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OLWG #29-32 – Mabel and Marvin Take Tea

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2018 has not started well in terms of keeping on top of things…. Here I am responding to four weeks of New Unofficial On-Line Writer’s Guild prompts. All 12 are listed at the bottom. There’s one I couldn’t incorporate into my scene below. Any suggestions on how to include it are very welcome.

Thank you to Thom Kerr for providing this challenge each week.

 

Marvin and Mabel Take Tea

Mabel and Marvin sit in a plush red leather banquette. A pot of tea and milk jug sits between them; they each have cups, and a plate of gooey Death by Chocolate cake oozes in front of Marvin.

Mabel: Is it good?

Marvin: It tastes just as deadly as it looks. Do you want some?

Mabel: Over-rated rubbish. You’ll need CPA after eating that.

Marvin: You mean CPR. And I won’t. Why don’t you try some? There’s enough to share.

Mabel: No, I want you to tell me all about Melissa.

Marvin: Mother she’s wonderful. My ideal woman. Petite, red-headed. She sings like an angel.

Mabel: You met her at choir?

Marvin: That’s right. She joined last term. I loved her from the moment I saw her. I thought she’d be out of my league, she is so pretty. And she’s as tuneful as a songbird. Listening to her practise is like hearing the birds at dawn.

Mabel: Tell me more about her, less about the singing.

Marvin: She’s got blue eyes and freckles. She’s always smiling. She works as a teacher; has one brother who lives up north. Her parents are local. She loves running, reading, tanning and singing.

Mabel: And how old is she?

Marvin: Thirty-five.

Mabel: Really? That old? I’d’ve expected you to go for someone younger. Or at least someone with the prospect of giving me grandchildren.

Marvin: There’s plenty of time for that.

Mabel: I’m beginning to think you don’t want them. Children I mean.

Marvin: We don’t have to. There are no rules.

Mabel: Yes there are. We are born, we get together with someone to have kids, and then we die.

Marvin: Mother, this may sound hard to believe but it doesn’t have to be like that.

Mabel: Your father was just the same. The way he hitched up his trousers I thought I’d never conceive. His little swimmers were always overheating and dying in all that constriction.

Marvin: [Stares speechless.]

Mabel: Don’t look at me like that.

Marvin: Like what?

Mabel: Like I drive you nuts and you hate me. My heart is pierced like daggers.

Marvin: Mother your heart is so hard it would take a diamond tipped ice pick to penetrate it.

Mabel: I wonder sometimes if they swapped you in the hospital. I don’t believe you can be my son. And soon I’ll be old and then I’ll die and I won’t have rocked your baby in my arms.

Marvin: Can we change the subject?

Mabel: Sure.

Marvin: How’s Auntie June?

Mabel: Oh she’s good. Since she went on the HRT she’s been much better. She looks like an impeccably dressed transvestite these days.

Marvin: Mother!

Mabel: What? I’m only telling the truth. Auntie June has always looked like a man. Now she looks like one who used to be a woman, which you have to admit is better considering she is a woman.

Marvin: Okay, maybe you’re right.

Mabel: Next question.

Marvin: I don’t have any.

Mabel: Neither have I.

Marvin: Shall we go then?

Mabel: I haven’t finished my drink.

Marvin: Oh, I have tea too.

Mabel: And cake to finish.

Marvin: Please have some mother.

Mabel: Strange but true, but when I say I do or don’t want something I tend to mean it.

Marvin: Fine, have it your way. But I might be a while. It is very rich.

Mabel: I can wait for the moment. And if you take too long, you’ll be paying the bill.

 

 

  1. Neither have I.
  2. An impeccably dressed transvestite.
  3. The birds at dawn.
  4. Really? That old?
  5. Was she really invisible?
  6. Just as deadly as it looks.
  7. pierced like daggers
  8. CPA
  9. Strange but true
  10. hitched up his trousers
  11. there are no rules
  12. oh, I have tea too

 

Go ahead and dive in,
Write something
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need.

Have fun

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Written by Sarah Ann

January 12, 2018 at 3:30 pm

OLWG #27 and #28

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Here are my responses to two sets of OLWG prompts because I’m very behind at the moment, but I do enjoy the challenge of coming up with something for these. This week I’ve been superbly lazy and incorporated the prompts in my short pieces, as that gave me even fewer words to come up with. Sticking to the tried and tested I’ve gone for a haiku, American sentence and cinquain for each set of prompts. Thanks as ever to TNKerr and the OLWG for these.

 

 

full moon plundering

people asleep in their beds

get away with it

 

Auntie loved cats. Here near constant refrain, ‘Here kitty, kitty, kitty.’

 

Courtroom.

How do you plead?

They shouldn’t ask me that.

Don’t know. Can’t remember. Don’t care.

Death row.

 

 

ambassadoring

putting on a show to woo

those we love or need

 

Grandfather loved gratuitous sex and violence. Grandma left him.

 

Hoped for,

and there it was:

All she could ever need.

Her prayers answered by living souls.

Christmas.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

December 17, 2017 at 1:22 pm

OLWG#26 – Micropoetry – #amwriting

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This week’s New Unofficial On’Line Writer’s Guild prompts leant themselves to being an American sentence all by themselves. Very lazily and only slightly adapted, here are 17-sylables:

‘You can learn a lot from books,’ the gypsy woman said. ‘Mine’s out March 1st.’

I need to spend longer than 25-minutes coming up with a response to these, and to stop using the prompts as titles. However, taking each prompt in turn I’ve stuck with poetry this week: a haiku, a cinquain (although having read the original post on these, I’m not sure the stresses are right at all), and a shadorma. Having broken away from the grip of NaNoWriMo, I decided to have a bit of fun.

 

You can learn a lot from books

eccentricity

more read about than achieved

he practised daily

 

The gypsy woman said

Happy,

I see you are.

May it last forever.

On the other hand it may not.

Useless.

 

It won’t be available until April 1st

*Her new book:

glossy front cover,

overpriced,

badly writ.

April fools’ day a good day

to launch such drivel.

 

* ‘The’ did not fit here, feel free to replace ‘her’ with ‘his’.

Written by Sarah Ann

November 30, 2017 at 6:52 pm

OLWG#25

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I have finally got to posting my response this week’s OLWG prompts and had fun with an American sentence, a cinquain, and a haiku. I used the prompts as titles, but that’s boring. For a great poetical example of what else you can do with them, go see TN Kerr’s wonderful post.

 

She smiled that way

He spent years waiting. And here she is. Time’s up. Gorgeous; his assassin.

 

It’s a curse

Ginger.

Springy tight curls

Sally hated her hair.

Everyone else loved it, not her.

Jealous.

 

 

Money to burn

shock inheritance

party hard and long, repeat

easy come, gone soon

 

Written by Sarah Ann

November 25, 2017 at 11:40 am

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OLWG #24 – George – #amwriting

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It’s prompt 24 for the New, Unofficial On-Line Writer’s Guild, and I played it safe this week with a 100-word cheery (?) tale. Somehow this week’s prompts felt as if they should stay together.

***

 

George

George slumps into his chair, head resting against an antimacassar thickened and stained with grease. The chair is an island in a sea of filth. The house hasn’t been cleaned since Maggie. There’s been no tidying, sweeping, or cooking. George moves about by sliding across the ever shifting rubbish strewn everywhere. Sometimes he’s sure it moves of its own accord. He doesn’t care.

There’s been no laughing since Maggie either. That he misses. The keen edge of his spirit was blunted by her passing.

Pills in hand, George cradles whiskey in a glass, his staple sustenance, and longs for release.

***

 

This week’s prompts are:

  1. Whiskey in a glass
  2. The keen edge
  3. Antimacassar

Use these prompts to write anything you like and would enjoy writing. Or ignore them and write whatever strikes your fancy. I like that idea too.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

November 16, 2017 at 4:04 pm

OLWG #23 – #micropoetry, #amwriting

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To keep me on my toes and make sure I participate, I’ve gone for a haiku, an American Sentence and an American Cinquain again to address this week’s Unofficial On-Line Writer’s Guild prompts. Hopefully I’ll mix it up a bit next week but NaNoWriMo is currently taking up a bit of time.

 

Diamonds on my windshield
autumnal showers
parked cars await drenched walkers
glistening treasures

 

Try this
Bill skates, flips, slides, loops the loop, shimmies. Dan, watching, feels inadequate.

 

I think I have one right here
Joker
Jumps and dances
Grins, plays tricks, undermines
Attempting to make others laugh
Annoys

 

Why not play along. Pick a prompt and spend 25-minutes writing something.

Written by Sarah Ann

November 7, 2017 at 11:03 pm

OLWG #22 – a haiku, an American sentence and an American Cinquain

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There are some things that, once started, are hard to stop. So it is that I’ve pitched up again with a response to this week’s OLWG prompts. Sticking to micro-poetry means I can actually respond to the prompt. I am not a poet, but I am having fun playing with these tight structures. Once again I’ve taken the prompts as my titles.

 

What happened here?
door hanging open
possessions strewn everywhere
neater than before

 

I have seen the devil
Social services: baby snatchers disguised as ordinary Joes.

 

She won’t be having any more
She hurts
Stomach bloated
Fizzy pop rebelling
Food dissolving, churning, turning
Vomits

 

With thanks to the New, Unofficial, On-Line Writer’s Guild and TN Kerr.

Written by Sarah Ann

November 2, 2017 at 3:10 pm

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