Those ‘Tween Places


He just went to sleep and didn’t wake up… but he didn’t know it. Driving home he was tired, so tired. He pulled off the road to shut his eyes for a moment. “They’re just so heavy.” He’d made certain windows were up and doors all locked before he began to sink back when his eyes snapped open, “Did I pass out…” Rubbing the sleep out he looked around. “Strange color for twilight. Time?” He got out of the car and began walking to liven up a bit.

… Liven up.

Turning back he stopped fear gripping his chest. “Someone’s in the front… looks like… me?”


He stepped closer.






100 Word Challenge For Grown-Ups


The prompt is


“…he just went to sleep and didn’t wake up…”




Haven’t Got A Clue Yet But That Doesn’t Mean Anything


Another day but still no way, nothing

“Why does the world fight back when…”

A phrase simple enough but then

Too much wine with salmon and greens


I know! “Sitting at the desk catching a glimpse of the evil eye charm…”


“Nah, that’s going nowhere”, I mused (about this writing challenge I chose to embark upon).



Well, what about that other story?



Astrid was watching Natalie closely though Natalie didn’t know it. “Her foot moved, my arm is lower and Agon will be gone for a while. I know just how long he’s going to take. Wish there were some way I could tell her.”





 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups


 The Prompt Is: “….why does the world fight back when….”

Tents: Escape At Your Fingertips




Astrid’s arm was even lower than the first time she noticed. “The sun can still be our friend. I should try to move…” Natalie concentrated – her foot moved… She looked at Astrid suddenly horrified. How long Astrid had been like that hit her like a ton of bricks. She didn’t know. What if the solution was a part of her like in that movie about living people made into wax figures but the wax could never be removed or it’d kill them? Would she be responsible for murder; would this be the day when life changed?


It was about to.







100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups


The prompt this week is:

“…would this be the day when life changed…”

Now What Continues On




Thumbing through all that’d been written so far she still had nothing for connecting Natalie’s dilemma to something that’ll get the two of them away from Agon. The sun was in their favor making the solution or whatever it was that solidified over their skin causing them, no rendering them immobile far from infallible. “His flawed design? I don’t know.” Then she remembered something about a controller of some sort that had triggered the process but was that part of the longer story or had she used that with one of those writing challenge prompt-things.


“Maybe I’ll start a load to wash…”


She got a shudder as if there were someone in the room. A presence but Miggz had ensured… made sure… made certain… anyway, had stopped the checks from coming to her so the woman “and her buddy I guess” could rest in peace.


“Maybe what I should do is check the mailbox.”