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Mondays Finish the Story – Dance Fever – Rated PG13 – Humorous

Barbara brings us Mondays Finish the Story.  Use the beginning sentence and the picture prompt along with another 100-150 words to create your story.  Mine is below, the rest are > HERE < Enjoy!!!

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Dance Fever

By Scott L Vannatter – November 25, 2014 (150 Words)

“Dance as if no one is watching!” Stephanie yelled at George as they entered the disco hall. George tried to take in the multitude of people gyrating in motion. George wanted to run out, but he really wanted Stephanie to like him.

He stepped out on the floor with her and closed his eyes. His feet began to tap and he began to forget all those around him.

After a bit, George felt a hand on his waist, then her other hand crept just a bit lower on his backside. His mind was going wild. Stephanie was enjoying this, too! He looked forward to the rest of the evening.

When the set of songs finished and a slow dance began, George opened his eyes to try and dance with Stephanie to the romantic song. With a start he realized that the woman he was now with was not Stephanie, who he saw in tears leaving the building.

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Namaste,

Scott

Mondays Finish the Story – “A Room with a View” PG13 Humerous

Barbara brings us “Mondays Finish the Story.”  Photo prompt below and 1st line given is in bold.  My story follows, the rest > HERE < Enjoy!

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Mondays Finish the Story

By Scott L Vannatter – November 20, 2014 (136 words)

“When I rented the room, I did not think it would be this one!” Said Johnson Arondi, looking at the doorway to the outhouse he had, apparently paid for.  He looked somewhat disgusted.  He had answered an ad for a spacious room in a quiet, nature-view area where he could commute for his three college classes and the full-time job in the downtown factory.  Granted it was quiet and in a nature-view area.  The commute was less than 45 minutes, but spacious?

“It had better be real clean!” he muttered opening the door.  Inside was a clean staircase.  Intrigued he walked down about twelve feet and into a room the size of most apartments.  It was furnished and well-lit, sealed from sound, and clean to the point of obsession.

“I knew it would be great,” he thought lying on the couch and flipping the remote to the 60 inch screen.

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Namaste,

Scott

Mondays Finish the Story – “Keep on Truckin'” – PG13

My newest writing endeavor.  This is my first official week on “Monday Finishes the Story“.  Here you are given the prompt (below) and the first sentence of your story (see mine below).  You are to finish the story in 100-150 words non-inclusive of the first sentence.  It is a blog run by babso2you.  Click > HERE < for the rest of the entries.

Keep on Truckin’

By Scott L Vannatter – 149 words

“He certainly had quite an attitude.”

At least, that was my thought when I saw the truck with the monster’s face. It was rather ghastly and ran prickles on my arms and neck, reminding me of Stephen King’s book about cars coming to life.

I knew that one was fiction and so was my thinking here. I laughed a bit thinking how absurd it sounded to be considering how to react to a truck with sharp teeth coming after you with no driver. Actually, why would he even come after me? It was all so unbelievable I did laugh out loud…just a little.

I turned at the noise behind me, not a scream, but not quite a machine sound either. Chuck had been working on the truck and I saw half of his body lying in front of the vehicle. The other half was sticking out from the truck’s…mouth?

A revved engine had me running…

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Namaste,

Scott L Vannatter

 

Flash Friday – Friendship – Saying Goodbye PG13

Rebekah Postupak hosts Flash Friday, 140-160 word stories based on a word (Friendship) and a photo prompt (Below).   After reading my story following the picture, please click > HERE < for the rest of the entries.  Enjoy!!!

Source: “Rose Biodo, Philadelphia, 10 years old. Working 3 summers, minds baby and carries berries, two pecks at a time.” Photo by Lewis Hine, National Archives public domain. Share this:

I remember it as if it were yesterday.  The beautiful ten-year-old girl, Rose (Rosalina to me), marching her berries (always two pecks at a time) up for payment.  This being done on the hot sand (barefooted, of course), in a dress and kerchief, all the while making sure the little one, Saliette, was well.

We grew together, my immigrant background and book-hungry thirst for knowledge always at odds with each other during picking season, and fell madly in love.  This love surviving the bone-breaking stress of never knowing at the end of a field when we would see each other again.  But, a soul kiss, given at eight, kept our hearts and minds pure.  I do wish my body had done the same.

Now, two marriages and five children later, I have traveled six states, in a car of my own at last, to see my Rosalina.

I put my withering hand on hers, at least it was an open casket, and cry.

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Namaste,

Scott

Flash Friday – Burning for the Bell

Rebekah Postupak hosts Flash Friday in which 140-150 words stories are created by us based on a picture prompt and a word.  The word to go along with the picture below is to “include a fire.”  Click >HERE< for the rest after reading mine below.  Enjoy!!!

Bell Tower of Guadalest, Costa Blanca, Spain. CC photo by Anguskirk.

Burning for the Bell

By Scott L Vannatter – 160 Words

Johannes made the trip up the long, wooded ladders the top of the Bell Tower overlooking the “Forest of Wonder.” He pulled his small, unpadded stool near the window having the broadest view of the green landscape below and took out his knife. He began peeling the potatoes, apple, and pear that, along with a small crust of bread, would be his afternoon meal. This was his second year as Keeper of the Watch. His job was simple: he was to look out for raiders and other enemies who might seek to overthrow nearby Kochordan by moving stealthily through the forest. This had never happened; the job had been easy.

Johannes began eating his apple. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement. He looked up and saw the cause: smoke was rising up from the center of the forest. He lost no time sounding the large alarm bell to warn of this attack from a different enemy.

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Namaste,

Scott

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