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| Mon, 02-04-2002 - 11:38pm |
TINY TUESDAY...(m)
For this week's Tiny Tuesday, try this: Write a short-short, 500 words or less, with these three words, in the order I give them.
aim
babble
cabana (like a small cabin/bathhouse)
Have fun, Sammi

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MY Homework for Tiny Tuesday
This story is not one of my bests but I hope it works for y'all,
Jade
What was her aim in life? Kathy pondered as she pulled into a deserted looking gas station. She had been driving all night and was in need of some coffee or caffeine, she didn’t care as long as it kept her going. She stepped out of her red 53 corvette. A young man watched her as she walked by.
“Fill her up please.” Kathy said with a shake of her head.
“Yes, Ma’am,” the guy said quickly as he headed to the car.
Kathy glanced back at the car as she stepped inside the small store. She looked at the shelves as she gathered snacks and took them up to the counter. She found the coffee and grabbed a couple bottled waters and some pop. With every ready she paid the young man.
“So where are you headed?”
Kathy smiled at the man, “I guess where ever the road takes me.”
“Well I hope you find what you are looking,” he replied cheerfully.
“I will,” she said as she fiddled with her ring.
Grabbing her coffee she struggled with the bag. The man helped her as he carried the bag to the car and set them on the passenger’s seat. She slid into the driver’s seat and arranged her goodies. She downed the coffee and tilted her head back as she waited for it to kick in. She tossed the cup in the garbage and then started on the pop. Her Vette started with a purr, she pulled out onto the road and drove away in a cloud of dust.
The road was like her life with all the bumps, turns, and hills in it. Never knowing just what was ahead just what was behind. The babble of the radio wore on as the sun rose in the cloudless sky. The wind whipping at Kathy’s hair made her feel free. The day has worn on to dusk. Oh what she would give to leave this place as she turned around at the state line. Something was holding her there.
Kathy awoke slowly to a voice that strange to her. Where was she, and who was the voice in her head? She slowly opened her eyes only to shut them again to force out the bright like.
“Miss, Miss are you all right?” The voice asked.
She finally opened her eyes to see the cabana boy standing over her slightly shaking her. “Yes sure I am fine it must be the heat.”
“Well Miss, This happens all the time let me help you to your room and have some water and juice brought up.”
“Thank you Sir, I would like that.” She looked up at him and seen a familiar face, the one of the young man at the gas station. Thinking to herself she knew this would be a vacation to remember.
The End
Stunk to high heavens right :)
Have a mystical day,
Jade
Please Pray and Support O
I REALLY LIKED IT JADE
It didn't stink at all I think you did a great job!
Far from stinking, Jade (m)
I liked it, especially that twist at the end. The plugged the three elements into the story quite well.
Great job,
Mac
Here's mine
“I’ll kill the son-of-a-bitch!” Holly shouts as she takes aim with her shotgun and pulls the trigger. The bullet slams into the tin can causing it to fly in midair then it falls to the grassy area. Holly puts down the heavy weapon. A slim wave of pleasure washes over her and she thinks, if only it was that easy. She sits down dressed in jean overalls and a red shirt. Her feet are red and sore.
Tears trickle down her face so she wipes them away and says, “I refuse to cry over the bastard.”
Holly stands up, grabs the gun and gives herself a pep talk. If he thinks he can toy with my affection then he has another thing coming and he ain’t gonna like it!
Holly walks across the meadow to a stand of shade trees that surround a spring fed pond. She hums the Doris Day song, *Que Sera, sera, whatever will be, will be*
She turns to her right around the big oak and stops quickly. She gazes at the young man stripped down to his waist standing in the water. Holly darts back behind the tree then peeks out again. His tan, muscular chest and arms to his wavy, black hair and attractive face zing into her sight.
Holly steps on a fallen branch, which alerts him. She hears, “Whose out there?”
She walks forward holding the gun. He throws up his hands and says, “Whoa lady don’t shoot,” before he gets out of the water.
She laughs, “It’s okay, Jasper. I’m not going to shoot you.”
He comes closer to her and says, “Mind if I ask why and what are you doing with that?”
Holly tosses her blond braids and answers; “I’m target practicing.”
Her eyes travel over his toned body then answers, “You’re too much of a fine specimen to hurt.”
They sit down on the dirt and place their toes into the warm water. The shade keeps the mid day sun from toasting them. Holly babbles about the weather and the newest gossip to Jasper while he skips rocks across the pond.
After twenty minutes he stops her and asks, “Are you going to tell me what Chad did to upset you?”
Her mind takes her back to the scene of Chad doing the bump and grind with the red head in the cabana.
She halts the memory, stands up and flings off her shirt and drops her overalls. Holly flashes, I’m a naughty girl look hoping he will cooperate in her plan to get even.
My TT: Arachnaphobia...
Have fun, Eyewrite
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Arachnaphobia
“There he goes!†squeals Delia, standing on the bamboo desk chair and shuddering. She points to my feet.
I roll up the closest glossy magazine and take aim at the hairy arachnid scurrying behind my steel-toed boot. I bring the magazine down in a satisfying THWACK! But I missed. The spider runs to the wall and scooches into the sliver of a crevice between the floor and the molding.
“Da-DEE!†The presence of an insect-like creature subtracts years from my daughter’s demeanor. Delia leaps from her chair to the closest bed. She hops about like the comforter is too hot to stand on.
I watch the spider scooch closer to the corner and I wish our old retriever were here. He’d have cornered and swallowed that bug before you’d even know what room he was in. Of course we couldn’t have taken Goldie on a tropical vacation.
“Delia, get the can of Raid. It’s under the sink in the bathroom.â€
“No way!†she replies. “I’m not going anywhere till you kill that thing! What if it comes after me?â€
I groan. I can’t help it.
“It’s more scared of you than you are of it.†I hear my dad’s voice come out of my mouth. Didn’t I always vow never to do what my dad did? “See how he hides in the corner?â€
I look over and find Delia shaking her lock. She babbles about spider bites and the hives she developed during our last camping trip in the hills of Oahu. She’s more of a city girl. Me, I like nature.
I look back at the corner but the spider’s gone.
“Where...â€
“Under the bed!†Delia supplies, back on the chair again. “What if it crawls up the blankets and lays eggs in the pillows and when we’re sleeping they hatch and crawl all over us and up into our noses and…â€
“Hush!†I don’t need a hysterical daughter waking up everyone in the nearby cabanas.
On all fours, I lift up the blankets at the corner of the bed. Eight legs and beady eyes glare back at me. I shake my head – I’m getting as bad as Delia. I pick up a thong and pound the floor by my feet, hoping to chase it out the other side. A streak of black emerges, and I’m ready for it. I stomp on it with all my might, shaking the cheap art in even cheaper frames on the walls and knocking the sunscreen bottle off the rickety nightstand.
“Did you get it?â€
I pick up my boot. Fluorescent green spider guts ooze into the grooves of my shoe. A green smear on the floor contains the rest of him.
“Yup!â€
My TT: No More Barry (m)
I aim the pistol in his direction; my hand is shaking slightly so I grip the gun tighter.
“Let me explain. I swear it’s not what it looks like,” he pleads.
“I ain’t got time for explaining. Now move over there against the wall and turn around.”
He takes a step forward. “Can’t we talk about this?”
I sharpen my stare on him and say, “You take more step towards me and I’ll blow your butt into the next county.”
Once I place Jim in the back of my cruiser, he begins to babble on about his innocence. He claims he is only taking what Earl owes him and that it isn’t really stealing if it’s money he should’ve been paid.
“Save it for the judge.” I slam the car door and walk towards the back-up unit that had arrived. As soon as I see that it’s Frank, my face starts to turn red. I can’t help myself from remembering the last night we’d been together. I’d never be able to listen to Barry Manilow’s song Copacabana without the image popping into my head: Frank buck naked except for his patrolman’s hat.
He smiles as I step closer to him. “Hey, Allison. What’cha got here?”
I nod towards the drunken man now asleep in the backseat. “Jimbo there was trying to rip Earl’s stash of money of the safe. I was driving by and noticed his truck sticking out the back of the building there.”
“Anybody called Earl yet?”
“Yes, I think somebody at the station did. I’ll take him in if you want to wait here for Earl so he can make sure nothing else is missing.”
Frank says, “sure thing.” Before I can walk away, he grabs the sleeve of my uniform. “How about makin’ me and you a sure thing.”
I look away a second, and then back to Frank, smiling. “I suppose I could get use to you but you gotta change your music preference, okay?”
“Barry’s records are in the trash as soon as I get home.” Frank winks at me.
I study his piercing blue eyes for a moment before I walk away humming, “her name was Lola...”
Well done :) Loved it!............*nt*
Have a mystical day,
Jade
Please Pray and Support O
Mmm, yummy Japser..
fine specimen indeed. Maybe she'll get to do some bump and grind soon.
Just one thing - in the part where she says she's target practicing, maybe Japser was supposed to say something, to which she replies that he's too fine a specimen to injure.
I wish I were in a cabana,
Eyewrite
More yummy men...
There's something about the word cabana that brings out the yummy men images. You were a sneaky with Cococabana.
Nice job! Yet more bump-and-grind ideas on a Tuesday. Wearing only a patrol hat, hmmm?
Eyewrite
hehehe... I find myself shouting Go For It, Holly (m)
I loved that "I'm a naughty girl look". Your story was absolutely entertaining and I enjoyed the whole part about Jasper (I agree with eyewrite, he sounds yummy)in the lake.
Great job, Maria,
Mac
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