s what I submitted:

The footsteps paused briefly at her doorway.

And then YeahWrite provides a picture that also must factor into your story. Here’s what they submitted:

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What the Duck?

Okay, you know what? Never mind. Never let it be said that I would bow down to a challenge. So here goes.

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The footsteps paused briefly at her doorway.

She peeked from beneath the down comforter that covered the antique bed in the old plantation home. The clock on the Victorian nightstand said 3:47am. “Wow,” she whispered to herself. “He’s right on time.” She slipped quietly out of the bed and waddled to the door. “Stupid champagne,” she thought. “I should really be more clear-headed for this.” Then she laughed. “That tour guide was a total quack anyway. There’s no way this craziness could really be happening to the guests every night.” Her head was swimming. She dove into her purse and fished out a bill from last night’s dinner where she’d scribbled a little note to herself. “Donald,” she read aloud. “The tour guide said his name was Donald.” She continued, stopping only a moment when her toes became tangled in the loose webbing of the vintage rug, and opened the door.

In an instant, she felt a feathery chill fly past her in the hallway. Then she heard his laughter. He was playing some kind of game with her. Feeling totally daffy, she thought for a minute that her eyes were deceiving her. Then she saw the heavy book hurtling right for her. She managed to duck right before it slammed into her head. Then she remembered the tour guide’s instructions. He’d told her group about how to handle encounters with all the migratory spirits that roamed the halls in this old mansion. And she summoned up all her courage.

“DONALD!” she squawked, trying to sound as much as like a mother from 1853 as she could. “Donald, STOP THIS NONSENSE and GET TO BED!!!”

And, as quickly as the noisy ruckus had begun, it ended … when the apparition of the small boy obliged, head down, and disappeared through the wall.

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{November 1, 2012}   Ketchup With Us #5

When Mel and I first came up with this KWU prompt, I knew right away who I’d be calling for a story. My friend, Vanessa, experienced some seriously crazy chiz in an apartment she leased with her husband during their first year of marriage. The actual story is a rather lengthy and deeply disturbing one that I forced myself to cull down to fit the 57-or-less mold. Every word of it is (gulp) true.

Every day, lights flickered and knobs twisted independently. Pictures turned eschew. The thermostat inexplicably vacillated between 55 and 90. Fixtures fell from the ceiling and the armoire door swung open every night. At 3am precisely. A neighbor finally spoke up. The last tenant in the apartment had been gruesomely murdered. And the crime was never solved.

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For a quick explanation of this link-up, click here. In short, Mel and I will post a picture or video with a writing prompt on the 1st and 15th of every month. All you need to do is respond in 57 words or less. In any form. We love creativity. And, with each prompt, we’ll feature a writer from the previous link-up. Which reminds me …

Our esteemed Ketchup With Us Featured Writer for today is …

Edward Hotspur

The Rules of Play

  1. Follow us on Twitter (Michele/Mel ) and Facebook (Michele /Mel).
  2. Post the ‘Ketchup With Us’ button (below) in your post.
  3. Link your entry’s URL to the linky at the bottom of one of our posts.
  4. Tweet your post to both of our handles with the hashtag #KetchupWithUs so we can RT you.
  5. Please turn off your captcha. It’s the right thing to do … and the tasty way to do it.

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‘KETCHUP WITH US’ – Prompt #5

In 57 words or less, tell us a ghost story … real or fiction.

Oh, and ONE … MORE … THING! This week, Mel and I will choose two entrants to receive an autographed copy of ‘The Underwear Book’ by New York Times Best Selling Author Todd Parr. Simply SCARE THE PANTS OFF EVERYONE with your entry! So go. Go NOW! Seriously, what are you waiting for?!!?

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