Or as Loon likes to call it, FWFF. She even made a little badge! And I stole it. You can steal it too. It’s free!!

This week’s theme is waiting.

Kitty Karma

“I’ve given it some thought… I’m not as good as I could be. It’s quite possible I won’t be reincarnated as a human.”

“No? What are you coming back as?”

“Probably.. a cat.”

“Why wait?” He opened his arms, she crawled onto his lap and purred.

Oh man, I am so happy it’s September! Fall is my favorite!

I was having a great deal of trouble coming up with my 50 words this week. I honestly think those sims sap all the creative juices from my brain. So, while chatting with Christine, she gave me the challenge of using the words “buttery justice.” We’d been talking about the Tick. Sometimes, all I need is a little push. Your challenge is to use either buttery or justice in your story. But, as you well know by now, you will get the extra special double chocolate hot fudge bonus points with the whipped cream and a cherry on top, if you use both.

Not Baked Goods, but Baked Bads.

Everyday he comes in, pushing people aside, talking on his phone, a wake of jostled coffee cups behind him. Day after day, the constant inconsiderate nature of the man. As I walked past him today, I tripped. Spilling the contents of my pastry tray on him, I dispensed my buttery justice.

Hello and welcome to week 21. Do you think we should have a 1/2 year celebration when we reach week 26? This week’s theme is the number 3, in honor of my baby blogs birthday on Saturday. Awwww… three is such a cute age. It walks, it talks, and now we can cut back on the meds because it spends half the day in preschool! Yay!

Turn Signal

She adjusted the mirror and glanced over at her passenger.

“Don’t worry, you know what they say…”

“What’s that?”

“Third time’s the charm!”

He looked up from his clipboard.

“Unfortunately, Ms. Douglas, this is your fifth time.”

“Wanna make it an even six, old man? Buckle up!”

Didn’t anyone notice that I failed to include the volume number last week? How come no one told me. Oh, I’ll fix that tomorrow. For once, I am not fudging with the date of this post, to make it appear on Friday. It really IS 1:38 am, and I just got home. And I was wracking my brains for a theme the entire drive home. And then I saw the beautiful sorta pretty much maybe full moon shining on the still waters of lake washington, and I said, there you go, that’s the theme. The moon. And then I said, i am not writing my story tonight, for I am going to bed. I will write my story tomorrow, when I am supposed to be working. Like a respectable blogger. And then I said, I’m only kidding, I would NEVER blog during my work day. Never! And then I told myself to quit while I nowhere near ahead.

So, yeah… the moon. Words from me later ….

goodnight, moon!

EDITED TO ADD:

What Lies Below the Surface

The sun is showy, it’s a star and it knows it. Accept it’s heat or run away, those are your choices.

The moon shines down upon you, sinking into you, filling dark corners with cool reflection. It shows the depths. Giving you this is the only reward it needs.

Well, since all I seem to be doing lately is going to office parties, we’ll make “parties” this week’s theme.

Rubbermaids

Holly munched on crudités as she watched the hostess unpack her wares. She stared at what she was seeing, unbelieving. All different lengths, widths, but only two colors. The hostess handed her one of a medium size and girth. She choked on a carrot.

“I thought this was a tupperware party!”

Some of you are receiving a failure error when you try to comment. Some of you are not. I just wanted to let you know, that I will look into this today. I’m not getting the error, so it’s wonky.

I’m still drawing a blank on the 50 word fiction, but the day is young. Friday is not over. Maybe it’s the theme. If the theme is causing you, too, to draw a blank, chuck it… write what you want, consider it a fill in the blank theme.

Meanwhile, until I fix things, here is a picture of me eating an ice cream sammich. Since I seem to be at a loss for words.

You know, I have absolutely no idea what to write. I just finished reading “The Historian” by Elizabeth Kostova, after several days of reading. My brain is so full of someone else’s prose right now… I’m a blank. And so there is your theme. Something to do with blankness. Blank in it’s roll as a noun or verb, it does not matter. You know the rules are lose. Except the word count!!

As for me, I’m going to have to sleep on it. I’ll have something in the morning. For now, I got nothing. Zip. Zilch. Nada. Blankness.

EDITED TO ADD:

Princess Naomi’s Unmentionables

She couldn’t believe the damage. Chairs overturned, broken glass, books dumped everywhere, clothes hanging from the ceiling fan, it would take days to clean everything up. She made way to her dresser and opened the top drawer. Sure enough, they were gone, all her panties were gone. Dirty thieving unicorns.

The theme this week is hearts, be they broken, battered, bruised, loving, warm, big, cold, full, beating or transplanted.

Stay Fresh Heart

I keep my heart in the freezer, sealed tight in a tupperware container, back behind the ice cream, the frozen peas and the vodka. That way, when I am tempted to carelessly give it away again, I will have time to think twice. While I wait for it to thaw.

Today’s theme is foreign places. It doesn’t have a be a foreign country, it could be a foreign climate or culture. Miami FLA is fairly foreign to a girl from the Pacific Northwest.

International Relations

He stared at her, a force to be reckoned with, wild curls and freckled face, stars in her eyes and stripes on her shirt. She smiled at him, taking a drag on a cold soda. He acquiesced. Her engine roared as she drove across the border, trunk full of mischief.

Look, I know it’s not anywhere near Friday here in Seattle, but it’s probably Friday on the East Coast. And I am tired, have meetings all morning tomorrow, so I’ll cheat on the time.

For various reasons, due to various chats and blogs, the theme this week is submission. Sassy! Doesn’t have to be sexual in nature, but I know some of you can’t resist. Mine is, so here is to hoping that the family stays away today.Bad boundaries! Maybe next week, we’ll do dominance?

Submissive: adjective – ready to conform to the authority or will of others; meekly obedient or passive.

He was surprised she was into this, surprised she let him get her into this position.

“I am not meek or passive. I don’t consider myself submissive,” she said to him, pulling on the silken ropes tied around her wrists. “I consider myself…. barely contained. Still want to play?”