Assignment

Mary walked into the dorm room and threw her backpack on her desk, then flopped onto the bed.  Her roommate looked up from her reading and asked what was wrong, “It’s that stupid Creative Writing course I am taking. They expect us to write a full beginning, middle and end of a piece of fiction in just 100 words.  I think the teacher has lost it!”

Jane smiled and said, “I took that course last year.  It is definitely not an easy one to pass.”

“I better get started on it since it is due tomorrow.”  She began to write.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – fiction

Dreams

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She reached across her desk to pick up the piece of paper she had just placed there not more than five minutes ago.  She began to read it again, for about the tenth time.  She was finally going to do it.  She had been working on a short novel for nearly two years and she finally was going to put it out there to be judged by different publishing companies.

She held the cover letter in her hands and deciding it was okay, she placed it on top of her manuscript and sealed the envelope.  It was now or never.

 

(100 words)

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – paper

Did You Hear The One About The Award

“Attaboy!” she said, as he returned to his seat. He attempted a grin. He had just won an award for excellence in his job. His body language was nothing but disdain.

On the way home she asked what was wrong. He sighed, “This award used to mean something. Now it is just a piece of paper. Two of the winners only know one machine. And the award going to Steve after he has been here three months is crazy.”

He opened the window letting the paper fly away. “They couldn’t even spring for a frame this year. What a joke.”

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – attaboy

Pen, Paper and You

I grab the paper and crumple it up

Give it a toss towards the trash

Again I pick up a pen to begin to write

The blank paper glares at me

The pen skips across the manuscript

Flowing emotions into words

But no matter how hard I try

The words give you no justice

Another sheet is launched to the bin

How can you express how special a person is

In only a few words of love

You will always be my savior

But I can never truly thank you enough

Words just don’t convey my love for you

Or the gratitude I feel that you are my friend.

These are only mere words on parchment…