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Storytime Saturday

December 19, 2008

I’ve changed this from Friday to Saturday b/c I can never get it done by Friday

 this week’s plot:

a hotel is a nudist beach

Sheila happily unpacked their bags, humming a little tune as she did. Bob and the kids were changing into their swimsuits. They’d finally had the time and means to go on a family vacation to the shore. They’d found a beautiful little beach resort town with white sand beaches, beautiful oceans, and, Shiela’s favorite, lots of quaint little shops.  There was some kind of festival going on, so finding a place to stay had been difficult, but they’d finally managed to find this place, and had even saved some money by getting a room without a view.

“Honey, we’re all ready. I even put sunscreen on the kids already,” called Bob from the adjoining room they’d gotten for the children. A moment later, he and the kids joined Sheila, who had changed into her swimsuit as soon as they’d gotten into the room. Sheila looked the kids over to make sure nothing was inside out or backwards or anything, not to say Bob wasn’t capable of dressing them, but there’d been some interesting wardrobe choices from her husband over the years.  All looked fine and the children were adorable in their new swimsuits.

Sheila grabbed some towels and the little family left the room and headed down the elevator.  A European couple was in the elevator, speaking a foreign language – French, maybe, Sheila thought. As the couple got off the elevator, Sheila realized they’d both been covered by their towels, but the woman’s buttocks peeked out as she moved quickly around the corner. Sheila disapproved. THe lady must be wearing one of those thong bathing suits. How folks could wear those was beyond Sheila. Merely seeing one on the store rack made her feel like she had a wedgie.

They got to the ground floor and nodded a greeting to the man behind the desk. A sign stood by the hotel restaurant saying “Clothing, Please”. Sheila supposed it was a funny way to put those no shirts no service type signs. She remembered the European couple. Maybe the hotel got a lot of foreigners, so they had to simplify their signs.

They walked out onto the beach. As her eyes  wandered from the amazing sight of the ocean to the other beachgoers, they grew wide.

“Mommy, why are all the people nekkid?” asked her daughter. 

 

Your turn.  Click the link below to sign your name and blog, or, if you don’t have a blog, leave your story as a post here on my blog. As always, please leave a comment.

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Fiction Friday

December 17, 2008

This week, we’ll be doing things a bit differently. Hopefully I’ll get more people involved this week, too. I am going to give you a plot and you write a fictional short story based on that plot. Next week, I’ll give you a couple plots to choose from and you can tell me which you prefer, or if you liked what I did last week with the paragraph that you used to continue the story.

Here’s this week’s plot:

a hotel is a nudist beach

Have fun writing. I’ll post my story and the Mr. Linky on Friday for you to sign up. And, if you don’t have a blog but want to participate, then post your response as a comment here on my blog on Friday.  See you then.


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Fiction Friday Storytime

December 12, 2008

The doorbell rang. It was late evening and we weren’t expecting anybody. I looked curiously at my better half, who just shrugged and went to answer the door. I held the baby, who was all ready for bed in little Christmas pajamas from Grandma. I took a quick look around the house. It was a mess; the dished still needed to be done from dinner and baby toys were all over the floor. I hoped whoever was at the door wouldn’t want to come in. I looked over as the door opened.

A large man in a white fur-trimmed (real or faux I couldn’t help wondering) red-velvet suit stood on our doorstep. He wore a stocking cap that matched his outfit, large black boots and a belt with a buckle so big it could only have been bought in one of those tacky souvenir shops. He had a round bearded face with rosy cheeks from the chilly air outside and a big smile on his lips.  My husband just stared in disbelief.  My own eyes were wide in wonderment.

“Santa?” I asked.

“Ho ho ho!” He laughed. “Good evening, you two, or rather, three.” he grinned with a twinkle in his eye at the baby who just cooed and giggled.  That in itself was a miracle since she usually started screaming and wailing as soon as a stranger as much as looked at her.  “Yes, it’s me, Santa.  Now, I know this is unexpected. It’s not even Christmas eve, after all, but I’m stopping to see a few folks before the big night.” He looked in the door and glanced at the couch. “May I come in?” he asked.

“Uh.. oh. Of course. I’m sorry. Please, come in.  Make yourself comfortable. Would you like anything?” I asked in a rush, kicking myself for being rude to Santa.  I mean, Santa, of all people! He really existed and here I was leaving him out in the cold! He made his way inside and took off his gloves and coat, folding them neatly and placing them on the seat beside him as he sat down on our couch.

“No thank you, I’m just fine. Please, have a seat. I’d like to talk to you two if you have a moment?” he asked, looking at the baby in my arms. my husband shook himself out of his shock and closed the door, walking into the living room where we waited. He sat down on one of the chairs, still unable to believe what he was seeing.

“I’ll stand, if you don’t mind. SHe gets fussy sometimes if she’s not moving.” I smiled. “What do you want to talk to us about?” I asked curiously.

“Well,” he answered with a sigh, “As you know, the economy’s down all over the world it’s even hit us up at my workshop. A lot of my savings have flown the coop and all those toys and things for the kiddies don’t just pay for themselves. I’ve even had to lay off some of the elves and sold a few of the reindeer to zoos so stay afloat.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize bad times affected you as much as the rest of us.  It’s not something you think about, quite honestly,” I replied. “But what can we do? Money’s tight for everyone right now.”

“Yes, I know.  ANd I’m not asking for much.  Just that you help me out and buy an extra present to go to some needy child this year. It doesn’t have to be big or fancy or expensive, just a little something for someone who would really appreciate a gift. I won’t be able to make it to everyone this year, so I could really use your help. And ask your friends, too.  If you tell people and they tell people, Then a lot of kids could get a special present under the tree. Can you do this for me?” he asked, a desperate note in his voice.

 My husband and I looked at each other. “Of course,” I responded. “That’s no trouble at all. In fact, it’s something  we can easily do every year.”

Santa looked relieved and stood up, gathering his things. “Oh, thank you,” he said, a grin on his face again as he put on his coat and gloves. “Remember to spread the word. I’ve got to go talk to other folks and get them to give, too.  Thank you again, so much.” he said as he walked to the door. We followed him and my husband help open the door for the jolly man. “Have a wonderful night and a very merry Christmas!” He grinned at us and tickled my daughter on her chin, eliciting a giggle. THen, he was gone without another word. My husband closed the door and we just stared at each other with dumbfounded grins.  A buzzer started going off and I turned to see what it could be that was so ruining the mood of this magical evening…

My eyes opened and I turned off the alarm clock.  Wow. What a dream.  Guess I’ll have to go shopping for a little gift.

 

Thanks for reading!  Now it’s your turn. Click on the image below and sign up with your blog. If you don’t have a blog, then feel free to leave your story as a comment. Come back here and read everyone’s stories. You’re welcome to critique, but please be nice.

And remember, please leave a comment!

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Fiction Friday

December 11, 2008

Hopefully in the future, I’ll get this out a little earlier.  Hubby suggested a twist to creating the story, so we’ll try it his way this week and another way next week and you can decide which is better. 

Here is your assignment: This week, I am going to write a paragraph. It is your task to finish off the story.  I will post my version with a Mr. Linky sign-up so you can show what you wrote.  Here goes:

The doorbell rang. It was late evening and we weren’t expecting anybody. I looked curiously at my better half, who just shrugged and went to answer the door. I held the baby, who was all ready for bed in little Christmas pajamas from Grandma. I took a quick look around the house. It was a mess; the dished still needed to be done from dinner and baby toys were all over the floor. I hoped whoever was at the door wouldn’t want to come in. I looked over as the door opened.

Now it’s your turn. FInish the story however you want. Remember, the challenge is to do a SHORT story, so try not to make it too long.  This is always hard for me, so it’ll be a real challenge. Have fun and I can’t wait to read everyone’s stories.

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Escape from the igloo, conclusion

December 5, 2008

A knock sounded on one of the doors, the one he hadn’t gone through before, and we both jumped. He went and answered it…

It was the doctor. The man came over to me and sat on a nearby chair, placing a little black bag on the ground. He rummaged through the bag for a moment and pulled out a small flashlight. Then he smiled at me. He seemed kind, but I was still afraid. What if something was wrong with me?

“Fae, right?” he asked. I shrugged. I supposed that was right. That was what the man had called me. “OK. Your husband says you have some amnesia, that you can’t remember some things. Is this correct?” I nodded. My husband? So that man was my husband? Why couldn’t I remember? And I still didn’t know his name. The doctor smiled gently. “Well, Fae, my name is Dr. Manning. I’m going to turn on this little flashlight here,” he waved the flashlight around, “and look into your eyes. I’m not going to hurt you, though, I may need to hold your head to help you get in the right position for me to see. All right?” I nodded again. “Good. Now look over my left shoulder please.” I followed his instructions and he proceeded to examine me, looking into my eyes, having me move my head around, follow his finer with my eyes, etc. He got up and felt my head, looking for bumps, I guess. He prodded my scalp in one particular place and I jumped.

“Ouch,” I said. The doctor felt the area gently. “Hmmm, Quite a bump there, Young Lady. I’d say you knocked into something pretty hard.” He motioned for the man – my husband – to come closer. He’d been standing nearby, but had given the doctor some space to work. “I’m going to recommend she come to the hospital for observation and treatment.  Do you have all of her information?”  The man nodded. “Good. I’ll have you come with use to check her in, then I want you to find pictures, momentos, anything that might jog her memory. Understand?” Another nod. “OK. I’ll wait outside the door while you two get ready.” THe doctor gathered his things and headed out to the hallway.

The man sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “Stay there. I’ll get your coat and purse.” He went to the closet and picked out a simple but stylish black coat and a small leather purse. He handed them to me and I stood up and put them on. Then I watched him get his own things. As he was pulling on his jacket, I confessed, embarrassed and sad that I might hurt him, “I can’t remember your name.” He looked up, his eyes sad and fearful.

“Josh.” Then we went to the hospital. I don’t remember much of the next week. It’s all kind of a blur.  Thankfully, we had a bunch of pictures online, so Josh was able to find stuff pretty easily to help me. And I had friends who came over too. I regained a few memories, but nothing major, until the doctor recommended I try hypnotherapy. Josh and I both figured it couldn’t hurt, and I’m so glad now we did it.  It wasn’t an all at once thing, and it took several sessions, but eventually, we figured out what had happened:

Josh, I, and some friends decided to go out of town to celebrate Josh’s birthday. One night, after dinner, the guys and girls separated and each had our own night on the town. My friends and I had gone to a couple of night clubs. It was very hot in one of the places, so I stepped outside for some air. Some guy had come up to me and tried to rob me. I refused and he shoved me. The heel on my show broke, stupid stilettos, and I fell and conked my head on something. I don’t know if it was just the ground or some object on the ground. I guess the guy got scared and ran without taking anything, since I still had my purse and money and everything when my friends found me lying there. They were pretty drunk, and I guess they thought I was, too, and had passed out. Anyway, they grabbed a cab and brought me back to the hotel.

It’s been several months since that night and most of my memories have gradually come back. It’s been kind of nice to fall in love with my husband once again, and neither of us will ever take each other for granted anymore, I think.  I gave a description of the mugger to the police, but they never caught the guy. Oh well. Its probably just as well. I don’t think I’d want to face him again anyway. We’re taking a trip to see my in-laws in a couple of weeks. Glad I remember who they are now, otherwise that would be pretty awkward.  We’re getting a hotel, but Josh and I are in definite agreement – no igloos.

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Fiction Friday – Coming soon to a blog near you

December 4, 2008

Starting next week, I will post several ideas for fictional short stories on Thursday. Pick one and write about it, then post here on Friday. I’ll do the same.  We’ll play with the timing if you guys (or I) need more time to come up with the stories.  This week, I will be finishing up the igloo story, so you have a week to get out the thinking caps, sharpen your pencils (okay, dust off your keyboards), find the thesaurus, and prepare to use your creative juices.