Prompt: As soon as she walked in, she felt the tension.

As soon as she walked in, she felt the tension. She felt a huge lump in her throat as she stared at her husband. He looked so handsome sitting there by the window in the afternoon sun. His wavy brown hair fell over his eyes and her hand itched to ruffle through it. He was always forgetting to get it cut. Long, thick eyelashes that would make most women envious fringed his deep blue eyes.

He held her gaze for a moment and then looked down at his shoes.   His shoulders slumped in utter defeat. “Who is she?” she asked.

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Alison Woods: alisonmillerwoods.wordpress.com
Jenna Eatough:  http://www.mistglenmoon.net
Jaclyn Weist: jaclynweist.blogspot.com
Jennifer Lee: myfam-i-lee.blogspot.com
K.R. Wilburn: krwilburnbooks.com/blog
Kaye P. Clark: kayepclarkwriter.blogspot.com
Laura D. Bastian: www.lauradbastian.com
Miranda D. Nelson: www.mirandadnelson.blogspot.com

Prompt: He took a deep breath and prepared himself for a riot when he read the will.

He looked over the crowd that had gathered to pay their respects.  The ex-wives were weeping openly however; they were careful not to damage their mascara!  The children of the deceased and their spouses were alternating between quiet arguments, disdain, and outright contempt for each other. Distant family members and acquaintances all crawled out of the woodwork hoping to make some fast money.  No one actually mourned the death.

As the executioner, he knew that only one person in the entire room would inherit.  He took a deep breath and prepared himself for a riot when he read the will.

Prompt: He stared at the table trying to recall his attacker

The attack came out of nowhere. He had been trying to be quiet so he wouldn’t wake the family up. Tiptoeing through the dark house. The next thing he knew, he was on the floor. He must have hit his head on the way down. Gingerly, he made it up to a chair.

He stared at the table trying to recall his attacker when he felt a brush against his shin. It was his cat, Fred, purring and rubbing against him. It all came rushing back- the rush of fur attacking him from behind, the claws, and then the floor.

Prompt: She knelt in her new living-room, unwrapping ornaments from the cardboard box

She knelt in her new living-room, unwrapping ornaments from the cardboard box. It had always been an emotional time as each ornament held special memories. She unwrapped the glass bells they bought on their honeymoon. Then found a group that the kids had made throughout the years. She smiled as she saw their little faces and thumbprints and remembered when they were so young.

This year was a little harder and she broke down when she found the angel. It was a simple ornament, nothing fancy or expensive. It was also the last ornament her Mom gave her before she died.

Prompt: More and more people were refusing to obey the laws

He sat in the center of the road with his heart pounding in his chest. All he needed was some bread. He had driven the few miles to the store in a semi-daze, on autopilot. Sitting at the light, he couldn’t wait to make his sandwich and watch the game. As the light turned green, he hesitated for just a second. If he hadn’t that pickup truck would have hit him right in the driver side door instead of hitting the front of his car. More and more people were refusing to obey the laws. He was lucky to be alive!

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Prompt: He realized the child had seen him

He realized the child had seen him.   Quickly ducking behind a tree, he looked around to see what his options were. He could shimmy up the tree, but the branches were low and strong enough for the child to follow. Viewing the open space around him, he knew he would never make it. The music in the wind had been so intoxicating that he had danced far away from his special stone. He dared a quick peek around the trunk of the tree and came nose to nose with the small child. “Who are you?” The child asked in wonder!

Prompt: She stood out from the crowd because

He let out a deep sigh as yet another cashier closed down despite the long lines. A deep laugh had him looking to his left.   She stood out from the crowd with her bright smile and shining hair. As she walked away, he left his cart and started after her. He turned the corner, but she was gone. Up and down the aisles he searched until he finally spotted her at the other end of the store. Racing across like a man possessed, he finally was face to face.     “My name’s John” he said. She looked at him and smiled.

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Alison Woods: alisonmillerwoods.wordpress.com
Jenna Eatough:  http://www.mistglenmoon.net
Jaclyn Weist: jaclynweist.blogspot.com
Jennifer Lee: myfam-i-lee.blogspot.com
K.R. Wilburn: krwilburnbooks.com/blog
Kaye P. Clark: kayepclarkwriter.blogspot.com
Laura D. Bastian: www.lauradbastian.com
Miranda D. Nelson: www.mirandadnelson.blogspot.com

Prompt: They found his diary under his bed….

The rain and gray skies mirrored the feelings of those gathered. His Mom had finally cried herself to sleep. His Dad was sitting with his family reminiscing about his childhood. His teammates were off to the side quietly talking about past games, teenage pranks, and other fond memories. No one addressed the elephant in the room. Why?

The school had provided counselors for his friends and fellow classmates.   It was hard to come to terms with something they couldn’t understand. He had everything going for him and a great future planned. The next day they found his diary under his bed.

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Jaclyn Weist: jaclynweist.blogspot.com
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Jenifer Lee: myfam-i-lee.blogspot.com
Kaye P. Clark: kayepclarkwriter.blogspot.com
Laura D. Bastian: www.lauradbastian.com
Miranda D. Nelson: www.mirandadnelson.blogspot.com