Daily Creates Week Four

  • April 5: Write a thank you note for the Easter Bunny.

Dear Easter Bunny,

I just thought I would write you a note to say thank you. Thanks for hiding the eggs for all of the kids. Also, thanks for hiding one so well last year that we found it this year. Thanks for leaving twelve pounds of chocolate and the subsequent sugar highs I’ve had to deal with. (ALL FIVE GIRLS!)

Yeah, Easter Bunny, thanks a-whole-freaking-lot.

Yentle

  • April 6: Pick a character from a book, TV show, or movie and explain what makes you like them or what makes them like you.
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This one took a ought of thought. .  . then it hit me! I am Fat Amy from “Pitch Perfect” We both have a dirty sense of humor that we don’t bother to hide. We have confidence in who we are and others gravitate to that. . . and of course, FATTIES UNITE!

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  • April 7: What is your favorite word and why?

Quaff! It means “to drink heartily” especially alcoholic beverages. Le’s be honest. . . it’s fun to say.

  • April 8: Write a 400 word story from the point of view of two characters.

Aaron felt a prickling at the back of his neck. Turning, he saw the man at the back of the church watching him intently. A bit creeped out, Aaron turned around and watch the priest pray over the dead. Aaron’s sister, Nona, fourteen years older than he, had passed away, and her husband was burying her the best way he knew how. Aaron turned again to see the sea-green eyes watching him again. The stranger stared back at him, not even blinking. It was alarming because he didn’t know what the man saw.

Aaron left the church with his brother-in-law, passing the sandy-haired man whose brown eyes followed him as Aaron walked by with Jake. Aaron’s eyes met the man’s again. The man’s intimidating brown eyes refused to back down. Aaron looked away and felt the gaze on his back as he left the church.

Beside the grave, Aaron stood alone, watching the attendants fill Maria’s final resting place. Hearing the dew dampened grass slip beneath someone’s feet, Aaron lifted his head, but didn’t turn.

“Why are you watching me?” Aaron asked, knowing without looking that the man watching him in the church was behind him.

“I have proof that your sister was murdered.”

Jake stood beside Aaron looking at the white and gold coffin covered in white calla lilies, just what Maria would want. They had never discussed what would happen if one of them died and Jake had never expected to be the one left behind. The night before, uncomfortable on the couch, make had finally entered their bedroom. Clutching Maria’s pillow, which still smelled of her, Jake had sobbed, sitting on the bed he’d shared with his wife for the past eight years.

Jake didn’t even know his wife was sick. Why hadn’t she told him? Aaron shifted beside him, and looked behind him. Jake said nothing as they left, yet, Aaron was distracted by a man to their left.

Aaron is flirting during his sister’s funeral? Jake thought outraged. Marie was dead, jake was alone, and her brother was being disrespectful when they needed to lay the love of Jake’s life to rest.

While Aaron stood beside the grave, Jake walked away, accepting condolences from other grievers.

Hearing a gasp, jake looked at the man who’d been watching his brother-in-law and Aaron who shook his head, looking angry and intense.

Jake excused himself and moved to Aaron and the unfamiliar man.

“What’s going on?”

“Someone murdered Maria.”

  • April 9: Write a story that connects sentences from page 42 from two books. From the first book, use the first sentence and from book two, use the last sentence.

Book 1: James Dashner’s The Maze Runner- “They stared at the Box, which was closed at the moment-double doors of metal lying flat on the ground, covered in white paint, fading and cracked.”

Book 2: Nicholas Sparks’s The Best of Me- “In her mind, Oriental was an ideal place to raise children, and for the most part, she was right.”

The stared at the box, which was closed at the moment-double doors of metal lying flat on the ground, covered in white paint, faded and cracked.

“What’s in it?” Simon asked.

“How should we know?” Albert demanded. “We haven’t opened it yet.”

“Yet?” Christopher interjected.

Albert whiled on Christopher. “Of course we’re going to open it, stupid.”

Christopher and Simon shared a look, but followed the taller boy into the door of the enormous metal box.

Albert looked at the other two boys, “Well? Go ahead.”

Simon and Christopher heaved one of the huge metal doors together. When Albert screamed and raced away, the other two boys looked at one another. As if by agreement, they turned as one to look into the box. Against the wall, a bleached white skeleton was leaning, blue fabric shredded beside it.

With terrified shouts, both boys ran.

Deputy Charline “Charlie” Samuels used her sunglasses onto her head as she crouched down to look at the skeleton.

“It’s obviously a Union soldier who got lost and fell into the container then starved to death during the battle.” stated Deputy Dan Poulin, the other town deputy in Oriental, Georgia. Doc, Annabelle Martin, who was in the metal box with the body, looking at Dan while Charlie turned in her crouched position.

“How is that obvious, Dan?”

“He’s got a broken leg and there is blue fabric.”

Shaking her head because Dan always had theories that revolved around the Civil War. Shaking her head, Charlie turned back to Doc, “The bones are too new and the fabric isn’t old enough. The broken leg didn’t heal, as a fragment is in the corner.”

“Thank goodness you came down from Atlanta, Charlie.” Doc said as she examined the broken leg. “I need to get this to the lab, but i don’t think these bones have been here quite a week.”

“A week?” Dan exclaimed as Charlie stood.

She’d moved to Oriental because of her son, Gabe, who was eight and beginning to cause problems. Oriental was a small town where Gabe was beginning to flourish even as he fought. In her mind, oriental was an ideal place to raise children, and for the most part, she was right.

  • April 10: Write a personals ad from Bigfoot or the loch Ness Monster seeking a partner to love.

Slightly overly large, somewhat hairy forest dweller searching for a companion to share a life of living in misty wooded areas and hiding from tourists while leaving clues of existence.

  • April 11: Write an adventure story based on a food in the back of the refrigerator.

As she reached for the onion the back of the fridge, something happened to Delia. She wasn’t sure what, but when she woke, she wasn’t home.

Standing, Delia looked around her at the mint green walls, the golden trim, the clear glass windows. She moved to the window and gasped as she looked out. A whale swam by and Delia fell as she scrambled away.

Her breath coming out in puffs, Delia found a door. Expecting it to be locked. Delia tugged it and fell backward as it opened without trouble. No longer thinking, Delia ran from the room. A woman in a mint green jogging suit watched her coolly.

“May I help you, miss?” she asked, looking unperturbed by Delia’s rushing form the room.

“Where am I?”

Her eyebrows knitted the woman answered, “Atlantis, miss.” The woman watch Delia as if she’d lost her mind.

Why am I crazy when she’s telling me I’m in Atlantis?

“How did i get here?”

“You were summoned by the council, ” the Atlantian replied.

“Uh. . .” Delia began. “Okay. .  . why did the council summon me?”

“You have to answer to the charges, miss.”

“Charges?”

“Yes, miss. The murder charges.”

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7 thoughts on “Daily Creates Week Four

  1. Wow, I have to say, your stories were so much fun to read! I can tell that you’re an avid reader, because you write in the way of one who loves books. You’ve got a little bit of style to your writing, and a little bit of imagination. Can’t wait to see the rest of your daily create challenges!

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    1. Thank you! I was scared that everyone would look at these and say “Well, she sucks!” I guess that’s one of those fears you have to deal with when you put your work out there. But, people have been saying nice things, and I am happy about it. I’ve only got four more days worth left, and I’m kinda sad to see then end.

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    1. I’m glad that you like them. Fat Amy is amazing. My dad actually recently commented that I’m just like her, so I’m taking it as a complement. Can you believe I was afraid to share this stuff! I’m still afraid to share anything that I create because I don’t want to waste someone’s time. Thank you for reading these, I’m glad you enjoy the break.

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