Ryan Lance Writing Prompt 3-9-2015 III

There is Hope

Feeling tired and sullen, Elisa went into the sitting room to lie down on the sofa and noticed Reesey had left his hockey mask when he went to visit his daddy.

That is all it took for her to burst into sobs.

Dammit! I didn’t want this. I didn’t want our marriage to break up and our little boy to have to be packed up and moved back and forth between us. It isn’t fair. It isn’t fair to him and it isn’t fair to me.

Suddenly the phone rang and jarred her from her lamenting.

“Hello.” She said, trying to hide the fact she had been crying.

Reese’s daddy, Jude, was on the other end of the phone.

“Hi.”

“Hi Jude.”

“Are you doing okay?”

“About as well as you could expect me to be.” She flippantly retorts.

Elisa was angry. Why is he calling and playing these games with me? My heart can’t take it anymore. He was the one that wanted to leave, so he left. Why add salt to the wound?

“I found those two concert ticket stubs you were looking for.”

“Oh. Where did you find them?” She asked, with forced enthusiasm.

“They were in my jeans pocket.”

“I was going to put them in our family scrapbook, but I guess I don’t need to do that anymore.”

“Elisa, that is the reason I am calling. I want to… I need to tell you I’m sorry. I really don’t want it to be this way. I want us to be a family. I don’t know what got into me. We need to talk. Will you go on a date with me and Reesey?”

Elisa was shocked speechless. What should I do? Should I allow myself to get my hopes up?

Her heart had been broken and she did NOT want to give him a reason to break it again.

“I don’t know Jude. You know I didn’t want this separation to begin with, you did. I can’t let you hurt me anymore.”

“I know Elisa. Please forgive me. Will you give me another chance?”

At that moment there was scuffling noise at the door and suddenly someone was jiggling the door knob. Startled, Elisa jerked her head up just as Jude and Reesey walked through the front door. Jude was holding a long stemmed red rose, and Reesey came running into her arms.

Elisa looked into Jude’s eyes and saw they were filled with tears that were spilling down his cheeks. Happy tears began to fill her eyes too.

The two loves of her life had come home. This time to stay.

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Ryan Lance’s Writing Prompt 03-09-2015

Include all these elements into a scene: a hockey mask, hope, a rose, and 2 concert ticket stubs

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Ryan Lance Writing Prompt 03-09-2015

A Raise to Dread

Randall got a raise today. He would like to be happy about it but isn’t.

Randall and his ex-wife have been fighting for weeks over her alimony payments. She wants more money, it’s always about more money. He tries to get across to her that he doesn’t have it to give her.

They were both smitten with each other when they were in seniors in high school. She was the first girl he had ever dated. Randall was aware that many of the other boys in his class wanted to date her but she was dating him, exclusively, and he was proud. So very proud.

His mother warned him time after time, “Watch out for those pretty ones, son. They’ll get you in the end.”

Randall didn’t believe her for a minute. Not Elaina, she was beautiful and sweet and everything he wanted in a girl. Six months after their high school graduation, they were married.

That was five years ago, and now they are divorced. Maybe it was because Randall couldn’t make enough money to keep her happy. Or maybe she just stopped loving him. Didn’t really matter to him anymore. You don’t count chickens that don’t hatch.

Whenever he even thinks about her his head starts pounding, like a hammer that’s timed with the second hand of the clock.

Finally, with trembling hands, he picks up the phone and dials her number to give her the news she craves and he dreads.

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Ryan Lance’s Writing Prompt:

Write a scene about an increase in pay that someone is not looking forward to.

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Not a Green Light – Writing Prompt

Not a Green Light

“I honestly thought the light was green, officer.” I pleaded to the patrolman.

He continued writing out my ticket, clearly upset with me for running a red light. Looks like there would be no getting out of this one.

“I know that isn’t an excuse and I deserve to get a ticket sir, but I am asking you to go easy on me.”

He looked up from his clipboard and gave me the stink eye and grumbled,

“You could have killed someone by running that red light, or you could have killed yourself and you’re asking me to go easy on you? You aren’t very smart.”

He ripped the ticket off the clipboard, handed it to me along with my driver’s license and gave me a half cocky smile,

“I don’t go easy on people like you. You need to be more careful and pay attention to the color of the lights. Show up in court on the date written in on the ticket. I’ll see you there.” With that said, he turned around and went back to his motorcycle and sped off to catch the next lawbreaker.

I laid the ticket on the passenger seat and carefully pulled my car away from the side of the road, making sure no other cars were coming.

He is right and I know it. I should be more careful and pay attention to the color of the lights. I need to get my head out of the clouds. All I can think about is the book I’m writing. I could have killed someone or hurt someone, including myself.

Now that my car was safely back into the lane of traffic, I felt a smile spreading across my lips.

This is just what I needed for a scene in my book. One of the characters is pulled over by a state patrolman on her way to her wedding. Now I have all the little details to make that particular scene realistic.

Ryan Lance’s Writing Prompt 3/9/2015

* Begin a scene with this line: I honestly thought the light was green.

 

Teacher of Impact

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Teacher’s Pet.”

Tell us about a teacher who had a real impact on your life, either for the better or the worse. How is your life different today because of him or her? ~ Daily Prompt 02/01/2015

Laurna and Murna were two sisters that lived down the road from me and were my best friends in second grade. We ate lunch together every single day. One day at lunch, as usual, we were together in the lunch line and got separated by tables. I was the last one to be seated at one table and they began the next table. I was anguished over our separation. I stood up and over the noisy crowded room yelled, “Laurna, Murna!” They didn’t hear me, so I yelled again.

Suddenly a teacher who was on lunch-room duty came and grabbed me by my arm and yanked me up from the table. She told me she was taking me to my teacher for a spanking. I had no idea what for! Why was I getting a spanking? Because I yelled for my friends? Apparently, it was because this lunch duty teacher had motioned for me to sit down and I didn’t mind her.
The truth is, I didn’t see her motioning for me to sit down.

When my teacher got back from lunch she took me to the back of the class behind a partition and walloped me several times with a wooden paddle. I happened to have on jeans that day so it was very painful.

After my paddling, I laid my head on my desk and cried for the remainder of school day. I was humiliated and I had been punished for something I didn’t know was wrong.

About a month after this happened, we had eye tests at school and it was discovered that I was near-sighted and needed glasses. I didn’t see that teacher motion for me to sit down because I COULDN’T see her.

I think the impact that this had on me wasn’t the fault of my teacher that only carried out what she was told to do, but of that old cranky prune that picked me up by my arm and marched me to the principal’s office.

Burned and Burnt

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Burnt.”

Remember this prompt, when your home was on fire and you got to save five items? That means you left a lot of stuff behind. What are the things you wish you could have taken, but had to leave behind? ~ Daily Prompt 1/30/2015

Yesterday my house was suppose to be on fire and I was suppose to grab five things to take out with me (the family and pets were already safe). I wrote that I had been in a house fire before and that you do not take five things with you, you simply get out.

Today I am going to write about those five things I was suppose to grab and take with me and other things I would feel the loss of if they burned.

First, I would mourn the loss of my purse

Second, I would mourn the loss of my iPad and blue tooth keyboard because that is what I do all my computer work on.

Third, I would miss my camera, even though it isn’t the best on the market, it is the best for me at this time of my (no)skills of photography.

Fourth, I would miss all my art paraphernalia; pencils, erasers, measurement devices, circle templates, line drawing devices, special drawing pads, books, rulers, leads, etc.

Fifth, I would miss my clothing. Although my clothing is nothing special you don’t realize how important it is until everything you own (and wear, including under garments) are all burned and you have nothing to wear except the clothes on your back. (In my case, I was asleep when it happened so I had on a nightgown). As a footnote, the day after this fire happened, I had to call my employer and tell him I couldn’t come to work because I had nothing to wear (because of a fire) and I was fired (and he was fired shortly after).

Sixth, (this should be higher on the list, but it didn’t occur to me until now), I would mourn the loss of all my paper photographs and photograph albums.

Seventh, I would miss my Password Vault.

Eighth, I would celebrate life. I would celebrate that I was still alive and that the things I mentioned above are all replaceable except the paper pictures. Yes, I may mourn the things that I have lost in the fire but I will celebrate that which did not perish. Me.
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F I R E ! ! !

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Burning Down the House.”

Your home is on fire. Grab five items (assume all people and animals are safe). What did you grab? – Daily Prompt

I HAVE been in a house fire and I will tell you right now you don’t think about grabbing five things. In fact, the only thing a person should think of is to GET OUT. (I personally had to break my bedroom window and crawl out).

If you are a person that is going to grab five things before you get out of the burning building then you aren’t one of the brightest bulbs on the block. But, just say you are and you want to grab five things; well… by the time you grab that third, fourth or fifth thing then you don’t need to worry about escaping because it will be too late.

This wasn’t a very smart prompt if WordPress wants to teach their clients “how to stay alive in the event of a fire.” You just lost all your clients while they were grabbing five things in a fire. As for me, I waited until the fire was out before I submitted my response to the prompt. :o)

Fireside Chat with You

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fireside Chat.”

What person whom you don’t know very well in real life — it could be a blogger whose writing you enjoy, a friend you just recently made, etc. — would you like to have over for a long chat in which they tell you their life story? ~ Daily Prompt 1/22/2015

There are many friends which I have made on WordPress that I would love to sit down and chat with and hear their life story. We all have stories to tell and stories to write about. But, because I have known the pain and suffering of having a mental illness, both from the illness itself and from the shame that comes attached to it, I would love to sit down and visit with Cat and with Scarred and Scared (and others who share this experience). In fact, I would love for us to be able to share our stories of both pain and healing. I would love to be able to cry and laugh with them and give them both a hug.

I would also love to meet just about everyone I have interacted with in this WordPress world. I have come to care a great deal about many wonderful people (you know who you are). I actually started listing names but decided against it because I didn’t want to leave anyone out. You are all amazing people and I love getting to know you and sharing stories and laughter with you.

Thank you so much for being a part of my life and making it so much brighter!

Ryan Lanz’ Writing Prompt – 1/21/2015

* Start a scene with, Clock’s aren’t suppose to stand still like that. Ryan Lanz

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“Clocks aren’t suppose to stand still like that! What the hell is wrong with this place?”

“What do you mean clocks aren’t suppose to stand still like that? That’s a grandfather’s clock.”

“No man, I mean, well, I mean that clock is standing still.”

“Of course it is standing still, it’s a grandfather’s clock.”

“I don’t know what a grandfather’s clock is. Where I am from, clocks don’t stand still. They move. They dance and sing and stuff. They interact with all the parts that are within and with the ticking of the second hand. They DON’T stand still!”

“Wow man, where the hell are you from?”

“Third galaxy to the right about 5 million light years away and the planet, Bortheo, the fourth planet from our main sun.”

“So, dude, how old does that make you? “

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Kind of silly, I know, but it was fun to write. So, I hope you all enjoyed it. ~PJ~ Would you like to join the fun?

Check out Ryan’s post: Writing Prompts-Court Jester

 

Two Right Feet

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Two Right Feet.”

What are the things you need to do within 30 minutes of waking up to ensure your day gets off on the right foot? What happened the last time you didn’t do one of these things? ~Daily Prompt 1/21/15

The first thing I do in the morning is, after, well, then I drink coffee. Two cups of coffee. While I am drinking coffee, I am checking my emails, responding to them, and reading my friends’ blog posts.

What happened the last time I didn’t do these things? I honestly don’t remember.  Probably spontaneously combust.

A Moment in Time

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Moment in Time.”

This is one of the last photographs I have taken.  It was taken on the morning of our first snow for 2015 and this was a picture of the frost on my big kitchen window. I remember thinking, “Oh please don’t let winter last long.” (I’m not a cold weather person). So… I introduce you to the “Frost on My Window.” And now, only 2 1/2 to 3 months of winter left to go.