“Beam me up, Scottie…”

This week’s prompt is “Beam me up, Scottie…”

   

Dr. Lawrence walked into the commons room at the State Hospital. “How long has she been like this?”
“Since she was brought in yesterday.”
“What’s she whispering?”
The nurse paused before responding, “Beam me up, Scottie…”
Scottie? What’s that even mean? I must remember! Think, Ruth, think!”

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“Captain, with all do respect, it’s time to transport her.”
“No, Ruth said to wait for her transmission; we’ll wait.”
“But after all this time . . . remember Jamison?”
“If she’s got amnesia and going crazy-?
“In retrospect, maybe that wasn’t the best code to choose.”
“Ya think!”

 

Word Count  100
Written for  Saturday Centus

Fierce Battle

 

Inspired by “Microfiction Monday
where a picture paints 140 characters, or even fewer.”

Rotund Samurai
Fierce battle in the sky
Fate chooses one to live one to die
Umbrella shield held up high
Warrior sons cry,
Die, fat boy, die!

NOTE:  I almost went with “Umbrella shield, iris field” but thought I’d stick with the rhyme of the rest of the lines.

~140 Characters~

The Lottery Ticket

This week’s prompt is “The lottery ticket…”

The lottery ticket fell from his pocket.
“You promised you’d quit!” she accused.
A smile crossed his lips as he watched her leave.
At last, he’d won.

Word Count:  25
Written for  Saturday Centus

Mothman

Inspired by “Microfiction Monday
where a picture paints 140 characters, or even fewer.”

  Mothman was no match for young Bobby whose powers were already fully developed. One day he would reveal the fossilized creature as art.

~137 Characters~

NOTE:  This sculpture of the “Mothman” was created by artist Robert Roach.  The statue is located in Point Pleasant, WV, the site of the “Mothman Prophecies”, a book by John Keel written in 1975 about the mysterious creature that appeared in Point Pleasant in 1966.  The book was made into a movie with Richard Gere in 2001.

What you don’t know . . .

His excuses were always plausible so she had no reason to suspect that they were simply well-fabricated lies.  She couldn’t be trusted with the truth.  He knew it.  She wanted to feel secure and cared for so he created a world where she was the princess and he was prince charming.  He even built her a palace, well, in reality is was more of an illusion of a palace.

He could never be sure whether it was love or pity that he felt for her, even from the beginning.  Her parents were murdered when she was sixteen and she was shipped off to live with a great-aunt she barely knew.  She was an injured bird that he needed to rescue.

He made sure she was well provided for.  She lived the life of the rich and famous.  She was beautiful and not very bright – the perfect combination in a wife.  Only he bored of her sometime in the third year of marriage.  Tonight was their anniversary.   Their tenth.  He had had as many affairs but he was smart and knew how to cover his tracks.  Later tonight he would celebrate their anniversary and then after a night out, he would make an excuse to go out and he would see his current mistress.  He was getting bolder.  He almost didn’t care if she knew but there was the money to consider and he couldn’t afford the financial loss that a divorce would bring.  Even without a loss, the negative publicity was the real reason he wouldn’t divorce her.  It was a game with him.  A game he played with cunning and success.  He was wealthy, admired, and powerful.

He made reservations at her favorite restaurant, a little French restaurant in the city.  She arrived first in a new red dress.  Men’s heads turned as she passed but she pretended not to notice.  She picked a seat where the view was clear for her to see her husband when he arrived.  The salon had done an excellent job on her hair and nails that morning.  She planned every detail. 

He was late as usual.  When he walked in she had her face buried in the menu pretending to read it.  She just wanted to watch him without his knowing.  She needed to savour every minute of this night.  He leaned over and planted a kiss on her cheek.  “Hello, honey.  Sorry I’m late, traffic was a mess.”

“Happy anniversary, Michael.” she said with a smile.

She watched with pleasure as he enjoyed his dinner.  He smiled at her and looked at his watch counting down the hours until he would be enjoying his latest conquest.  She returned his smile and asked him about his day. 

She willingly retired early that night while he left to attend to a “business matter.”   He never suspected the meal was tainted with poison or that he’d never leave his mistress’ hotel room.  He never knew how smart she was, how calculating, how evil.  So much he didn’t know.  Things like- he wasn’t her first.  Neither were her parents.

Written for 3WW’s prompt: plausible, taint, willingly  Comments, Corrections,  and Critiques welcome!

 

The Rival

Inspired by “Microfiction Monday
where a picture paints 140 characters, or even fewer.”

 

“Let’s see how impressed Maria is now with Jose’s big modeling career,” Jose’s rival snickered as he defaced the poster with a final “R”.

~139 Characters~

Progress

Every day you may make progress. Every step may be fruitful. Yet there will stretch out before you an ever-lengthening, ever-ascending, ever-improving path. You know you will never get to the end of the journey. But this, so far from discouraging, only adds to the joy and glory of the climb.
~ Sir Winston Churchill (1874 – 1965)

I believe it’s a defeatest attitude that says, “I don’t make resolutions because I’ll only break them.”  I say, live.  a little!  Dare to dream.  Take a challenge.  So what if you don’t keep your resolutions- you’ll never know if you don’t try!  And what if you do succeed?  At least a little in one area.  Make big goals, small goals, vague goals, definite goals, short goals, long goals, a new habit, break an old habit .  .  .

Don’t waste the year or end the year with regret!  What would you like to see changed, improved, finished at the end of the year?  Do you want to be more healthy, weigh less, weigh more, be debt-free, save more money, make better financial decisions, grow your business, start a business, get a degree, go back to school, finish school, adopt a child, start a family, get married, save the plant, save coupons, save a life?  The possibilities are endless!  The only thing that stands between you and your dream is you!

Write down your goals.  Make a plan on how you can achieve each one.  Perhaps just make a giant to-do list of everything you need to do during the year and post it where you’ll review it often and check it off as you go.  See how much progress you can make this year.  As long as there’s life there’s hope!

Don’t make excuses, make resolutions! 

Written for Sunday Scribblings!