Oh toi qui pille mon frigo (July 31st)

 

Oh toi qui pille mon frigo
Sans scrupule ni préavis
Sache que rien n’équivaut
Le courroux déchainé d’une fille.

Il n’y aura ni quiproquo
Ni préambule, ni défi.
Si je t’attrape tout de go,
Il est probable que je t’étrille.

Ni pâté au porto,
Ni crème d’écrevisse,
Ne sera rapine assez belle
Pour en valoir la chandelle.

Je me délecte déjà
De ta grande surprise ;
Dans tes yeux l’étincelle
De la crampe rebelle.

De la nausée l’embarras,
De la tourista les indices :
La salle de bain sera
Ton amie la plus fidèle.

Mon ami, prépare la javel.

 

 

Le prompt du jour nous incitait à parler d’un énervement et il tombait à pic. Aujourd’hui, je n’ai pas eu de mal à trouver le thème de mon texte ou la forme : j’étais sur les nerfs et j’avais besoin d’un exutoire.

This post is an answer to today’s writing prompt on the Dailypost blog :  Game of groans.

This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 22nd installment.

You can read all the details of my challenge and my reasons for doing it (and not CampNaNoWriMo) here.

I hope you will like today’s story and please do not hesitate to leave a comment.

Josephine’s Diary (July 30th)

Amelia spent hours reading Josephine Charpentier’s diary. The old lady had enclosed so many details her young reader could smell the perfume of white tea, scones, spices of india and the salty air of the Pacific ocean.

Jo wrote about transportations, sleeping accomodations, food but really hooked her reader with the description of her emotions : Amelia saw all the countries she had visited.

Last sentence of the diary was a warning : you who read these lines, do not wait to see for yourself if I told the truth. Your kids will grow up, you will grow old.

This post is an answer to today’s writing prompt on the Dailypost blog :  (blank) is the new (blank).

Going through Mlle Louise’s blog I found « Growing old » is the new « information »,
which does not make any sense but found an echo in a text she sent me today.
I do hope she will post it because today’s story is an answer to her story.

This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 21 st installment.

You can read all the details of my challenge and my reasons for doing it (and not CampNaNoWriMo) here.

I hope you will like today’s story and please do not hesitate to leave a comment.

La lessive est faite

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Bien arrivée à destination. Il ne me reste plus qu’à espérer que je vais pouvoir poster mes histoires !

The Cliff (July 29 th)

 

Terrence sat on the last rock of the cliff, his eyes lost in the distance, his mind far away from the the waves crashing below. Uncle Mohinder was to board the next space shuttle with tokens of human modern culture : a smartphone, a soccer ball, a tandori chicken recipe and a poem.

What if Aliens couldn’t read and thought we were only soulless beings, rising material over spirit ?  Terrence’s grandfather sat next to him with his drawing tools, he sighed deeply twice.

– I’m clueless my boy.

– Show them we can love too.

The old man draw himself hugging Terrence.

This post is an answer to today’s writing prompt on the Dailypost blog :  Simply the best.

This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 20 th installment.

You can read all the details of my challenge and my reasons for doing it (and not CampNaNoWriMo) here.

I’ll post another article about how my challenge has gone so far in a couple of days. 

I hope you will like today’s story and please do not hesitate to leave a comment.

Parfois le coin de la rue vous réserve une surprise

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Le bassin aux nénuphars du Tropique des Papillons.

La maison du lac (July 28th)

Construite par un architecte renommé, la maison s’élévait au dessus du lac,  suspendue dans les airs. Jack mon chien exultait entre le ponton et ma vieille chevrolet. Il s’arrêtait parfois entre la maison et la terre ferme, aboyait, remuait la queue.

Le propriétaire approcha, grand, brun, carré, le regard doux, mélancolique, mystérieux.

– C’est une oeuvre d’art, pourquoi la vendre  ?

– Mon père l’aimait plus que ma mère.

Le silence s’imposa pendant la visite. Au moment du départ, Jack s’enfuit vers le bois avoisinant. Je suis rentrée avec l’étrange sensation de faire partie de l’histoire du lieu malgré le départ de Jack.

This post is an answer to today’s writing prompt on the Dailypost blog :  the fourth wall.

This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 19 th installment.

You can read all the details of my challenge and my reasons for doing it (and not CampNaNoWriMo) here.

I hope you will like today’s story and please do not hesitate to leave a comment.

Writing Eden (July 27th)

I sat on a pebble beach, laptop opened on my knees, my eyes captured by the fortified castle on top of the hill, the ancient church built on a stone pier, the colors of the fisher boats answering the bright colors of the houses. A gentle breeze blown by the sea, charming local people, author friendly inspiration. Words poured on my keyboard, my writing was splendid, my inner editor at peace at last.

I typed the final word to my novel and… woke up. I felt doomed as I sat straight in my bed and stared at my messy desk.

This post is an answer to today’s writing prompt on the Dailypost blog :  Sweet Dreams.

This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 18 th installment.

You can read all the details of my challenge and my reasons for doing it (and not CampNaNoWriMo) here.

I hope you will like today’s story and please do not hesitate to leave a comment.

Revers de fortune (July 26th)

Jeannot rentra chez lui avec l’air inquiet d’un enfant égaré dans un supermarché, hagard. Il posa les courses sur la table de la cuisine et rangea le plat de poivrons grillés dans le réfrigérateur. Comment allait-il annoncer la nouvelle à Nénette ? Il fallait réviser la voiture, refaire le toit de l’étable sans oublier les frais d’inscription de l’école du petit. Mais après ? La somme était importante, bien plus grande que dans son imagination. Il se servit un ricard, puis un alcool de poire. Il retourna vers le réfrigérateur et y cacha le ticket gagnant du loto, juste derrière les oeufs.

This post is an answer to today’s writing prompt on the Dailypost blog : You’re a winner.

This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 17th installment. It is a reference to what Chris Baty wrote in his book No Plot No Problem. 

You can read all the details of my challenge and my reasons for doing it (and not CampNaNoWriMo) here.

I’d like to thank Esoria Ka for her kind help and sharp eyes she’s a great beta reader.

I hope you will like today’s story and please do not hesitate to leave a comment.

De très dures conditions de travail

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Very hard working conditions.