tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31911817.post806157833056406293..comments2024-03-10T14:07:40.468-04:00Comments on Blue Rose Girls: Excuses, prize (book or chocolate) and new end dateBlue Rose Girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05224076615462128422noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31911817.post-62196078003534867862013-03-28T16:11:26.828-04:002013-03-28T16:11:26.828-04:00We first met at a charity gala, our bruises hidden...We first met at a charity gala, our bruises hidden under designer gowns and cosmetics. <br /><br />Our husbands died soon after. So untimely. So wealthy. <br /><br />She loves Caribbean islands with Adonis arm candy. I prefer a Rolls-Royce and freedom. <br /><br />Yearly, we visit their graves with our undying gratitude, and plastic flowers.Marnienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31911817.post-25074815181144681522013-03-28T16:06:09.913-04:002013-03-28T16:06:09.913-04:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Sarah Maury Swannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31911817.post-60117819646483391522013-03-28T16:01:46.165-04:002013-03-28T16:01:46.165-04:00Feeling her soul slip its mortal tether, Sybil gaz... Feeling her soul slip its mortal tether, Sybil gazed past breaking waves. What if she just swam until exhaustion set her free? No. Back at the beach cottage, she gave her grandsons one last hug, lay on her bed and whispered, “See Ya;” her soul rising with the words.<br /><br />Thanks for running the contest. It's a good exercise. Sarah<br />BTW, I take a book.Sarah Maury Swannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31911817.post-8742562715933976952013-03-28T15:57:10.383-04:002013-03-28T15:57:10.383-04:00Feeling her soul slip its mortal tether, Sybil gaz...Feeling her soul slip its mortal tether, Sybil gazed past breaking waves. What if she just swam until exhaustion set her free? No. Back at the beach cottage, she gave her grandsons one last hug, lay on her bed and whispered, “See Ya;” her soul rising with the words.<br /><br />Thanks for running the contest. Writing a story in 50 words is an excellent exercise. I'll have chocolate, please. SarahSarah Maury Swannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31911817.post-85568946880370970722013-03-28T10:50:38.090-04:002013-03-28T10:50:38.090-04:00Just so everyone knows: no stories are being censu...Just so everyone knows: no stories are being censured, Blogger for some strange reason just published some several times, so we removed the duplicates.Libby Koponenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01508041827996196293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31911817.post-42256354010279279142013-03-27T16:41:38.055-04:002013-03-27T16:41:38.055-04:00Distraction
When Grandma flung back the fishing l...Distraction<br /><br />When Grandma flung back the fishing line, she never suspected the surprising catch of the day. Likewise, Hopper, her grandson who sculpted a fortified sand castle nearby, never imagined his own impending adventure. Backward out of the sky dropped the lure that pierced Hopper’s lip, Grandma’s greatest catch ever.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00524753042808245544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31911817.post-4066169738389646172013-03-27T16:39:53.509-04:002013-03-27T16:39:53.509-04:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00524753042808245544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31911817.post-51782851136783244352013-03-25T12:01:55.338-04:002013-03-25T12:01:55.338-04:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31911817.post-60758331114685578852013-03-25T11:59:55.379-04:002013-03-25T11:59:55.379-04:00Priceless by D. M. King
An evil darkness eclipsed...Priceless by D. M. King<br /><br />An evil darkness eclipsed the desert, so Caleb Grady stuffed the golden relic in between his vest and his heart. If all the stories were true, he’d be rich. Six more steps through the blazing sand, and he’d be home free. Lightning cracked. The statue survived. A dream died.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31911817.post-25310439239189955482013-03-25T11:54:24.369-04:002013-03-25T11:54:24.369-04:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31911817.post-39092892899901293062013-03-24T21:00:43.987-04:002013-03-24T21:00:43.987-04:00STORY IN 50 WORDS
Friends
by Dea Irby
Two teen-a...STORY IN 50 WORDS<br /><br />Friends<br />by Dea Irby<br /><br />Two teen-aged girls giggled in the van's back seat; their moms chatted in the front. Giggles flooded the dressing rooms in every store as they tried on many different outfits. Four stores, no clothes. Giggles continued on the ride home. It was a successful shopping day. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17823033044056440266noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31911817.post-92023956193762705942013-03-17T12:54:06.665-04:002013-03-17T12:54:06.665-04:00Thank you everyone for the comment Anonymous (very...Thank you everyone for the comment Anonymous (very interesting) -- I can't speak for the other BRGs but for me it's always little by little. My new approach is what they say to do in meditation:<br />"not too tight, not too loose."<br /><br />I think I used to spend a lot of time berating myself and either clutching and doing nothing or forcing things, neither works. "Not too tight, not too loose," trying and letting things come....or again as they say in meditation classes, "alert and curious, but relaxed."<br /><br />And one more -- one teacher said to let your gaze lightly rest about eight (or was it three?) feet ahead:<br />"Just let it rest, we're not studying the floor."<br /><br />Hope this doesn't sound pretentious or preachy. I know I am a bit over-enthusiastic at times about the meditation videos on tricycle.com<br />Not sure why Blogger is putting all this in italics.<br /><br />And thank you everyone for the contest entries!Libby Koponenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01508041827996196293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31911817.post-29230980070065555852013-03-15T23:30:50.339-04:002013-03-15T23:30:50.339-04:00I'll play for chocolate any day! How fun!
My ...I'll play for chocolate any day! How fun!<br /><br />My 50 word story...<br /><br /> <br /><br />The man sharpened his blade, the time had come.<br /><br />He walked alone. Fall leaves fell behind him creating shadows that played with his mind. Before another could rest upon the ground to decay, he stabbed the metal chest. Oil seeped into the earth from the life-like machine keeping him prisoner. <br />Naomi Canalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13602141598063592596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31911817.post-46366697155767866712013-03-15T17:08:30.678-04:002013-03-15T17:08:30.678-04:0050 Word Story that might have something to do with...50 Word Story that might have something to do with drama and an island of sorts. <br /><br />Two black cats, boxing at midnight. Two against one frantically squeaking mouse. The mouse is battered from playful paws. The cats aren’t hungry; the mouse darts under the kitchen island. The best cat toys are the ones that move. The cats forfeit when the mouse surrenders; exhaustion wins the mouse’s life. Katana Leighhttp://www.artlovelight.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31911817.post-26067464803388226212013-03-15T11:19:49.776-04:002013-03-15T11:19:49.776-04:00STORY IN 50 WORDS
"Worry never goes away,&qu...STORY IN 50 WORDS<br /><br />"Worry never goes away," Mama said to Sophie. Sophie didn't understand. "Unless you're grateful," Mama added. So Sophie made a list. Birds. Blueberries. Wind. Whirligigs. Before Sophie could finish, Mama had made a grateful list of her own starting with the name of her girl. Sophie.possehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04147097673732572305noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31911817.post-83140127990661484662013-03-15T11:08:10.488-04:002013-03-15T11:08:10.488-04:00I'll throw my lot in!
Oodles of Poodles in Pa...I'll throw my lot in!<br /><br />Oodles of Poodles in Paris, France (50 words)<br />by Heather Harris-Brady<br /><br />It’s a Paris tour, bon jour!<br />Boy pups with all their clutter,<br />Set long lashes aflutter.<br />Bow-wow! Kiss mail set a-sail. . .<br />Stray waiters with noodles <br />and quay painters with doodles<br />slow chance romance.<br />Enfin! In the tail-tale airmail sails.<br />Our poodles wave “Toodles!”<br />with one last glance at Paris, France.<br />Heather Harris-Bradyhttp://www.duneskitchen.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31911817.post-27091008391121285412013-03-14T19:18:44.797-04:002013-03-14T19:18:44.797-04:00This is not a 50-word story - it's just a comm...This is not a 50-word story - it's just a comment about writing and about how we approach our dreams. So many of us dream of writing for a living.... I know the BRG are actually living that dream - but for each BRG there are a good few million of us who aren't!!! Many of us sit in the bath and daydream about how lovely it would be..... yet, if your dream was to become a basketball player you'd get out and train: practise and practise some more! So, I'm taking inspiration from this 50-word challenge and getting on with it - little by little. Some day.....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com