Friday Five with @meganslayer #writing #stories

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This week’s words are: extreme, heel, whisper, latest, clerk

I’m going to go back to #findmolly and see where the words take me.

Willie stared at the photo on his phone. Molly. He couldn’t get her out of his mind. Not that he wanted to. He loved her. He also couldn’t get the words ‘he got her’ out of his mind. What did her sister mean? “Who would take Molly?” he whispered.

Dennis, his former partner on the force, strode up to him. “So, I talked to the clerk for the parks service. The latest is that this pool has been closed for a month. I don’t know who would want to break in here, but there’s nothing to be had. It’s been empty. Even the racoons don’t want anything to do with it.”

“I see.” Willie scrubbed the back of his hand across his mouth. “Why would someone do something so extreme as to leave Nikki here and in such bad shape? How is she?” he asked. “They won’t let me see her.”

“The bruises are nasty and she’s got a concussion, but they’re keeping you away because they’re worried you’re the target,” Dennis said. “You haven’t given up looking for Molly and it’s been almost a year. She’s gone. She doesn’t want you and she’s not coming back. Get that through your head and move on.” Dennis turned on his heel and walked away.

Willie gritted his teeth. Now he remembered why he’d chosen not to be partnered with Dennis–the man quit too easily and wouldn’t chase leads. Now he wondered what in the name of God Dennis knew. He’d been too quick to dismiss this case and too quick to decide Molly was gone. What did he know? Was he the ‘he’ Nikki referred to?

Damn it.

A TV Show/Movie/Book that could be about me with @meganslayer #book #movie

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This week’s blog post concerns a TV Show/Movie/Book that could be about me.

Oh boy… I’m rather at a loss. I don’t watch much television that’s not true crime. I have no desires to commit a crime and I have no desire to do someone a mischief, so I’m pretty sure true crime shows aren’t going to be the story of my life. I love the show M*A*S*H, too, but I’m not a doctor and I’m not that fast at one-liners. Then again, I don’t have a personal writer to write my lines. All I’ve got is me. Lol. I don’t watch reality TV because I can’t stand the jerky camera angles and I hate watching the car races when they use the drone video because it makes me nauseous.

As for the movies I watch, I’m not going to be an Avenger any time soon and I’m not a member of the A-Team, so those don’t apply. Oh and I won’t turn into cartoon character, so Disney movies are out, too.

Books…I’d rather write them, then try to figure out which one seems the most like me, so that’s sort of a non-starter.

I guess the closest I could come to a book/tv show or movie being sort of, kind of about me would be parts of Are You Being Served? I’m good at being dingy when I’m not trying to be and I try to help, but it doesn’t always work out. I hated working at the five-n-dime I worked at back in the day because customer services wasn’t my thing. I won’t lie. I hated being yelled at when someone didn’t get what they wanted–lottery tickets that weren’t winners, products that weren’t in stock or products that weren’t what they expected them to be. I can say I did have an experience where a child aimed his toy/plastic gun at me when I was ringing out his mother’s purchases when I ran the register and I told the kid not to aim at people. Instead of the mother telling the child not to aim at people, she chewed me out for reprimanding her son. Mrs. Slocum, a character from AYBS? has a similar thing happen, but it’s a water pistol and she does get shot in the face. Not fun, but it happens.

What about you? What book/show/movie would personify your life?

Five Items I Can’t Live Without with @meganslayer #items #life

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This week’s post concerns Five Items I Can’t Live Without. In some ways this is easy. In others, it’s hard. Are we talking items as in VERY generic? Or five things around the house? So I’m going to answer this a couple ways.

Here’s the generic list:

  1. Clothes – I’m not a nudist and haven’t been since I was two.
  2. Socks – I hate having cold feet.
  3. My fitness watch – I appreciate knowing how far I’ve gone and that I’ve met my goals.
  4. My otter bracelet – the tot had an otter toy and there’s a long story with it, but suffice it to say, the bracelet reminds me of tot
  5. my wedding ring – it’s just part of me.

So here’s the list of stuff that’s not really stuff, but I still can’t live without it.

  1. My dog
  2. The cats
  3. Tot
  4. Dh
  5. My house

So there we go. What about you? How would you answer this one?

Friday Five with @meganslayer #writing #shortstory #supershort #prompt #findmolly #suspensestory

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It’s easy, fun and a little challenging, too. This week’s words are: green, tumble, meet, parking, concept

I’m going to get back to #findmolly this week, so here we go!

His stomach churned. The green slime on the floor of the pool smelled of death. His stomach wasn’t churning, no, it’s gone straight to tumble. It wasn’t Molly on the floor. It was Nikki, her best friend.

Where in the hell was she? He stood and fumbled with his phone, then called 911. Someone had to help him. Mostly, they needed to help Nikki. He watched the parking lot for the EMS vehicle. He wanted to be able to meet, warn and give them the story when the cops arrived as well. When he saw the flashing lights, he turned his attention back to Nikki.

“Honey? Are you okay?” He knew she wasn’t, but he had to be soothing. “Nikki?”

“Everything. Hurts.” She didn’t open her eyes and barely moved as she groaned again. “He got her.”

“Who?” He waved to the EMS, then focused on Nikki. “Who got her?” He wanted to shake her, but he had to be calm. “Nik?”

The paramedics muscled him out the way and one of the cops approached. “We need to take your story,” the cop said. “What happened and why are you out here?” The cop, Frank Miller, tipped his head. “Willy, you’re not even on the job any longer. What are you doing?”

Not on the job. What a concept. He’d forgotten about being removed from the case. Hell, he was one of the suspects in Molly’s disappearance. Always look at the spouse. But his cop instincts took over. He had to help. He had to find her.

“You need to go to the cruiser and have a seat. McMillian will talk to you.” Miller shook his head. “We’ll get to the bottom of this.”

“Yeah.” Before or after they found Molly? And who had Molly? What did Nikki mean?

Damn it.

My Favorite Holiday with @meganslayer #hallooween #holidays #garfield

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This week’s post concerns my Favorite Holiday (and a recipe).

My favorite holiday is Halloween. I don’t have any great recipes to go along with Halloween because I’m not much of a cook. Why Halloween? I hate being scared. I hate being startled. That said, I do like the inventiveness of the holiday. I love seeing how others decorate their space for the holiday. I like seeing the different displays and the interpretations. My tot loves to decorate our house for the event and even created his own sculpture to use outside. It’s pretty cool. I don’t have pictures of his work because he gets protective of it.

But why Halloween? I remember being a kid and watching Garfield’s Halloween Special. I can’t find the imdb link, but here’s the link to it on google, in case you’ve never seen it:

This show scared the living hell out of me, but I still wanted to watch it. There’s a creepy old guy who tells a ghost story, ghosty pirates that show up and it gets scary. Now, being five when the show came on TV, I was scared. But I loved it – because I could turn it off. You can’t turn off a haunted house.

The other reason Halloween is my favorite holiday is something that Garfield says… “Halloween’s my kind of a holiday. It’s not like those other stupid holidays. I don’t get pine needles in my paws, there’s no dumb bunnies, no fireworks, no relatives, just candy. Boom, you go out and get candy. It’s as simple as that. Simple, that’s me.”

Maybe that sounds greedy. Maybe it sounds miserly. I’m not wild about crowds and I don’t like being hugged. I like fireworks, but it scares the hell out of my dogs. Plus, I like candy.

What about you? What’s your favorite holiday and do YOU have a recipe? I can’t cook, but maybe I can make your recipe. It’s possible. 🙂

Best Autobiography with @meganslayer ~ Just as I Am by Cicely Tyson #books

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This week’s post concerns the best autobiography or biography. I rather looked forward to this post because I just read a book that was darn fantastic. Just as I Am by Cicely Tyson, her autobiography. First off, I didn’t know much about her, but the photo on the front captivated me. Then I read it and wow. This woman lived and she was so cool. The book reads like a conversation between friends, too. I recommend it.

And I know there may not be as many Beatles fans here, but The Beatles by Bob Spitz is pretty darn comprehensive for a biography. It’s long, but recommended because it’s in-depth. I loved it.

What books do you recommend? I’m all ears…or in this case, eyes. 🙂

A person who inspired me with @meganslayer #inspiration

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This week’s topic, which I am late to getting to is who inspired you. I’d initially thought this was a toughie. But then I got to thinking about it. It’s not that hard after all.

My dear friend, I’ll call her E since she’s not online and isn’t going to see this, is the type of person who is always on the go. Always moving, always doing, always helping. Then she fell. The fall wasn’t so bad, but she developed a blood clot. The clot moved around, as they do, and she started having other problems. She’ll need to a couple other surgeries, but one involves having her heart fixed. Now all while she’s dealt with this, she’s been so upbeat.

Then came the day she wasn’t herself. She’d come to a group meeting we had and just wasn’t herself. She’s normally on the ball and sharp but this time she wasn’t. Turned out, she was in the early stages of having a stroke.

Now on to why she’s inspired me. She’s inspired me because she sure did have that stroke and it sidelined her. She can’t go, go, go the way she used to. But she hasn’t given up, either. She’s gotten right on therapy and is home. She’s walking, talking and doing many things like normal, but she gets tired easily. She sometimes gets distracted, too. But she’s kept going. She may never get back to go, go, go, but she’ll darn well try.

That’s why she inspired me to never give up, no matter the odds.

What about you? Who inspired you? I’d love to know.

Friday Five with @meganslayer #writing #prompt #findmolly

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This week’s words are : ally, fool, pool, revenge, tense. I’m going to go back to the saga of Willie and Molly. #findmolly

Maybe he was a fool, but he’d thought he had an ally in her sister. Now he couldn’t get answers from her. What the hell did she want? Revenge? He’d never even looked at Molly’s sister. The moment he saw Molly, he’d fallen in love. Molly was the only one who mattered.

He flexed his hands on the steering wheel. Driving so long made his hands tense. But he had to find Molly. He glanced over at his phone and reread the address listed. The city pool? What in the hell was she doing at the pool? Was she even there or was this another dead end?

He parked in the lot and made his way through the fog to the chain-link fence. He pushed aside the broken piece of fence and entered the property. Trespassing? Yes, but he had to find his wife. He inched up to the empty pool. The city drained the massive hole every October and it was already the 27th of the month.

He made his way across the sidewalk to the empty pool. His heart lodged in his throat and he slid his hand over his pistol. If she was there, then he’d rescue her, but he’d also shoot anyone else. He crept up to the edge of the pool and sucked in a ragged breath.

A rumpled form had been dumped in the deep end of the empty pool. He noticed a lock of dark hair.


Saddest Book I’ve Ever Read with @meganslayer #books #sad

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I had to think about this one and came up with three.

The first one to come to mind was She’s Come Undone by Wally Lamb. I remember feeling so distraught for the main character and overwhelmed by the situations she gets into. My heart hurt for her because she’d been hurt. I can tell you I never read the book again.

The second one that comes to mind is Charlotte’s Web. This is a cherished children’s book, but for me, it was devastatingly sad. I truly worried through this book about what would happen to the mail players and when I read it the first time, I had the luxury of not knowing what would happen. I love the book, but I can’t read it again. I haven’t seen the movie, but I did like the songs in the story. Still, it was too depressing at the end for me.

The one book that truly devastated me and wrecked me from ever reading it again is Where the Red Fern Grows. I even have some anxiety about discussing it now. I watched the movie first – big mistake – when I was in the second grade. I don’t know about you, but I was traumatized by the fact that the dog died. I know the dog was protecting the boy. I get it. But…it traumatized me. I went home that day and cried. Everyone thought I was upset about school. Well, yeah. I was upset that dog died. We read the book when I was in the fourth grade and subsequently watched the movie. I refused to finish the book and knowing what would be coming in the movie, I took the failing grade on the assignment to read the book, then took myself down to the office in protest of watching the movie. Seriously. I would rather sit in the office than watch that movie.

Maybe it’s a good book to some, but to me, never again. Then again, I’m the one who will read a book, get to the point where the dog/cat/pet dies and close the book, not to be picked up again. I’m teased at book club because I’ve DNF-ed a book that has a dog/cat/pet dying. Sorry. Won’t do it.

What about you? What’s the saddest book you’ve ever read? I want to know, yet I don’t because I don’t know if I can take more depressing books right now. :/

Gifts, Presents and @MeganSlayer #bloggingchallenge #meganslayer

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This week’s post concerns the best gift I ever got. I hate to talk about what I’ve got or what I’ve received because it always sounds….uppity isn’t the right word, but it feels wrong. But…that’s what this post is about – gifts.

The best gift I ever received was an orange cat. Now, I know you shouldn’t gift animals. I know. But this was given to me and I wanted said orange baby, so that’s why it was okay. I’d seen a flyer for free kittens (I truly hate those flyers because I want to adopt all the critters) and this one was for two orange babies. I knew I couldn’t have both, but I pestered DH about at least inquiring. I had an orange cat when I was a kid and loved him, but for reasons I still don’t know, he passed away young – like age 6 – and when he did, I was the first to find him. Talk about messing up a kid… I was 9(?), I think. Yeah… So I saw these guys on the flyer and pestered. What I didn’t know was that DH knew the lady who’d rescued them – both abandoned on a country road, not really old enough to be weened, covered in dirt, yuck and fleas and one with a broken, bent tail – and she wanted to find them homes. Turns out she kept the other orange one, but the one with the broken tail is the one DH picked out. He figured no one would want the one with the ‘messed up tail’ so he adopted it. He brought the orange baby home in a Miller Lite bottles box (I guess that’s all she had and he didn’t expect to adopt right then) and part of our family. He was my grouchy, sometimes chubby loyal baby. He lived to be thirteen and passed from possible stomach cancer. I miss being visited right after we turned off the light for scritching time (he’d come in, stretch out next to me on the bed, demand to be petted, then when he was done he’d leave. Every night), his demand to watch me at my desk while I wrote (he had a box with a blanket on my desk so he’d be comfortable), he was the best stress ball (I’d pet him when I got stuck on the story) and how he looked forward to Christmas because the tree was his personal hiding spot (He loved when we’d put presents under there so he could be with the family, but hiding, too).

This past Mother’s Day, the men children gifted me with two orange babies. They aren’t my orange baby, but they’re adorable and I love them just the same. They’re young – not quite four months old – and still nutsy from being small, but that’s okay. They were rescued from a home where the young woman who owned the mother couldn’t keep the babies. We adopted two and I’m glad. Now seven of the eight babies have a home (our two included).

What about you? What’s your favorite gift? I’d love to know.

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