Withdrawal; be it from caffeine, cigarettes, alcohol, chocolate, seratonin reuptake inhibitors or even from another person, is a bitch. That is our theme this week. My fiction to be added shortly.

It’s rained here 25 consecutive days. In a row. That’s what consecutive means. 8 or 9 more days, and we beat our record. Now, I am of the opinion, if you are going to do something, go all the way. Let’s beat that record! But not everyone agrees with me. They are getting a little tired of it. However, I doubt seriously the Seahawks will make it to the Super Bowl, so, we are going to need something else to be proud of, anyway. Whooo-hooo, 34 days of rain in a row! We can do it! Come on!

So this week’s theme is rain.

Running Between Raindrops

“Who’s idea was this again?”

“Yours, it’s your New Years Resolution. Healthier lifestyle.”

“I was probably drunk when I said that. It’s raining.”

“Yes, it’s cold, too.”

“We could go back to bed, instead.”

“Now, that happens to be one of my New Year’s resolutions!”

Last night, I worked like hell to get asleep. It was an epic battle. Only to have it last but a mere hour and 15 minutes. A little after two, I woke up and realized I had no cat food. And I could not get over the fact I had no cat food. That I would have to go to the store, get some, come back and feed Pru, before I went to work. I realized that I would never get back to sleep in this state. So I got up and went to the store.

When I came home, I fed Pru, even tho it wasn’t really breakfast time. But we were singing the cat food song. it goes like this:

Does it come in a bag?

Is it something crunchy?

Do they call it ‘cat food?’

Then it is for ME!

If you want to hear me sing the cat food song, you have to come to my house and give me $50. Ok, I’ll do it for $20, but you still have to come to my house.

The point of all this is, today’s theme is “3 am.” My fiction to arrive shortly.

Three A.M.

She looked outside the window at the night. It wasn’t snowing outside, but it was storming in her head. Like a snow globe, their conversation had shaken her emotions, and she knew she wouldn’t sleep until they all settled, gently, into their new terrain. Everything was different now.

Hello and welcome to the last 50 Word Fiction Friday of 2005. Whooo-hooo! Goodbye, 2005! Don’t let the door hit you on the ass on the way out. [2005 has been a very rough year for some of you, I know you are happy to see it go.] So, I thought the theme was a no brainer, it’s new year’s resolutions. Something I, personally, do not make because I don’t like to set myself up for failure.

Fire in the Hole

Who was she kidding, she’d never give this up? Taking the straw to her lips, she took that first sip of bubbly cold caffeinated goodness. She’d tossed this last resolution in like a grenade, knowing it’s inevitable combustion would take the others down with it. Mmmmm…. Dr Pepper.

Man, I almost forgot it was Friday, my sense of timing is all out of whack, because I don’t have to go into work today. Ok, technically, it’s just a few minutes until Friday for me. I just got home from shopping about an hour ago. It was insane. I spent soooo much money. I have bags and bags and crap and I am not done yet. There will be 18 people at Christmas Eve dinner, aka: Stocking Madness. Which means 18 stockings to help stuff. [I think every event n my family should have the word “Madness” in it.]

Right now, I have to be honest, I’m thinking the theme should be blisters, because I have them on my feets, but since it’s the Friday before xmas, I’ll go with something a bit more holidayish. How about Holiday Headaches?

Candy Cane Headache

“Again! Again!” she cried, in perfect time with the aching throb in his head. “I want to play it again!”

He popped two excedrin in his mouth.

“I’m sorry, sweetie. We have to wrap this back up now. Santa was only loaning us Candyland.”

His wife was not amused.

Oh boy, I am so late. But it’s still Friday, so it counts. I only made it two hours at work yesterday before coming home. And I was home again today. This happened to me last year two, a week later in the month, right before xmas. I was sick as a dog. I ventured out to the grocery store today, but that’s about it. So, is it any wonder that today’s 50 word fiction theme is germs?

WBC Warriors Come Out and Play

She snuck up behind her prey, weapon firmly in hand. Hellbent on the havoc he was wreaking, he did not notice her.

“Yoohoo!” she called, and when he turned around, she ran her sword through his midsection.

“Damn you White Blood Cell Bitch!” the germ cried, as he died. Violently.

Hello, today’s 50 Word Fiction theme is the last sin in our Seven Weeks of Sin theme – Evildeb’s favorite sin – Anger.

Anger Management

Through a haze of dog hair floating in the air, the boy looked at his parents, and then down tot he electric razor in his hand. The dog happily wagged his now bald rump.

“I’m sensing a lot of anger in this room. I probably need a time out, huh?”

Hi! This week’s sin theme is Lust. I’m opening a pandora’s box with this one. Remember, ya’ll, my mommy reads this blog sometimes.

By the way, I did not get enough snow, last night, to necessitate working from home. Sad.

Toy Lust

She stroked the smooth surface, a look of lust on her face.

“Ma’am, if you don’t stop licking the PowerBooks, we are going to have to ask you to leave the store.”

Licking her lips, she moved away. He didn’t say anything about the Apple Cinema Displays.

You might be amazed, if you were around here Friday, by my ability to manipulate time and space, and post something in the past. I’ve got mad phat physics skills, and if I want to utilize tesseracts to go back to Friday, to post the FiWoFicFriday I can. Truth is, I was busy, and forgot it was Friday. But that’s ok, cuz I got a good story out of it, one which I will tell you later, with more than 50 words. Fun!

Ok, well, this week’s sin, and therefore theme, is Greed.

Greed is Tasty

The boy stuffed holiday cookies into his pockets. When his pockets were full, he began stuffing his cheeks. He turned around and ran into his grandmother, spitting crumbs on her sweater in his surprise.

“Well, Gordon Gekko, we’d better hide out in the kitchen before your mother sees you.”

Continuing on through the seven deadly sins, today’s theme is gluttony. Sorry I am late in getting the FWF up this morning. Please refer to last week’s sin Sloth.

Bellyache

He looked up at me with those soft brown eyes, to sleepy to even raise his head. I put my hand on his rounded tummy and gave it a rub and he gave a grateful tail wag.

“Gluttonous little puppy, you see what happens when you eat an entire ham?”