Diamonds. That’s what
I like. Clear,
unblemished, neat and
sparkling. He, on the other
hand, doesn’t agree with
jewellery. Waste of money, in
his opinion. So, it was a total
surprise when he handed
me a small, velvet box with
a glint in his eye and a silly
grin. All the time I’d hinted
about that beautiful
eternity ring and thought
it had fallen on deaf ears.
I unclipped the catch
and opened the lid.
a fan of coloured stones.
And ruby I hated the
most of all.
100 Word Challenge for Grown-Ups, week 39
A nice straightforward one this week. Prompt shown in bold.
Why not take a look at others here:
The scented, white sheets formed a soft envelope around her. She looked peaceful and serene with no sign of the pain inside which had ravaged her body for months. The family surrounded the bed, watching her chest rise and fall – the interval growing ever wider. Then, she was looking down at them, as if floating somewhere overhead. There was warmth and light as she watched proceedings below, those she loved around the bed, silent.
‘I’m exhausted. Shut the door behind you…..’ she whispered with a sigh.
She held herself back momentarily as they watched her lifeless body, realisation dawning, and began to weep for their terrible loss.
A real challenge this week to write a sonnet of 14 lines, 10 syllables per line, based on the story of George and the Dragon.
The scaly beast glowed green and fiery breath
Lit up the night and scorched the skin of man
And all around were quaking, fearing death
As no-one had an answer nor a plan
Some miles away the news was heard with speed
And George responded with a toss of head
Prepared his lance, his shield and trusty steed
And vowed to meet the beast and leave it dead
He made his way through streets of silent stone
Where people hid inside their homes in fear
The dragon stood amazed at George alone
Who’d come to kill him and he shed a tear
But George was calm, determined and unswayed
He plunged his lance and swiftly dragon slayed
This week’s entry into the 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups continues from last week. We wrote a piece last week and had to finish it with 10 words which would form the beginning of someone else’s piece this week.
Cats? Oh no, Mrs Skinner is looking straight at me. Surely she will notice that something is not quite right. They won’t stay quiet for long and I know that when she finds out I will be in serious trouble. She starts to rub the end of her nose in irritation and then sneezes. This is it then. Her loud sneezes stir the little kitties from their slumber and they begin to mew, quietly at first and then increasing in volume. She strides across the room and stops at my desk.
‘Miss Carruthers! What have you got in that basket?’
I stammer in panic. ‘K-k-kittens, Miss. Six fluffy, tabby kittens.’