MICHAEL!!

Friday Fictioneers

Picture Prompt and the story.

Please go to Madison Woods site (she is the hostess of this Flash Fiction exercise) to read her story and the stories others have written.  http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/flash-fiction/expectations/

Hope you enjoy!!

“I don’t see him anywhere!”

“I thought you were watching him!  Damn it, why weren’t you watching him!  He’s only four!  You never take your eyes off of a four year old!!  Damn it!”

Aunt Ellie and Mrs. Barris

Shown below is a flash fiction prompt and the story I wrote to go with it.  Instructions were the words "I heard it too" had to be in the story and the story had to be between 101 and 1,000 words.  This story is 926 words.  This prompt was posted by Quill Shiv at http://quillshiv.com/.  The flash fiction Quill Shiv and others have written can be seen here http://quillshiv.com/2012/04/12/flash-fiction-faction-from-agatha/.

I hope you enjoy!!

Aunt Ellie and Mrs. Barris

The grand Victorian home sat on a 2-acre parcel inside city limits.  It is said to have been built in the 1850s as the city home of a very wealthy plantation owner.  In the 1920s, the house was purchased from the plantation owner’s family by Mr. Berris.  It was to be a gift for his new bride, Mary.  He had the home painted inside and out in all the colors that he knew Mary would adore.  She didn’t see the home until their wedding night.  Her eyes were wide

Flash Fiction Faction-Due April 12, 2012

Shown below is a flash fiction prompt...a fun exercise.  I have decided to participate in two such exercises every week.  This one is posted by Quill Shiv at http://quillshiv.com/

The rules are:

DETAILS FOR FLASH FICTION FACTION

Spend Time Showing and Telling

I know that I have a skewed view of life most of the time. I also know that my skewed view can be hard for other people to understand. Although I know some don’t get it, I honestly don’t understand

Fish On

Shown below is a picture prompt.  The concept is to write a Flash Fiction story of approximately 100 words.  Click here to find links to other stories written for this picture. Friday Fictioneers  Read on to read my story.  

His silhouette is etched in my memory.  Standing on the bank, with his fishing pole in his strong hands,

Your Challenge

Wouldn't it be fantastic if a better outlook on life could be found just under the soles of our shoes?  If during a stroll, we could read jokes and quips?  If these words were able to lighten a trouble or two?  If the simple act of reading these words could brighten a mood?  They do.
Everyday.  Many times a day.

http://comedycarpet.co.uk

If only every day you could feel this way even if you are not spending the day on the Comedy Carpet. You can. You really can.  

It takes practice, but you can.

How we choose to deal with a situation determines how we feel about that situation.  Simple,

The Colors Life Paints Us

Every emotion has a color that represents it.  Each of us has a Life Book in our hearts.  Each event in our life paints a page of that book with colors.  Please, Please, Please, do all you

Reminders

"In the end, we only regret the chances we didn’t take, relationships we were afraid to have,

A Blank Page

A blank page can become many things; a sketch, a note, a journal entry, a doodle, an entry in a wonderful story.  I have done all these things to blank pages and I have had a great time in the

My Daughter's Words (sniff, sniff...tear)

EXPECTATIONS

As I sit here the day before I turn 29 (yes, I know, I am getting old), I am trying to learn a lesson that my mom has been trying to teach me for a long time. 

Expectations......everyone has them right? Everyone expects a lot from those around them, but

A Story Skeleton

When I start a story, it starts as a skeleton.  Which is essentially a story outline.  I thought you might be interested to see what one looks like.  Please understand these are notes, thoughts, and has not been reviewed or edited for punctuation or grammar.  Feel free to chime in with your opinion...I always love to hear what you think.


So...here goes (a little scary publishing a story skeleton)

Clive and Bunny

He goes ‘fishing’, comes home drunk.  While he is sleeping it off, she gets a call from friend. 

What’s going on with you and Clive?

Nothin’, why?

Where’s he at?

Sleepin, went fishing last night, still drunk when he came in this morning.  Why you care

DRAFT Book Cover

This is the DRAFT cover for the book!  Would love to know what you think!!

Thanks for reading!

Brooke Ryter

Why Didn't You Tell Me About Him!?!

Her book had turned out to be a really good read, so before she knew it the plane was beginning its decent into Atlanta. At her departing gate, she found a seat near a corner where she assumed there would be less activity so she could continue to read her paperback during the layover.

A mom and her two children had entered the seating area. Her youngest, a girl, was begging for a

UPDATE

FROM PREVIOUS POST-
I started writing the story in my spiral notebook, which is where all my stories begin; handwritten, messy, sloppy handwriting. Before I knew it, I had written about 20 pages. The story is still being written. The story of Karen and Kyra, a mom and a daughter, who at one point in their story spend a day at the same beach my daughter and I spent our day. But what happens before and after that day in Karen’s life…that is a story. Dining in the finest restaurants, owning a house in the best neighborhood, then suddenly she finds herself seeking refuge for the night in an empty boat docked at the marina, penniless, hopeless, with a young child by her side. Then she…..(nope, can't tell you what happens…besides…it isn’t finished yet…who knows where my imagination will lead Karen).

UPDATE-
As I continue to write Karen and Kyra's story, it continues to grow. The story and I have reached the point of no return. The words, sentences, paragraphs, scenes keep coming and I keep writing. The story is now to large to fit into a book of short stories, which is what So, Whatcha Think is supposed to be. A book of short stories that take the reader on a journey through the human condition and allows the reader (you) to comment to the authors (Paige and I) with their (your) opinions of the stories and how the stories made them (you) feel.

The story of Karen and Kyra will become a book all its own. I have no title yet, not even a working

A Pay Phone, Teddy Bear, and Gems

A pay phone, a teddy bear, and some uncut gems...what do they have in common? A young women who finds herself in a bad situation.

Katie is attending Jewelers School. She is weeks away from graduating. Part of her education is

Home Is Where The Heart Is

“I know Mom. I understand all that, but I want to do this!” Colton says with distain in his voice.

“Son, you are in your last year of college. You can’t quit now! Being a rodeo star is dangerous and it isn’t a career choice! You need to finish your education!” She was trying hard to convince her son not

I am still here at Paige’s. We have written, we have played, we have worked, we have laughed, we have enjoyed…but best of all…we have remembered how to be kids. Although the husbands are still rolling their eyes at us, we are having a great time.

Just so you know, we have accomplished a lot on the book so far this weekend. We will continue to work diligently to finish this book and get it into your hands.

Thanks for reading!

Brooke Ryter

A Writing We Will Do….

I am spending the weekend at Paige’s house for a working weekend. We will be writing and collaborating on the book.

We have both been writing and exchanging our works by email…but there is nothing better than being in

Panic on a Wednesday...Makes for a great day!! And a headache. =)

You can call me an idiot if you would like…because I certainly feel like one at this very moment. I have the files for the book on a flash drive. It contains many files, some contain

Story Idea...From a Day Long Ago

Story ideas come from the strangest places sometimes. Let me explain…many, many years ago I spent a day at the beach with my little girl. She was a little more than a year old at the time. It was just the two of us. We built sandcastles, we played in the waves, we sat on a blanket on the sand and had a picnic lunch, and she napped with her head in my lap as I sat on a park bench in the shade by the playground. On that day I found a lighter case in the sand. It is silver with a gold unicorn on it. I still have that lighter case all these years later. It reminds me of that day.

I was going through my jewelry box looking for something and I came across that lighter case. As I picked it up and held it in my hand, memories of that wonderful day came flooding back. I probably looked ridiculous standing there, smiling at this small thing in my hand. As I stood there remembering the past, my imagination took that day in time and ran with it. All of a sudden there was a story.

I started writing the story in my spiral notebook, which is where all my stories begin; handwritten, messy, sloppy handwriting. Before I knew it, I had written about 20 pages. The story is still being written. The story of Karen and Kyra, a mom and a daughter, who at one point in their story spend a day at the same beach my daughter and I spent our day. But what happens before and after that day in Karen’s life…that is a story. Dining in the finest restaurants, owning a house in the best neighborhood, then suddenly she finds herself seeking refuge for the night in an empty boat docked at the marina, penniless, hopeless, with a young child by her side. Then she…..(nope, can't tell you what happens…besides…it isn’t finished yet…who knows where my imagination will lead Karen).

Thanks for reading!

Brooke Ryter