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Month: December, 2014

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 17

Day 17 — Write a short scenario set in the kitchen of a fast-food restaurant.
Diane hurried into the kitchen with an empty tray. She practically sprinted through the busy kitchen to the manager at the back.
“I need you to go talk to the customer at table 12,” she blurted.
“What’s wrong?” the manager asked her.
“I’m not sure,” Diane replied. “She wouldn’t tell me.”
The manager hurried out of the kitchen followed closely by Diane.
A few moments after they had left, yelling erupted from the dinning room loud enough that the kitchen staff could hear what was said.
“How dare you!” an older woman’s voice shouted. “I will not be spoken to like this.” There was a moment of silence before the woman yelled again. “No!” she said. “I will not leave. That girl is being disrespectful and I want her fired.” There was another moment of silence. “I will call corporate about this. I’ll have your job!”
Diane burst back into the kitchen. Tears were streaming down her face.
“What’s that all about?” one of the cooks asked her.
Diane shook her head.
The woman shouted one more time. “Fine!” she said. “See if I ever come back here.”
A few moments later, the manager entered the kitchen shaking his head.
“Don’t worry about her,” he told Diane. “She’s just entitled. Why don’t you go home early?”
Diane looked at him surprised. “Are…are you sure?” she asked.
The manager nodded. “Your shift’s almost over anyway,” he said.
Diane smiled tentatively. “Thank you,” she said. She hurried off to the break room.
The kitchen staff stared at the manager.
“Back to work,” the manager said. “The entertainment is over.”
The kitchen staff hurriedly got back to work.

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30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 16

Day 16 —If we assume ghosts are real, what type of ghost would you like to see?
Any ghost so long as it is in the process of being hunted by the Winchesters 😉

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 15

Day 15 — Create a character who is falsely accused of a crime.
Sam ran into the bar quickly, terrified.
“I’m sorry, sir, but we’re closed,” the bartender said as Sam came through the door.
“I’m sorry,” Sam said. “I just…can I have a few moments?”
The bartender stared at him. “I’m really not supposed to…” the bartender said.
A police car sped past with bar with it’s siren blazing.
Sam jumped and hid behind the wall.
The bartender took a step away from Sam. “Do I need to call the cops?” he asked.
“No, please!” Sam said. “I haven’t done anything.”
The bartender looked skeptical. “Then why are you hiding?” he asked.
“I…” Sam began. “I’m not sure. I wasn’t doing anything, but then…these two cops came up to me. They started talking about some armed robbery. They said I looked like the guy who did it. I panicked. I ran.”
“So why not turn yourself in?” the bartender asked. “Get this all cleared up?”
Sam smirked. “Come on, man,” he said. “Look at me. The cops won’t just let me go. They just want to blame someone for the robbery.”
The bartender shrugged. “Fair enough,” he said. “So what are you going to do.”
“I don’t know,” Sam said. “They don’t know who I am. I suppose I’ll go home. Hope they find the actual robber so I can move on with my life.”
“And if they don’t?” the bartender asked.
“At least I’ll be able to spend a few more hours with my family,” Sam said with a shrug.
The bartender smiled. “You have any kids?” he asked.
Sam nodded. “Two girls and a boy,” he said. “My youngest just started kindergarten.”
“That’s a fun age,” the bartender said. “My son just started second grade.”
“Hey, mine too,” Sam said with a smile.
“Come on,” the bartender said. “I’m done for the night. Let me give you a ride home?”
“Really?” Sam asked.
The bartender nodded.
“Hey, thanks man,” Sam said. He followed the bartender out the back door.

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 14

Day 14 —Elvis still gets 100 Valentines each year. Tell about one of the people who sent one.
Jodi licked the envelope while “That’s All Right” played in the background. She began to hum along as she wrote the address on the front.
“There we go,” she said to herself. “Everybody should get a card on Valentine’s Day.” She added the card to her already full bag.
“Come on, Sparkles,” she called. “Let’s go for a walk.”
A little white dog came barrelling into the room at full speed, barking the whole way.
“Yes, yes,” Jodi said. “I know you’re excited. Now hold still so I can get this leash on you.”
Sparkles wriggled around happily as Jodi struggled to get the leash attacked to the dog’s bejewelled collar.
“Okay, let’s go,” Jodi said. She led the dog out of the little house. They walked slowly down the street towards the corner store.
“Hello, Jodi!” a voice called behind them.
Jodi turned to see her neighbour, Sarah, coming home from work.
“Oh, Sarah,” Jodi said. “You startled me.”
Sarah laughed. “Sorry about that,” she said. “Taking Sparkles for a walk?”
Jodi nodded. “I have some letters to mail,” she said. “And Sparkles could use the exercise.”
As she said the last bit, Sparkles began to tug on the leash in an attempt to sniff a flower that had caught his attention.
Sarah laughed again. “I can see that,” she said. “Well, you have a good day.”
“You too,” Jodi said as she turned to continue her walk.
“Sarah is such a nice girl,” Jodi said to Sparkles. “Remember when she used to babysit you?” Jodi smiled at the memory. Her life had changed so much in the past year. It seemed like all the good memories were decades past.
The arrived at the corner store and Jodi quickly poured all the cards into the mail box.
“You seem to have a lot of cards there,” a man said to Jodi as he walked towards the store’s door.
Jodi smiled at him. “Of course,” she said. “Everyone deserves a card on Valentine’s Day.”
The man looked at the card in Jodi’s hand. “Even Elvis?” he asked. “You know Elvis is dead, right?”
“Of course Elvis deserves a card!” Jodi said, affronted. “He may not be able to open it himself, but he can still see it. He knows he’s still loved.”
The man laughed and shook his head as he entered the store.
Jodi frowned. “If I’m going to give a card to Ralph, I think I can give one to Elvis too,” she told Sparkles. “After all, they’re both watching from the same place.”

30 Day Writing Challage: Day 13

Day 13 —Write about a random picture you would find in an envelope of finished prints at Costco.
“Hey!” I shout after the man as he begins to walk through the exit. “Sir! Your pictures.” The man leaves before I can stop him. A few people stare at me, but most of the people around ignore the commotion.
I sigh and walk over to the envelope lying on the ground. Luckily no one has stepped on it yet. As I pick the envelope up, I notice that one of the photos has fallen out. I pick it up too. I can’t help but stare at the photo.
The face must have been very close to the camera. Either that, or the camera was zoomed in. A lot. I can see the persons eyes. A bright hazel colour. The eyes are smiling at me from the photo. The lips on the face are a bright red colour. Not the colour of a lipstick, but a natural red. The person’s mouth is open like they were talking to someone. The mouth seemed to be saying “I’m so happy to see you.” The face was a very pale white. The person had a very clear completion. They looked very average, but the joy on that face is infectious. I feel my own mouth twitching into a smile. I don’t know this person, but I feel attracted to them. Like a good friend.
I smile to myself and put the photo back into the envelope. I walk the package back t the photo desk.
“Excuse me,” I say to the lady behind the desk. “I just saw a man drop this.” I hand her the envelope.
She thanks me and takes the envelope. I hurry off.

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 12

Day 12 —What is your favourite day of the week?
Why would I have a favourite day of the week? I suppose it would be any day that I don’t have to get up early.

Nikau and the Captives

Captain Nikau entered the office with a tray full of food.

“You girls must be starving,” he said to the Paidon children. “I brought you something to eat.”

The Paidon glared at Captain Nikau from their chairs. They were still bound and had been forced to sleep in the chairs all night.

He put the tray on the table and brought a bowl of oatmeal over to the nearest girl. He scooped out some of the oatmeal with a spoon and brought it towards the girls lips.

The girl jerked her head away violently.

“Come now,” Captain Nikau said. “You haven’t eaten in a while. You don’t want to get sick, do you?”

“Why do you care?” another girl snapped.

Captain Nikau sighed. “Look,” he said. “We want some information from you, that’s all. We’re trying to protect our people. If you help us do that, we’ll set you free.”

“Don’t lie to us,” the girl snapped.

“I’m not lying,” Captain Nikau said.

The girl snorted. “And you expect us to believe that you’re friend from yesterday meat us o harm?” she asked.

“Of course not,” Captain Nikau said. “Colonel Kuros was out of line. He won’t be coming back here. You’ve been left to my charge, and I’m under orders to do you no harm.”

“Then you might as well let us go,” the girl replied. “We won’t talk. We’re not afraid of pain.”

“That’s very noble of you,” Captain Nikau said. “But I have no intention of scaring the information out of you. In fact, today I have no intention of even asking. I just want to give you some food.”

“Then untie us,” the girl said.

Captain Nikau sighed again. “I can’t do that,” he said. “We’re not fools. You may be children, but you’re still dangerous. I won’t risk you escaping.”

“Then let us starve,” the girl replied.

Captain Nikau shrugged. “If that is what you want,” he said. He picked the tray up and left the office.

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 11

Day 11—What was your first childhood pet? Describe it in detail.
I’m not sure if this is referring to the first pet my family had in my childhood or the first pet of my own that I had, so I’ll answer for both.
When I was born, my parents already had two dogs. One was named Magoo. I don’t know what type of dog he was, but he was a medium sized dog with black, curly fur. My parents got rid of him before I was a year old because he was jealous of me. The other dog was a big black lab. Her name was Sheeba and she gave birth to a litter of puppies on the same day I was born. My parents hadn’t even known she was pregnant. She ran away when I was about 5 and we never did find her.
The first pet of my own was a guinea pig. I got her for my 8th birthday and named her Q.T. (I don’t remember what that stood for). She had short, black fur. She didn’t live very long. I suspect she wasn’t very healthy when we got her.
I’m an animal lover, so I’ve had a lot of pets. Over my life I’ve had 5 dogs, 4 cats (2 of which we had to give away shortly after we got them because we discovered that my brother was allergic), 2 gerbils, 1 guinea pig, 3 hamsters, 1 salamander, and too many fish to count. We usually had at least two pets at a time.

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 10

Day 10 —What do you want to be remembered for?
I want to be remembered as a writer. I want my books to be long after my death. I also want to be remembered through my family.

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