A to Z - Zowie!

This is it.  I’ve made it through the month, the weeks, the days.  I’ve put words down, words that made you think at times, maybe made you ponder, hopefully at times they’ve made you laugh. 

All in all, I’ve put down a mere 75 words at a time.  Flashes of fiction, and on occasion or maybe two…I’ve put down a cheat. 

I’ve made new friends.  I’ve learned new things.  All on A to Z!  Zowie!

This could potentially be, one of those times that I put down a cheat.  I sat here tonight, wondering what the heck I would write about...Zombies, Zealots, Zebras...nothing struck a chord in me.  So...you got Zowie, I flipping made it through the entire month!

A to Z - Young Once

"I told that young man if he came back, I'd make it worth his while", she said with a wink.
"Agnes, you didn't", gasped Mary.
"I most certainly did.  You're only young once, you know."
"But Agnes, you aren't young.  We live in a retirement home, and that young man only comes by because he's your Physical Therapist."
"I may not be young, but he sure is!  And, if it's physical, it's therapy."
"You are out of your mind."
"Where's my lipstick?  I gotta get ready.  I think I'm on his schedule this afternoon!"

A to Z - Xenophobia

“They’re so weird.  I wish they’d just go away.”

“I don’t know why they moved here.  They don’t belong.”

“I heard she is a contractor, IT or something.  She’s working for the government.  Taking away jobs from our young men.”

“Stupid greedy yanks!”

“If that’s not bad enough, I heard they eat dogs too!  Can you believe it?”

“Dogs?  That’s disgusting.  They are so strange.  I hate them.”

“Yeah, they eat them at baseball games.”     

WeWriWa - "Ha ha!"

A beautiful calm day, everyone finds great help in jovial kindred.  Linking my novel or poem, quite rapidly, sharing the unfettered verse-WeWriWa!  As you might be able to tell...I'm a bit A to Z frazzled!  But it has been kind of exciting...this month thanks to both WeWriWa and A to Z, I'll have posted every single day! Whew! Never saw that one coming ; )

So, shall we get to today's snippet?  I'm going to give you seven lines...not eight.  I know, I'm holding out on you.  But here's the deal.  I either have to smash a bunch of stuff together using punctuation that's altogether unruly to make eight lines, or, I just stop shy of the mark, and possibly leave you wanting.  Sometimes, less is more : )  Last week, I heard several cries for a hero to save Ravyn from the Mara, who was flooding her with horrible visions.  Let's see if your pleas were answered...

His Nibs jumped up on a stump and rapped the Mara across its nubby head with his shillelagh.  “Oh, yer a tough nut, aren’t ye?  Good thing I know how to crack ya!” 

Ravyn felt her fears slipping away.

The Mara snarled and swiped at His Nibs, the sharp nails of his hand glinting in the firelight.  His Nibs cartwheeled to the side, laughing a hearty, “Ha ha!”  He darted behind the Mara as quick as a wink, delivering a pointy boot tip to the creature’s scaly butt.

A to Z - Weekend Writing Warriors

In Flash Fiction style, I am sharing magic with you, Weekend Writing Warriors (cue dramatic music).  This post is exactly eight sentences.  Because, that’s what happens every Sunday, writer’s from around the world share eight lines from their published work or WIP’s.  You hop, read and critique or comment.  Get insight into how your writing affects others.  There’re so many different genres and styles represented.  Find poetry, romance, fantasy, action and humor.  Come join us!

So, think about clicking that link and joining us this Sunday...c'mon, you know you want to!

A to Z - Vegas

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.  Or, the beholder, groans and loads his pipe with grass, softening the blow of waking up in Vegas wed to…her.  She’s the shape of a pineapple, clad in a garish muumuu.  Silvery locks fray from her bun, red lipstick smears her cheek (evidence of their romancing), bifocals dangle between her ample bosom.  Her sagging support hose bottom out her bridal ensemble along with her chunky orthopedic shoes.

A to Z - Underworld

Psyche parts her lips and draws a coin from between her teeth.  She drops the coin into Charon’s left palm.  Fiery eyes burn into her soul from beneath a soiled cloak.  “You may enter,” he says, his voice grating her nerves.  She teeters on the edge of the dock, the River Styx lapping against her hems.  Venus’ box for Prosperina tucked safe under arm, she leaps into the boat.  Charon’s pole splashes down. She’s off.