I’m Gonna Cheat

A Creative PTSD Gal does a 6-word story prompt for the month and she posted September’s daily prompts. Now, I’m going to cheat and post all mine for the month in one post. If you want to participate, hop on over to her blog today.


Unadvised Immense Scant Oven Voice Rebel Plausible Offer Pets Mundane Maddening Animated Bridge Room Introduce Wake Quarrel Remove Concern Incandescent Tangible Youthful Territory Frogs Writer Sand Learn Instrument Flower Grind


  1. Trudging ahead, unprepared, forever hopelessly ignorant.
  2. Overwhelmed and forgotten, life’s gravitational forces.
  3. Overabundant and commoditized, human necessities distributed.
  4. Sixteen hours, still not done. Crap!
  5. Inner thoughts, outer emotions, blissfully combined.
  6. Standing up, taking a knee, Freedom.
  7. Fifty thousand pieces, fifty thousand friends.
  8. No owner, forever free, unobtainable price.
  9. Happy, sad, indifferent. Yet always there.
  10. Life to one, adventure to another.
  11. One last bit, always beyond reach.
  12. Hands flapping, tongue tired, youthful speech.
  13. Old women playing, old men snoring.
  14. Personal domain, forever blockaded, until college.
  15. Forgotten names, remembered faces, always meeting.
  16. Roosters crowing, raccoons retiring, new day.
  17. Teenage views, parental desires, battle begins.
  18. Snip here, snip there, permanent goodbye.
  19. Fallen bodies, could help, send prayers.
  20. Glowing bright, guiding light, flickering devil.
  21. I produce, you need, we share.
  22. Imagination runs wild, sunrise to sunset.
  23. Here to there, they want all.
  24. Nightly chorus, keeping time, nature’s symphony.
  25. Cursed words, dropping, out of reach.
  26. Microscopic worlds, keeping time, Earth’s clock.
  27. Hear them, ignore them, find yourself.
  28. Things inside, demanding release, finding voices.
  29. Reds and yellows, greens and purples, Nature’s design.
  30. Toil and trouble, adult years ahead.

Blogging Mad Libs #13

If you are unfamiliar with Mad Libs, they are short stories with words missing that you, the reader, fill in based on the noted requirement (i.e. noun, name, verb, color, etc.). Step 1 is to read the list of blanks for the mad lib and write down the words you select for that item (i.e. Name 1 = Bill, nouns = stars, etc.).

There are two ways to participate in this new adventure:

  1. Copy the story and make a post of your own with the missing pieces filled in
  2. Post your responses in the comments below

List of Blanks

  • animals
  • body part
  • food
  • reading material
  • verb x 2
  • plural noun
  • emotion


Come Play

Once upon a time there were two little animals that were always playing around with things they shouldn’t. Their mother would scold them and swat their little body part, but it did no good. They still did it. One day, while out playing, the ground opened up and swallowed Jason.

“Mama, mama, come quick!” Alex yelled, but she did not come.

Their mother sat at the kitchen table and finished her food while she read reading material.

Alex ran from neighbor to neighbor trying to find help, but they had played so many mean tricks on everyone that no one wanted to help or fall for another trick. So, he sat down next to the hole and verb until he heard Jason verb.

“Come on down, Alex,” he called to his brother, “it’s amazing down here!”

In an instant the brothers were reunited in a large underground cavern filled with sparkling plural noun and flittering pixies dashing about with emotion. It’s not every day they get visitors. Hours passed and soon their mother was out calling for them.

“How are we going to get home?” Alex asked.

“We can help with that,” the pixies said, and they picked up the brothers and carried them back to the surface world.

While their mother was preparing dinner, the boys told her of their tale and were promptly sent to bed without their supper for lying and trying to trick her again. Later that night, when they were all sound asleep, the pixie crept into the house and stole their mother for being naughty. She was never heard from again.