Writer’s Quote Wednesday, 9/21/2016.

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Well, the last one, huh? Alright, I can respect the need to go full force on books; I’m doing it myself after all. But I can set aside my own silly excuses and make the effort here, one last time.

I’m going to use the old format, though, as trying to write a flash fiction is currently beyond me.

The most pertinent quote I could find for this is from someone we Americans should know well. A four-time​ Olympic medal winner, she was born in 1980 in Panorama city. She was on ‘the apprentice’ and inducted into the women’s hockey hall of fame last year. I give you one Angela Ruggieri, someone who should be an inspiration to many if not all.

“It feels right. but it’s emotional. Saying goodbye to anything you’ve done that long is hard.” – Angel Ruggieri.

As fitting as it gets for a swan song. As always, this is for:

#WQWWC – Writer’s Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge – “Farewell”

I guess I won’t be seeing everyone involved next week – so good luck in your endeavors and have fun in life.

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Writer’s Quote Wednesday, 8/10/2016.

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Alright, Still sick (Again, I know right?)but well enough for this. A small story followed by a quote.

She sighed, watching, trying to work the kink out of her spine by ramming it into the hard bench. He was playing, having a grand time, but she needed a break; she wasn’t as young as she used to be. Aspirin was in her near future, while the jungle gym was in his.

She fished the pills out of her purse, her hand snaking past the bills and notices stuffed into it. She dry swallowed a few just in time; he came back.

“Come on Mommy, swing me on the swing please!”

“Sure thing, honey.” She got up, waiting until he had turned to knuckle her back into an approximation of shape. It was best to let him dream a little longer.

She agreed with Irving Howe: “The knowledge that makes us cherish innocence makes innocence unattainable.” he had said. Which meant it was best to let her son keep his while he could; she would run interference as long as she could since hers was long gone.

And there you go! As always, this is for Silver Threading at:
#WQWWC – Writers Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge – “Innocence”

See you next week!

Writer’s Quote Wednesday, 7/20/2016.

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Here we go, another week, another mini-story backed by a quote:

Well, it was over. Twenty years of effort gone in an instant. Reduced to a small box of office supplies; he didn’t even have the small pictures, the photos of the family most other did. He had worked for them for twenty years, and because of one mistake, it was all over.

He had to find another job just before retirement.

He dropped the box off in his battered car and drove straight home. He didn’t snag it from the car, there was no point. The afternoon was spent working on his resume, drink in hand. Nothing would happen if he just gave up, like that one lady said:

“At the end of the day, all you can hope for is to go on. The older I get, the more I realize that just keeping on keeping on is what life’s all about.” – Janis Ian.

He had a new job the next day – seemed his management skills were in higher demand than he realized.

And that’s it. As always, this is for Silver Threading at:

https://silverthreading.com/category/writers-quote-wednesday-writing-challenge/

See you next week.

Writer’s Quote Wednesday, 7/13/2016.

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Alright, another Wednesday, another quote. In this case, that means some flash fiction. So away we go. warning, this one will be a little dark.

His hands were bloody. Instinct was one thing, but hands were unsuited to holding liquid inside a broken vessel. And his vessel was very broken at the moment.

They were all around him now, and there was no escape – even if he could move to escape at more than a crawl. The spot he was in was under cover at least, and the hole he found himself in ensured the sniper wouldn’t get a second chance to make that good first impression.

His wallet was in his front pocket, which was lucky. He drew it out, fumbling it a little. Opening it revealed the thing he wanted to see. His blood smeared the plastic but the picture itself remained pristine.

She was ten and smiling, with a hat on and a piece of cake in front of her. A time before she hated him. A happier, simpler time, before he was wrong about everything, before the both left and he buried himself in his work. Tearing down regimes and hunting terrorists.

The grenade wasn’t a complete surprise, but he felt a surge of anger; it was a waste since all they had to do was wait, just a little bit! Were they really that impatient?

He felt the truth of it as the device went off; the old Bob Dylan quote: “Take care of your memories, for you cannot relive them.”

And that’s it. Sorry about any feels for this one. As always it’s for Silver threading at:

https://silverthreading.com/category/writers-quote-wednesday-writing-challenge/

See you next week.

Writer’s Quote Wednesday, 7/6/2016.

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Alright, another Wednesday, which means another short story (very short) and quote. Back into space we go!

He huffed up the hill in the thin air, his rover sporting its broken wheel a kilometer behind him. Several kilometers past that, his ship waiting, almost blending into the red-hued dust.

He should be heading back, but it drew him, the top of the hill, the position to offer the greatest view of the area. He could afford a few more steps, he thought, just a few more, and then he’d start back.

Then he reached the top, and he saw. The quote came to him unbidden, even as he cheapened the vision with snapshots from his bulky camera:

“The best part of beauty is that which no picture can express.” – Francis Bacon.

He had a long journey back, but duty done, he decided to stay a few more moments.

And that’s it, see you next week.

Writer’s Quote Wednesday, 6/29/2016.

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Alright, missed a week, but I’m back.

She sat in the pew, crying, alone. None came to comfort her, and none came to see him. He was… had not been… loved. Or even liked. The best that could be said about him was that he had honor.

They had fought about that, some. Honor didn’t put food on the table.

For all of that, he had tried.

Even as he failed again, and even his family left; disowned him. Even as he turned hard – mean. Even as he pushed everyone away. Even as he drank himself to death.

She got up, tears dried, and went to the coffin. The pastor was talking to the undertaker. No one was near. A last look at his face – he was so peaceful now, and the red nose was gone, his yellow eyes closed. She was reminded of a saying, something she had heard:

“Faith is a knowledge within the heart, beyond the reach of proof.” – Khalil Gibran.

She had faith that he was in a better place, beyond all that had weighed him down. She had faith that she would see him again, the bright and wonderful man she married. All it would take was a little time.

Alright, that’s it, see you next week.

Writer’s Quote Wednesday, 6/8/2016.

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Alright, so here we go. An adventure for adventure!

“Dude, how about that one?” Bryce asked, pointing at the distant and modern windmill.

“Shut up Bryce.” Nathan responded promptly, consulting the old map again.

“Okay, so no to the modern one,” Bryce pointed further down. “What about that one? It’s an old-fashioned windmill! You could totally tilt that!

“Get fucked, Bryce.”

Map consulted, Nathan forged ahead. The fountain had to be here somewhere. GPS confirmed the site to within a hundred yards, it was just a matter of finding it in the empty field. The flat empty field in which no water could be seen or heard.

“Admit it, Nathan. It’s not here. Just like Ponce, you struck out.”

Bryce took a step toward Nathan and vanished with a yelp, mid-gesture.

Nathan grabbed the rope at his side and pulled his flashlight, scrambling to the edge of the sink-hole.

“Bryce, you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, it’s only about a ten foot drop!”

Nathan drove a spike into the earth with a hammer from his pack and tied the rope to it. After testing it he headed down.

Bryce was under the hole; he hadn’t packed a light, despite Nathan’s urging. Nathan panned his own light around until it came to rest on a bubbling underground spring. Bryce was wet, Nathan noticed.

He began to laugh.

“Don’t flake out on me, Nathan. This could just be any underground spring.”

“Except it’s already working on you, Bryce. I’m sure you’ll enjoy being a teen again.”

Bryce scrambled up the rope with a curse.

“Science moves with the spirit of an adventure characterized both by youthful arrogance and the belief that the truth, once found, would be simple as well as pretty.” – James D Watson.

What does the quote have to do with the story? Nothing at all!

As always, this is for Silver Threading at

Writers Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge – “Adventure” #WQWWC

See you next week!