THE WRITE DIRECTION PROMPT:
Choose your favorite boxed, bagged, or canned food and using all the ingredients write something.
You do have to use all the ingredients.
You do have to use words in body of writing even if used in title.
You do not have to write about the food you have chosen.
You do not have to use them in any kind of order.
(Potato Chips)
Potatoes Vegetable
Oil Sunflower
Corn And
Or Salt
No Preservatives
GRANDMA’S SPEECH
“My son has asked me to stand in for him tonight,” the lady had to have been in her late eighties, her more salt than pepper hair trying to hang onto an oversized sunflower barrette. She started reading from a piece of paper clutched tightly in her hand, “he has been unavoidably restrained”.
A young woman came up beside her and whispered, “Grandma that note was meant for me.”
“Oh, no it wasn’t young lady; he wanted me to read his speech so you just stand there and behave.” Moving a step away from her granddaughter she started over. “He has been unavoidably restrained” she stated.
“That’s detained, grandma.”
“What?”
“Detained grandma, he was unavoidably detained.”
“That’s what I said, now where was I? I would like to thank all the represervatives of our company for coming tonight.” She stopped talking as the audience burst out in laughter.
“Representatives, grandma,” the young woman whispered, her face glowing with embarrassment.
Turning, one hand on her hip the other pointing at the young woman, she said, “quit interrupting me, you’re spoiling my speech.” Returning her attention once again to the audience she continued.
“I hope you all enjoyed your dinner, but how could anyone have enjoyed those lumpy potatoes is beyond me.”
“GRanDma!”
“Well, they were lumpy and the corn was cold,” she continued, “the vegetable salad was wilted too. Now for the awards I will turn things over to my granddaughter, Lisa”.
“Thank you, grandma,” Lisa started.
“That’s Grandmother to you, young lady,” she said in a huff as she left the stage.
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04 August 2011
07 July 2011
The Big Day
Writing prompt: picture of Bride and flowergirl looking out of doorway.
THE BIG DAY
Sun shone through the open window letting her know it was finally time to get up. She had not rested well; the excitement in her built, making sleep almost impossible. Every time she woke she would look over to make sure her dress was still there. It was a beautiful dress, white with hand embroidered roses along the collar, and it was hers. She would wear it proudly today as she walked down the isle, holding her head high; the flowers in her hands reminding her of a rainbow nestled in soft clouds.
She heard footsteps, and the creaking of the door as the knob was turned and it was carefully pushed inward.
“Time to get up, sweetheart”, her mother said as she peeked inside, “we have a lot to do today.”
“I’m so excited,” she said as she jumped from the bed and ran over to hug her.
“I am too, but we need to get a move on if we want to get everything done before the photographer gets here.”
She saw the look on her mothers face and wanted to tell her not to worry. This day had been planned out so well nothing should go wrong. The noise level in the house grew as workers rushed around to make sure everything was set up for the ceremony. She would be leaving soon for the salon to be pampered for the day, along with her mother and sister. Her father would stay home to make sure everyone worked hard to make her day perfect.
By the time they returned home the house was quiet as the workers had moved into the garden to finish. The photographer had arrived and was set up in the den waiting for the bridal party.
While the women dressed, the groom, his family, and groomsmen posed for pictures. When they were done they retired to the garden patio so the bride would not be seen on her walk to the den.
She felt beautiful as she joined the wedding party to have her photo taken. It was a nice chaos as everyone was positioned over and over again. The pictures of the whole party together would be taken after the ceremony while the guests gathered to eat.
……….
Picking up her flowers she stepped onto the runner leading up the aisle to where the groom was waiting. She took one step then another forgetting about being nervous. It was her time, all eyes were on her. Holding her head high she took a handful of the colorful rose petals that filled her basket, spreading her fingers wide let them fall to the carpet. When she reached the front she turned and watched as her sister made her way to join them.
Before long the service was over, the pictures had all been taken, the food eaten, and it was finally time to say goodbye. Joining hands with Becky and Joe she walked them to their car. After being assured they would be home soon she kissed them goodbye then turned to find her mother.
It had been a long day and she was tired. She was proud of her big sister, even if she didn’t understand anything about marriage, and she knew she was happy. The house was quiet as all the guests finally left. Curled up on the couch, beside her mother, she fell asleep.
THE BIG DAY
Sun shone through the open window letting her know it was finally time to get up. She had not rested well; the excitement in her built, making sleep almost impossible. Every time she woke she would look over to make sure her dress was still there. It was a beautiful dress, white with hand embroidered roses along the collar, and it was hers. She would wear it proudly today as she walked down the isle, holding her head high; the flowers in her hands reminding her of a rainbow nestled in soft clouds.
She heard footsteps, and the creaking of the door as the knob was turned and it was carefully pushed inward.
“Time to get up, sweetheart”, her mother said as she peeked inside, “we have a lot to do today.”
“I’m so excited,” she said as she jumped from the bed and ran over to hug her.
“I am too, but we need to get a move on if we want to get everything done before the photographer gets here.”
She saw the look on her mothers face and wanted to tell her not to worry. This day had been planned out so well nothing should go wrong. The noise level in the house grew as workers rushed around to make sure everything was set up for the ceremony. She would be leaving soon for the salon to be pampered for the day, along with her mother and sister. Her father would stay home to make sure everyone worked hard to make her day perfect.
By the time they returned home the house was quiet as the workers had moved into the garden to finish. The photographer had arrived and was set up in the den waiting for the bridal party.
While the women dressed, the groom, his family, and groomsmen posed for pictures. When they were done they retired to the garden patio so the bride would not be seen on her walk to the den.
She felt beautiful as she joined the wedding party to have her photo taken. It was a nice chaos as everyone was positioned over and over again. The pictures of the whole party together would be taken after the ceremony while the guests gathered to eat.
……….
Picking up her flowers she stepped onto the runner leading up the aisle to where the groom was waiting. She took one step then another forgetting about being nervous. It was her time, all eyes were on her. Holding her head high she took a handful of the colorful rose petals that filled her basket, spreading her fingers wide let them fall to the carpet. When she reached the front she turned and watched as her sister made her way to join them.
Before long the service was over, the pictures had all been taken, the food eaten, and it was finally time to say goodbye. Joining hands with Becky and Joe she walked them to their car. After being assured they would be home soon she kissed them goodbye then turned to find her mother.
It had been a long day and she was tired. She was proud of her big sister, even if she didn’t understand anything about marriage, and she knew she was happy. The house was quiet as all the guests finally left. Curled up on the couch, beside her mother, she fell asleep.
13 May 2011
TOMORROW
Night is dark, unending,
Erie and quiet.
Crowding, pushing you forward,
Toward the unknown.
Rain, cold and wet.
Pelting from heaven,
An unstoppable beat,
Soaking you to the bone.
Fear, deep and disturbing,
Settles over you, around you.
The unknown, closed within the night,
Freezing you in place.
Hope begins to fill you,
Attacking the darkness.
No matter what your day,
Tomorrow will bring the light.
Pat Sinclair
12 May 2011
05 August 2010
Nothing
Before me are steps that lead the way
Climbing to nowhere,
Through mist of thought…
Toward nothing.
Before me is a doorway
Framing the unknown.
Suggestions of hope for more…
Still nothing.
Before me are stones
Placed to create a wall of silence,
Embracing my creativity…
Then nothing.
Before me are plants
Giving color to my reality.
Bringing dreams alive before fading…
Into nothing.
Before me is the way
To the unknown,
Before me is everything…
Yet nothing.
pat sinclair 2010
Climbing to nowhere,
Through mist of thought…
Toward nothing.
Before me is a doorway
Framing the unknown.
Suggestions of hope for more…
Still nothing.
Before me are stones
Placed to create a wall of silence,
Embracing my creativity…
Then nothing.
Before me are plants
Giving color to my reality.
Bringing dreams alive before fading…
Into nothing.
Before me is the way
To the unknown,
Before me is everything…
Yet nothing.
pat sinclair 2010
27 July 2010
Untitled
Start your writing with: "Her hand touched the small box in her pocket and she smiled."
Her hand touched the small box in her pocket and she smiled. Her heart beating wildly, the excitement she felt threatening to overwhelm her. She had only walked the two blocks to her apartment building but it felt as if she had run a marathon. She stumbled as she mistook the distance of the first step, her foot slid off as she began her accent; reaching out she grabbed the railing to keep from falling.
A single word was making her rethink where her life was taking her. Nothing would be the same now that it had been spoken. Touching the box again she whispered that word softly; yes.
Her smile widened, the wish she’d made on her eighth birthday was coming true. She was going to be a mother.
Her hand touched the small box in her pocket and she smiled. Her heart beating wildly, the excitement she felt threatening to overwhelm her. She had only walked the two blocks to her apartment building but it felt as if she had run a marathon. She stumbled as she mistook the distance of the first step, her foot slid off as she began her accent; reaching out she grabbed the railing to keep from falling.
A single word was making her rethink where her life was taking her. Nothing would be the same now that it had been spoken. Touching the box again she whispered that word softly; yes.
Her smile widened, the wish she’d made on her eighth birthday was coming true. She was going to be a mother.
09 July 2010
Vacation
Vacations can take you anywhere you want to go; from a period of time at home alone to the middle of a crowd somewhere far away. You may choose to climb Mt. Everest or dive off the Great Barrier Reef. How do you choose to spend the time allowed you each year by your employer? What goes into your decision on what to do and where to go?
I always choose to go home for my vacation to spend my time with family and friends. I don’t have to pay for a room and have multiple places to choose from. The food is always great and I don’t have to cook unless I wish to. I will take my hosts to a fine restaurant to thank them for their hospitality; or to a local place for takeout and enjoy the tastes of ‘home’. I could make the trip every couple of years or so; why do I choose to do it every year?
Visiting family and friends is not the only reason I feel the call of home. When I moved here I left my loved ones who had gone on before; I return to ‘visit’ them and place flowers upon their graves. It is the pull, to make sure their final resting place is not forgotten, that has me driving over four hundred miles one way every year.
Researching my genealogy and learning where I come from is vital on knowing where I am headed. Knowing my ancestors were ‘good people’ means a lot. It helps me know that my descendants have the ability to stand tall and move forward into their lives with this history behind them.
As long as this ‘pull’ remains strong I will make the journey once a year. Other vacation days will probably be spent at home, resting quietly. Who knows one day I might just fool myself and take a trip to the mountains or the ocean. The road ahead is open and holds so many possibilities.
Have a great vacation and remember me as you travel.
I always choose to go home for my vacation to spend my time with family and friends. I don’t have to pay for a room and have multiple places to choose from. The food is always great and I don’t have to cook unless I wish to. I will take my hosts to a fine restaurant to thank them for their hospitality; or to a local place for takeout and enjoy the tastes of ‘home’. I could make the trip every couple of years or so; why do I choose to do it every year?
Visiting family and friends is not the only reason I feel the call of home. When I moved here I left my loved ones who had gone on before; I return to ‘visit’ them and place flowers upon their graves. It is the pull, to make sure their final resting place is not forgotten, that has me driving over four hundred miles one way every year.
Researching my genealogy and learning where I come from is vital on knowing where I am headed. Knowing my ancestors were ‘good people’ means a lot. It helps me know that my descendants have the ability to stand tall and move forward into their lives with this history behind them.
As long as this ‘pull’ remains strong I will make the journey once a year. Other vacation days will probably be spent at home, resting quietly. Who knows one day I might just fool myself and take a trip to the mountains or the ocean. The road ahead is open and holds so many possibilities.
Have a great vacation and remember me as you travel.
02 July 2010
Life's Journey
The road has come to an end yet I have not finished my journey. I have come to a conflicting decision in my life; do I stop and wait for someone to show me the way or continue to travel on making my own road? I know the way is not paved and there will be stumbling blocks. I have been at this point before, when I left adolescence to travel the road of parenthood. The unknown had been frightening but I made it. The journey was full of all the emotions one will ever experience in a lifetime yet I feel there is more.
I stop, taking a short rest before moving on into the unknown. I know that stopping for longer is not the answer for me. There is so much I have not seen, so much I have not done. My life’s journey is not over just because I have finished one race, met one goal. Now is the time to set new goals and head forward; being aware of the road blocks but not letting them stop me.
08 June 2010
this prompt was a picture of two little blond girls playing in the yard with a water hose.
“What are you doing?” Sally asked as she snuck up behind her sister.
Susie jumped and almost fell off her stool.
“Nothing,” she said.
“Yes you are, you’re playing without me. Does mommy know you have her good wash tub?”
“Yes,” Sallie lowered her head like she always did when she wasn’t telling the truth.
“Oh are you going to get into trouble when she finds out.”
‘Little sisters’, thought Susie as she tried to come up with something to keep her from getting caught. Sally was only fifteen minutes younger but she acted a lot younger. If she didn’t shut up soon mommy would come out to see what was going on.
Just then Sally picked up the water hose and sprayed her sister, knocking her off the stool. They knew they were going to get caught now; they were rolling around on the wet grass laughing at the top of their lungs.
“What are you doing?” Sally asked as she snuck up behind her sister.
Susie jumped and almost fell off her stool.
“Nothing,” she said.
“Yes you are, you’re playing without me. Does mommy know you have her good wash tub?”
“Yes,” Sallie lowered her head like she always did when she wasn’t telling the truth.
“Oh are you going to get into trouble when she finds out.”
‘Little sisters’, thought Susie as she tried to come up with something to keep her from getting caught. Sally was only fifteen minutes younger but she acted a lot younger. If she didn’t shut up soon mommy would come out to see what was going on.
Just then Sally picked up the water hose and sprayed her sister, knocking her off the stool. They knew they were going to get caught now; they were rolling around on the wet grass laughing at the top of their lungs.
laughter
One trip in particular stands out in my mind because it was the day we went flying. Don’t get me wrong it was still a car trip; it just ended up being a very special car trip. We were headed to the lake, out on route 7, to go swimming. Route 7 was a road made up of dips, hills, twists, and turns; it was like riding a roller coaster without seatbelts. Coming out of a dip and topping a hill while increasing speed at the top would make your stomach feel funny. This was something we liked so dad would do it for us when he knew it was clear ahead. Well on this day he took one of the hills in the road a little too fast; all four tires came off the road and we left our seats hitting our heads on the roof. When we landed the air was pushed out of our lungs and we just stared at each other. It was scary at first then Tommy started laughing and couldn’t stop. Soon we were all laughing, including dad who had to slow the car down to keep it on the road.
Hearing my dad laugh that day was awesome!
07 June 2010
I am nothing.
I am nothing. I have no name or purpose; I exist only because I am alone. When something invades me I become something also. Take the other day for instance; I was here all alone being nothing when a noise invaded me. The noise was followed by light which cut into me making me darkness. Darkness can not exist in the same space as light so as it grew stronger I became weaker until I had to move away or cease to be. The light became a door and then a floor and when that happened I became a darkened room that was being invaded. Soon I would cease to be until the door closed taking the light with it. Without the invasion of light I would still have no name or purpose. Now though I understand that with out me, darkness, light would have no purpose either.
04 June 2010
Picture Writing Prompt - 1 June 2010
"Yes Miss Mary he sure is," Millie sat and watched the love in Mary's face as she held the worn photo.
"This here picture was taken the day he graduated from college. Not very many Negros went to college back then. It so happened we lived in a town that was famous for its Negro College and Jasper here was one of the very first graduates," her words weakening as she rested.
Mary fell asleep before telling the rest of the story but Millie had heard if before. It had been a struggle for Jasper and Mary, who had started their family while he was still in school. He sat proudly the day the picture was taken, not because he was special or educated, although that was great. No he sat proud because on that day his beloved Mary had blessed him with a son.
The word Negro is not used in a bad way, I use it because at the time of the picture this word was appropiate.
31 May 2010
The color PURPLE
what do you feel when you see this color?
Calm is what I feel when I see the color purple. I love purple in the deep dark shade that would look black if not for a small amount of light shinng on it. The color I see as I listen to hear if one of my children cry out in sleep. It's this calming color I see as I close my eyes at night, right before I surrender to the blackness of sleep.
Calm is what I feel when I see the color purple. I love purple in the deep dark shade that would look black if not for a small amount of light shinng on it. The color I see as I listen to hear if one of my children cry out in sleep. It's this calming color I see as I close my eyes at night, right before I surrender to the blackness of sleep.
29 May 2010
use these words in a story, sentence, or poem.
Dismay, confusion, sad, enlightened, maniacal, truth.
His maniacal laugh made him stand out in the crowd,
Laughter coupled with a sad look upon his face,
if the truth were told many assumed he had gone mad.
Dismay and confusion held them rooted in time,
Moments later they would be enlightened,
Would they run and hide or join his madness?
pat sinclair 2010
His maniacal laugh made him stand out in the crowd,
Laughter coupled with a sad look upon his face,
if the truth were told many assumed he had gone mad.
Dismay and confusion held them rooted in time,
Moments later they would be enlightened,
Would they run and hide or join his madness?
pat sinclair 2010
Dear Larry
Dear Larry,
The day has been long and the miles covered many but you survived. Rest now, do not worry, my love will protect you. Your tomorrows number many, but I will be here to guide you on your way. Those whom you met today are more of your family and the secondary love you will need to grow into the strong young man I know you will become.
My heart filled with pride as I took you to visit your Grandmother. I knew she was looking down from heaven as I placed the flowers upon her grave. Holding you close to my heart as I introduced you, her grandson, was one of the hardest things I have ever done. My tears did not wake you as I cried for the love I knew she had for you. Although you never met I know the bond will be strong as I tell you the stories of who she was and why she had to leave so early.
Well you are a week old and I wonder what this life has to offer you. I look forward to being by your side as you discover all the new and interesting things it will send your way. I lay here beside you, feeling your heart beat beneath my hand, and know that the love I feel will grow stronger with each passing day.
For now and Always,
Love Mom
Pat Sinclair 2010
The day has been long and the miles covered many but you survived. Rest now, do not worry, my love will protect you. Your tomorrows number many, but I will be here to guide you on your way. Those whom you met today are more of your family and the secondary love you will need to grow into the strong young man I know you will become.
My heart filled with pride as I took you to visit your Grandmother. I knew she was looking down from heaven as I placed the flowers upon her grave. Holding you close to my heart as I introduced you, her grandson, was one of the hardest things I have ever done. My tears did not wake you as I cried for the love I knew she had for you. Although you never met I know the bond will be strong as I tell you the stories of who she was and why she had to leave so early.
Well you are a week old and I wonder what this life has to offer you. I look forward to being by your side as you discover all the new and interesting things it will send your way. I lay here beside you, feeling your heart beat beneath my hand, and know that the love I feel will grow stronger with each passing day.
For now and Always,
Love Mom
Pat Sinclair 2010
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