“No time,” Charlie gasps. “I’m sorry.” and then the clawed arms shatter the window and plunge through his abdomen. Gore spraying from his wounds, he squeals, “Run baby!” and throws me his keys.
Trifextra this week chose a challenge posed by community member MOV from Word Cut. She asks us to: “Write a horror story in 33 words, without the words blood, scream, died, death, knife, gun, or kill. Good luck.”
As usual, I’m linking up with Lisa over at Seeking Elevation, today completing this quiz.
Are you awesome?
No. I’m Jessie.
This is like when my kids come running up to me whining, “I’m hungry,” or “I’m thirsty.” I say “Hi, hungry, I’m Jessie. What can I do for you.” And because they are on the spectrum, they then have to scramble to find the words to describe hunger and thirst without saying “I’m hungry”. It’s not really cruel. They need to be able to do this. But someday? Someday they will turn it on me and I will rue the tactic.… Read the rest
It’s been a week here. A spring break of a week to be specific. Having both kids home from school all week is …. nuts. But adorable. (Mostly. There are no photos of when Sam threw Linda’s cat in the pool. Oh yes he did. Wanted to see if Pretty could swim. Verdict? Yes. But she may never trust small children again. Linda is truly an amazing friend.) Anyway, here are some pictures in lieu of anything intelligent to say on the subject.
Except this. Our kids were in the same vicinity as the broad banded copperhead, and we removed them from said location.… Read the rest