Posts Tagged ‘family’

Deceptions Challenge: Music Prompt

06 May

The Challenge: On Episode 8 of our Deceptionists podcast Paul provided a writing prompt around a piece of music. The goal was 500-800 words about an encounter between two people. I did not get to 500 words, because I felt that the piece was “over” for me once I got past the first moment. It’s rough, because I’m trying to challenge myself to move on and not focus on mistakes. Read the rest of this entry »


Breakfast: Home

19 Nov

Tuesday afternoon is bingo. Wednesday they serve meatloaf for dinner. Friday morning she has a hair-setting appointment. Her week has many things to look forward to, but Sunday is her favorite.

On Sunday her favorite son comes and takes her to brunch at The Stuffed Turkey, a local restaurant with a special weekend brunch menu. He talks about his job and her grandchildren and listens while she prattles on about the latest gossip in her community. He drinks coffee and she sips a mimosa, but she’s transported back across the years to his childhood and she feels anything is still possible.


Primary Colors: LiveStrong

13 Nov

There were two things he never took off without a very good reason. The first was the wedding ring that had to be replaced after falling into a river on his honeymoon. The other was a yellow band of rubber imprinted with a simple challenge. It had been a fad for some, but for him it was a call to action. After nearly 10 years of marriage, he could hardly feel the weight of the ring. The band would go unnoticed for weeks and then it would get snagged on a shirt and remind him.

Cancer sucks. Also, get on your bike.

inspired by one of Ryan’s recent tweets.


Puppies and Rainbows: Shared Moments

05 Nov

As he scratched behind Bowser’s big floppy ears, Roark’s parents conferred.

“We decided, Roger. Bethany would get to pick out the puppy.”

“But look at your son. He’s smiling. He’s having fun. I can’t remember the last time he came out with us without his phone in his hand.”

“But Bethany—” Janie cut herself short as she watched her daughter approach Bowser and Roark. Roark showed her what he’d already learned about the affectionate little puppy. Where he liked to be scratched. Sounds that made him wag his tail. Bethany searched the room for her parents.

“I like this one, Mom.”


Puppies and Rainbows: When Bowser Met Roark

03 Nov

(don’t bother counting. it’s another double drabble)

“Hang in there! It’ll be your turn, soon.”

Easy for her to say. Bowser watched the last of his siblings get carted away no more than 6 hours after they’d been put on display. How had he managed to have the rotten luck of being the only black dog in a litter full of brown and tan spotted puppies? He sat down in the too-big pen with a huff.

People came and went. They’d spend a moment or two by his cage and just as he was getting his hopes up, they’d walk on. Parents would shuffle their over-eager children towards more “acceptable” pets. He spent the night whimpering with the rest of the dogs in the puppy room.

The next morning a family appeared. Bowser was so bummed he barely twitched his tail as they approached. The parents and the girl walked by, but the young man lingered at Bowser’s cage. Bowser picked his head up and sauntered over. He nudged the boy’s hand and gave it a tentative lick.

“I like this one, Mom,” he said to his parents with a smile. “He’s like me.”

His parents exchanged a look that could only be called significant. Bowser began to believe.


Blood: Brother

30 Oct

Two women sat in a dark booth of a pub, bundled tightly against a cold the other patrons could not feel.

“What do you think of him?”

“The eyes are right.”

“And the hair is perfect.”

Feeling their eyes on him, the man turned and raised his glass to the women. Emboldened by their matching smiles, he walked over.

“Do you think Mother will like him?” One said to the other. “She’s so particular.”

“If not, he’ll make a fine snack tonight.”

She smiled at the man, revealing her extended incisors. He tried to panic, but he’d already made eye contact.


Blood: Blue Blood

27 Oct

Sir, we found a woman begging an audience at the servants’ entrance.

The servant’s entrance? Why wouldn’t she use the front gate like a normal Xarflaxan?

She attempted that yesterday but was ignored by Magistrate Garfland, who now sends his deepest apologies.


She seeks asylum and claimed to be of noble birth, sir. A descendant of the Ularii House.

Preposterous. No wonder he ignored her.

Yes, sir. But you see…


By the servants’ entrance there was a struggle and she was injured. Her blood, sir. It’s blue.



But that means…

It means the Plax-Ularii prophecy is true.


Monsters: Vampires

20 Oct

As the sun dipped below the horizon, she slowly regained consciousness. She listened for voices or any other signs of struggles. The Hunters had already cleared out two nests in the city. Splitting from her cohorts kept them safer during the day, but the Hunters loved slaying individual vampires as they rose.

Sensing she was not in immediate danger, she slid back the lid of her enclosure.

Micah was waiting as she stepped outside the crypt.

“They found Artemis. By the time I got there…” He held out a charred scrap of purple fabric.

“We have to run,” she said.


Monsters: Werewolf

18 Oct

The moon calls to her. She can feel it itching along her spine. It doesn’t matter if she can see the moon or not. It could be on the other side of the planet and she can still feel the moment slowly approach where she will have to give over to what lurks inside her.

Once a month she makes the three-hour drive to her family’s land outside of town. With her similarly-afflicted kin, she sheds first her clothes, then her skin. The transformation into wolf-like form is painful, but not without rewards. For three days, the moon is their master.


Darwin’s Drabbles: Waking From a Dream

10 Oct

When he was eight his dreams changed, and the third time something Darwin dreamed came true, he decided it couldn’t just be a coincidence. The dreams felt different than other ones. They nagged at him, like puzzle piece wedged into the wrong spot, until they came true.

He knew his brother Eddie would make the football team, even though freshmen never get picked for varsity.

“I dreamed it,” he’d told him when they were out celebrating.

“Sure ya did, Dar.”

Decades later, during a crisis of faith, Eddie would confess to Darwin that he refused to believe in Darwin’s blasphemous gifts.