Category Archive:Moose Nuggets

Junie and Brad had been dancing like this for weeks.

“Brad, this has got to st…”

“Junie, you are driving me cra…”

The office grew quiet, keyboards silent. Even an outsider could hear the intake of breath – could feel the tension between these two.

Then, the phone would ring – sucking the life back into the room. Brad and Junie separated.

Amy met Junie at the coffee maker. “You’ve got to let him off the hook, Junie. Otherwise you’re the office tease. You want to be known as Monica or Lorena?”

“Amy! Stop! I’m a married woman. I can’t be either!”
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There’s an elephant in Lance’s room and he has challenged us to write 100 words about it using Damien Rice’s song Elephant as our jumping off place.

My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog

“Sleeping like a baby.”

Seriously? Have you ever watched your child sleeping?

Our first baby was a dolly for me to cherish. Her daddy was wound tightly around her little finger – his back is kinked to this day.

We loved to watch her sleep – she’d start out squarely in the middle of the crib where we’d lay her. In no time she would scooch this way and that until her blond fringe was pressed into the corner of her crib.

Sweet slumber? Well, she WAS quieter when she slept. But she was never, ever still. I love that about her.
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VV’s 100 word challenge this week is SLUMBER. These are my 100 – where are yours?

It wasn’t the first time they’d sought shelter. Katie and Michael shivered, listening to things hitting the floor above.

“It won’t be much longer, Katie. We’ll be safe again soon.”

Then? It was too quiet.

“Michael?”

“Michael?”

“MICHAEL!”
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Trifextra’s weekend challenge: Complete the following story in 33 words:

‘It wasn’t the first time.’

(The five words are not to be included in your 33 words)


Wide open throttle
Wind rushing through tousled hair
First ride of the year


LouCeel does Haiku Friday!

You can tell when I am missing my motorcycles . . . I wax poetic. I started riding – let me back up – I bought my first motorcycle two days after oldest granddaughter was born. (She’s now closing in on 18) I *learned* to ride over the next few weeks – continuing on through the years as I grew into bigger versions of my first bike. Sold the last two about 5 years ago or so. Yes, I miss them. But it was time. And, fyi I wore my helmet so no tousled hair for me. Just a bit of poetic license.

“I am in full possession of my faculties, young lady.”

Mrs. Spencer pushed away the hand that had been offered and muttered; “silly git. Always wanting to wrestle me this way and that. Acts like she thinks she can boss me around. I’ll show her who’s an invalid. Certainly not me. I can still walk!”

The aide stepped back to allow Mrs. Spencer the illusion she had woven for herself. Recovery from illnesses seemed to go quicker if patients got mad enough to “show ‘em.”

One walked tall, the other shuffled, as they made their daily constitution to the cafeteria.


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The word of the week from Velvet Verbosity is Possession. These are my 100 words on that.

I feel Mrs. Spencer’s pain. Several years ago I had surgery, after which I sucked greedily on the proffered ice chips. Those ice chips were cut off without warning “until she gets up to move around.” I was quite upset – in pain – but I got up and moved around, muttering as I walked past every nurse’s station on the floor.

🙂 It works.