Random Prompts from FB/Friends

I’ve been feeling really scattered/stressed lately and so I decided to ask my facebook friends for some prompts. I took the first 5 to be posted on said status and here they were: “Mega man”, “Perniciousness”, “Dogs”, “Adventure”, and “Anvil”.

Hope you enjoy the random and unedited story I came up with to go along with these prompts! Any critiques or thoughts, please feel free to share them! xxx

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“Would you hurry up and just pick one already?”

Ralph didn’t even need to turn around to hear the eye roll attached to his older sister’s complaint. He continued to suffer from indecision over which adorable puppy to choose from the bumbling heap of dogs before him in the fenced off area. Each furry canine was practically hurling itself at Ralph, trying to leap over the fence and into his arms. Besides being too cute to handle, it also made Ralph’s choice all the more difficult. 

It had only been a couple hours ago that his parents had finally agreed to allow the young boy to get his own dog. Of course, he had to agree to take care of the thing, but the boy had been so excited at their sudden acquiescence that he had practically pushed his driver—AKA, his older sister—out the door and to the nearest pet store.

And here he stood, hours into one of the most difficult decisions of Ralph’s twelve year old life span.

“They sure are cute, aren’t they?”

The soft, feminine voice to Ralph’s side caught him off guard as he turned towards who he guessed was the shop owner or worker, “Uhh, yea.”

She smiled, her eyes crinkling at the sides, “Well, what wou—“

The lady was cut off when suddenly a dog had finally managed to do the impossible: jump and clear the top of the fence.

Ralph suddenly felt his legs fly into action as he took off after the escapee, his sister’s squeals dying in the background. He cried after the excited puppy but the golden canine was already out the door before he or the shopkeeper could do anything.

He continued to chase the dog down the sidewalk and worried it would at some point, veer off onto the busy street, “Pernicious,” he mumbled to himself, suddenly remembering the new vocabulary term his teacher had drilled into their heads earlier that school day.

The young boy had to give this dog some credit; it was really giving him a run for his money as he watched it barrel through some outdoor café tables and down a side street. Ralph was out of breath by the time he made any headway in catching up to the four legged creature.

Ralph heard his sister’s shrieks behind him, quite a bit off, as he continued to follow this dog. He knew without a doubt that this would be his new dog, his new companion. If only he could just get his bloody hands on him and stop this crazy adventure.

As the dog veered in between a man’s legs, Ralph saw his opening. Giving it his all, the young boy pushed off the ground and leapt as far as it would take him. The dog couldn’t get away this time!

Unfortunately, Ralph only felt the force of concrete and sidewalk below him instead of the feel of golden soft dog fur. He moaned in pain and disappointment and looked up in time to witness the dog hadn’t even glanced back at him and was crossing the next street already.

Ralph growled and started getting up when he was suddenly forced back down to the ground as something came crashing down on him, “Oooof,” he groaned as his face was squished into the ground once more.

He glanced up to see that it was, in fact, his annoying older sister, come to ruin his fun again, “Got you, you stupid punk!”

“Get off me! He’s getting away! Why are you so heavy?! You’re like an anvil!”

His sister’s absolute disgust at being related to a heavy iron block gave Ralph the amount of leverage he needed to slither his way out from under his sister and begin his mad chase for his dog.

This had to stop.

Ralph could run as long as any other boy his age, longer even; but this dog did not look like he was going to stop any time soon. But what could stop him?

That was when Ralph thought of something. Dogs usually came when called, right? This dog just needed to be called and he would come back to him, right? It had to work.

Only problem was, what on earth would this dog listen to?

“Airbud? Jack?” Ralph decided to just start calling all the names he could think to call a dog, “Oh, Spot? Spooot?!”

Ralph screamed name after name. Once or twice, the dog would glance back as if he were almost correct but no success. Nothing seemed to stop this dog.

“Wilson? Xylohone? ….Mega man?”

Suddenly, the dog came to a full stop and turned around. Ralph almost crashed into the dog, having had to come to such a quick stop as well before he crashed into the dog. Said dog continued to sit where he was, wagging his tail in complete ignorant bliss as to the mad chase he had instigated.

“Mega man?” Ralph repeated, double checking that that was in fact the name that had stopped the dog.

The golden lab stood up and wagged his tail aggressively, tongue flopping out in excitement.

Ralph only smiled, exhaustion forgotten as he kneeled down and hugged his new dog around his neck, “Mega man it is then.”

The newly named, Mega man, licked the boy’s face in happy response.

10 Things I Want My Daughter to Know About Working Out

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Mid-way through a recent group exercise class, the teacher lost me.  She didn’t lose me because of some complicated step sequence or insanely long set of burpees; I mentally checked out because of a few words she kept saying over and over.  “Come on!  Get that body ready for your winter beach vacation!  Think about how you want to look at those holiday parties!  PICTURE HOW YOU’LL LOOK IN THAT DRESS!

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Characters that Haunt You

Lead us from the Unreal to the Real

Who’s been following you around?

Pick one of the characters that inhabit your brain. Today is that character’s birthday! They’re going to emerge from your head to appear in a new scene on your page or screen.

100 years after the the battle, after a small hairy footed creature saved our world, the fate of men continues to be indeterminable. The King is long dead and the pointy-eared, immortal folk have moved on. The short gruff creatures have gone back to their home land.

And as for me? I have no homeland. I am constantly on the move and by doing so, I hear the stories. Stories of the greatness that these inhabitants have done for this land. How they managed, against all odds, to bring it back from the darkness that threatened to consume us. For that, they will forever be immortal. Me, on the other hand, will forever…

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‘Because’ Has Become a Preposition, Because Grammar

Sentence first

If the title of this post made perfect sense to you, then you’re way ahead of me. But just in case, we’d best recap. Neal Whitman wrote a good article at Grammar Girl recently on the possible origins of because as a standalone preposition. This helpful passage from Whitman sets out the context:

In Standard English, the word “because” can be used two ways. One of them is to introduce a clause, as in “Aardvark was late because he was waiting for the repairman to show up.” Used this way, “because” is a subordinating conjunction. The other is to team up with “of” to form what’s called a compound preposition. For example, “Aardvark was late because of heavy traffic.” In the past three or four years, though, a new usage for “because” has been developing.

The new usage – older than 3–4 years, mind – is what Laura Bailey and

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Nanowrimo

Doing it this year. Finally. It`s been years in the making and me wanting to do it but it took a friend of mine saying she was doing it to finally get me to take the plunge.
Wish me luck!!

Mizzelle's Meanderings

October is when the weather starts to change and the mind starts to think about writing. Truth be told, I should be thinking about writing every month, but October is when it becomes almost a fever or compulsion. Suddenly I must have an embarrassing array of office supplies (because you can never have too many pens or legal pads), when I start thinking “What do I feel like writing this year?”

To the uninitiated, November is National Novel Writing Month when people all over the world try to write 50,000 words in thirty days. The theory is that everyone has a novel inside them waiting to be written, but they always claim they’re too busy or there’s not enough time. Nanowrimo hands you a set deadline and forces to decide if you’ll find the time to write.

This will mark my ninth year of participating in Nanowrimo. Every year I’ve…

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Result of my boredom at work.

You wake up. Your eyes scan the room. Probably the sunlight again, you think, as you rub your eyes from the crusties that filled your eyes since last night. 

How long have you been out this time, you ask yourself as you sit up. What time is it? Your arms reach up above you, feeling almost euphoric as stiff muscles stretch out. You finally glance around the room, finding it just the way you last left it. You were right, it was the late morning streams of sunlight entering the room that had woken you. You forgot to close those curtains again.

Finally deciding it is high time to hop out of bed, you slide yourself out, dangling your feet over the edge of the mattress. This is when you finally notice the rose petals lightly dusted on the ground below your now dangling feet. They do not stop there. Your eyes begin following the delicate path they make towards the door of your bedroom. This is odd, you think, who would have done this? You do not remember someone staying the night. 

Stepping down onto the cool wood floor, you decide to investigate and begin following the flowery path out into the hallway. Of course, just as you had suspected, the path continues on a ways. Down the hallway, through the kitchen and living room. You begin to feel antsy and wonder when this trail of red and pink could possibly end. 

Suddenly you find yourself at the doorway, the petals still continuing outside. This feels like a cross road of sorts. Do you press on and uncover the mystery? Or do you return to the kitchen to start up a pot of coffee and grab some breakfast instead? 

You reach for the cool door handle and turn it, pulling it towards you and opening the door. Your eyes scan the backyard, following the rose-petaled path. It only now becomes apparent to you that this is not your house. How could it have taken his long to realize this? You glance behind you and scan the place once more. Yes, this is not where you live.

Where are you?

Maybe you are still sleeping after all.

Rose petals are romantic, aren`t they? You wonder what`s on the other end of them. You wonder who placed them all there in the first place. You have no idea you realize as you take that first step outside. You have no idea and yet you press on. You have no idea and yet the steady beating of your heart rises in anxiety at finding out whoever did this. 

You start walking. Continuing to follow the path that the petals have carved out. You`ve been following it for hours now. Where does it lead? Isn`t this romantic?

You`re hungry and scared. 

What shall we say then? (Romans 6:1-14 reflection)

1 What shall we say, then? Shall we go on sinning so that grace may increase? 2 By no means! We are those who have died to sin; how can we live in it any longer? 3 Or don’t you know that all of us who were baptized into Christ Jesus were baptized into his death? 4 We were therefore buried with him through baptism into death in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of the Father, we too may live a new life.

5 For if we have been united with him in a death like his, we will certainly also be united with him in a resurrection like his. 6 For we know that our old self was crucified with him so that the body ruled by sin might be done away with,[a] that we should no longer be slaves to sin— 7 because anyone who has died has been set free from sin.

8 Now if we died with Christ, we believe that we will also live with him. 9 For we know that since Christ was raised from the dead, he cannot die again; death no longer has mastery over him. 10 The death he died, he died to sin once for all; but the life he lives, he lives to God.

11 In the same way, count yourselves dead to sin but alive to God in Christ Jesus. 12 Therefore do not let sin reign in your mortal body so that you obey its evil desires. 13 Do not offer any part of yourself to sin as an instrument of wickedness, but rather offer yourselves to God as those who have been brought from death to life; and offer every part of yourself to him as an instrument of righteousness. 14 For sin shall no longer be your master, because you are not under the law, but under grace.

What does it look like to live out as New Creation? I have been so convicted lately in my own life. I can get so swept up in the ‘business’ of life that I forget that my life is meant to reflect what Christ did for me.

I was talking with my roommate about this chunk of the Bible found in Romans. She challenged me with the notion that, if we truly believed what it said, would we live differently? If we were to truly believe that Christ died for our Sins and that we no longer were defined by them, would we live differently?

That was when I realized this is and will be something of a work in progress in my life. I am a work in progress and this will be something that I was continually be forced to revisit.