Elizabeth: Friday Story Time and Sprints

May is shaping up to be a hectic month at the Day Job with lots of deadlines, deliverables, and things to do.  This week I got to interview candidates for a summer intern position on my team.  It was amazing the resumes the group of recent college graduates had.  Almost made me feel like a bit of a slacker.

With the interviews done and the candidate ranking completed, I can at least cross one item off my to-do list as I prepare to enjoy my Friday day off.

On the schedule is running some errands, including a trip to the lumber yard and the fabric store (not both for the same project).  Before I get started with my errands though, my pen, paper, story-in-progress, and I will be getting together for a little focused writing time.   I’m determined to check “get some new words on the page” off my to-do list.

Care to join me?

For those of you working away on a story (whether a first draft or a polished version on its way to publication), we’d love to hear a bit – whether it’s a scene, a paragraph, or even a phrase that you are especially pleased with and would like to share.

If you don’t have a story in progress, or just want to work on something new, maybe today’s writing prompt will catch your creative fancy.   This week we’ve got a theme to go along with our random words.

Ready?

Here is today’s writing prompt:

Write a story featuring:  winning the lottery

And includes any (or all) of the following random words:

intruder               martini           sabotage         grandiose

encryption          genetic            swarm             blank

stun                       hustle              paradise         addict

bloodstain          hell                   hoax                 heartbroken

Whether you’re sharing a bit of your current work or writing something fresh based on the writing prompt, we hope you’ll join us for today’s Story Time.

Happy writing to all!

5 thoughts on “Elizabeth: Friday Story Time and Sprints

  1. Mary Beth never won a lottery in her life until now — not the genetic lottery, not the love lottery, and certainly not the state lottery which would have solved all her problems, she believed. But she wasn’t the type to buy a ticket, either. She didn’t believe in luck; she believed in work. And wouldn’t you know it? It was the museum’s 125th anniversary, and she was the lucky worker who drew the night shift, when all the weirdos came out to see the skull collection that Alfred T. Pennyworth made a condition of his generous founding grant.

    Daisy, the director, thought to encourage that crowd, which is why she implemented a Martini Monday for the anniversary year only. “Although, if it works out,” Daisy said, “we might make it a permanent feature.”

    And, oh, it was working out. Mary Beth now knew fifteen ineffective remedies for getting gin stains out of the museum’s wood floors. She was working on remedy number sixteen, right now. A prozac addict from hell was apologizing in that wandering way that the intoxicated often do, and hindering Mary Beth while trying to help her.

    “Ah’m heartbroken, Ah am,” she said, slurring her words while getting dangerously close to spilling a new drink on the Jacobean night stand. “Ah just am.”

    There was never a more welcome sound than the closing announcement. Peter, the handsome hunk of a security guard, hustled the southern fried belle to her group of friends, and got them out the door, while Mary Beth did her best to prevent the night stand from staining.

    “Two hundred dollars in liquor sales!” Daisy proclaimed. Mary Beth started, and knocked over the last martini on the nightstand, and tried to mop it up before Daisy noticed. Oh, who was she kidding? Daisy didn’t notice anything. “That’s a new record! We’ll be able to afford to pay the floor waxer tomorrow!”

    The martini dribbled down the side of the night stand. Mary Beth swore under her breath, and grabbed some more paper towels, and began dabbing. To her horror, brown stain came off. She stared at the paper towels, then back at the night stand. Was this a hoax? Where there had been a blank walnut stain, there was now the faint tracing of writing. She called to Peter.

    “Help me get this night stand to the restoration workshop, please. I think I may have found something.” It was a series of numbers. Here, 4-5-1-18 . . . Dear? A simple encryption based on a substitution code. Lady Whitehall’s night stand might prove to hold the key to something big. Suddenly, Martini Monday didn’t seem like such a horrible idea.

    (Not all of them, but there are some of the words.)

      • LOL, sorry. I just realized that to continue, I’d need to do a ton of work on researching Jacobean night stands, and also figuring out what kind of love letter would need to be encrypted on one. So much work . . . .

  2. Dear …???? Who cares about the bar bill? I’d like to know more about the hidden message, and the adventures of Mary Beth and Peter, the hunky security guard. Is Mary Beth finally about to hit the jackpot? I’d love to think so.

    Nice job, Michaeline 🙂

    • (-: She does, I think. But I don’t know what happens yet. I really don’t know a thing about Jacobean antiques, and it would take me months to figure out why someone would encrypt a message on one. If I stumble upon an article, maybe I’ll be able to do something for next Friday . . . .

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