Category Archive:words

“Ungh!”

Babs sank into the water with a loud moan. Devon turned on the jets and manipulated them to reach just the right spots.

“Devon, you witch! What are you trying to do to me? First you twist me, pull me, and then force me to run to exhaustion. Now you give me relief, but shoot me with the jets.”

“Hush, woman. You know you like it. The pressure will ease your muscles and the warmth of the water will help, too.”

Babs’ mouth softened, spread into a grin as she grabbed Devon and pulled her into the tub.

“Gotcha!”
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VV’s challenge for the week was RELIEF. I joined a gym this week – working out with friends three times a week. My muscles are rebelling, reminding me that I am, after all, a senior citizen and should be nicer to my body. All week long my friends and I have been wishing for a jetted tub or a pool at the gym. Neither are there to our chagrin. So, I am torturing myself by writing about it. (with a devious twist – because I am just like that.)

It’s been a long week at work as well, so I am sneaking in at the last minute for this prompt.

Grapes
Peaches
Crab

Kendra checked off each item as she placed them into her cart.

Nuts
Bon-bons
Wine

Check – check – and check.

“That’s quite a list.”

Kendra jumped at the sound of her friend’s voice. “Stacey! I didn’t see you standing there.”

“Throwing a party, Ken?”

“Yeah, of sorts, Stacey. Mark comes home from work tonight. He’s been on the platform for six weeks. God! I get so lonely when he’s gone. He treats me like a queen when he’s home. These are some of our special foods.”

“Geez, you’re blushing, Ken. It makes you look sweet. Have fun tonight.”
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Lance and LeeRoy have chosen Peel Me a Grape as the song for this week. A number of Alaska’s oil workers are gone for weeks at a time – away from their families for 2 – 3 – even 6 weeks, then coming home for only a week or two. Some families survive very well. Others not so much. People do what they can do to survive.

My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog

She wore bright, flowing clothes and wrought silver bangles; her hair was long and loosely held back by a silk scarf.

I entered her wagon fueled by curiosity only a 13 year old boy could feel. God, she was beautiful.

“Come in, young man. Let me hold your hand,”

I shivered as she touched me, her bracelets cold against my skin.

“What is it you seek, sir?”

“I, I,” my voice broke. “Dammit! Oh, sorry, Gypsy.”

“No matter, little man. Soon all will mature. Try again?”

“A, a kiss! That’s what I want.”

“$20 sir.”

Best money I ever spent!
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As VV winds down from a couple of very busy weeks, she has challenged us with the word WROUGHT. The above is my take on using the word. Where is yours?

At summer’s end the house had been razed. The girls chatted.

“Janey, what will you say you did this summer?”

“Just that I am so glad to be friends with you, especially now.”
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Our weekend challenge from those novel trifecta editors was to finish what we started with the July 27th challenge. I had started a young adult mystery. As you can (I hope) imagine, LOTS must have gone on in between those 33 opening words and the above 33 closers.
🙂

It looks like home
Where my heart is
Smells like home
Where my heart is fed
Seems like home
When my heart returns
It’s HOME with you and
The love we share together
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Your challenge from trifecta, should you choose to accept it, is to write 33-333 words on HOME – as in “home is where the heart is.”

These are my words – where are yours?