Fright Night is almost here!

Soon all of America will know that David Tennant is a sex god and a decent actor. Here's a little taste.
http://fright.nu/0001l35 There are leather pants involved so click, click some more and get your friends to click. You are doing womankind a favor! Feel free to enjoy over and over.

Fashion Advice

Today's prompt "You're not really gonna wear that, are you?"  207 words

Steve examined himself in the hotel room mirror. One last coat of hairspray should do it. The pungent mist swirled around his spiky orange hair, nearly a foot high. He was already sweating in his spandex. Steve couldn't imagine what it was going to be like on the Comic Con floor, squeezed within an inch of his life, getting accidentally punched by some teenage girl trying to get some Twilight swag. He picked up his enormous foam-rubber weapon. He was ready, just had to get his brother. “Tom, let's go!” Tom exited the suite's bedroom sporting khaki shorts and a striped polo shirt. “Dude, you're not really gonna wear that, are you?!” Tom exclaimed upon the sight of his brother's ensemble. Steve said, “I could say the same thing about you-dude. In that costume we'll be the laughing stock of the con.” Steve yanked the closet door open in frustration and pulled a T-Shirt out of his bag. “Here!” Steve shoved the shirt into Tom's hands. Tom held the shirt away from himself to examine it. He pulled off his polo and slipped on the tee. As the brothers were heading out the door Tom asked, “So what is a TARDIS, anyway?”

Survival of the Furriest

Prompts-mountain, honey and water. Word count 129

Two black bears ambled down the mountain trail in search of water and perhaps some honey. They hoped that the traffic of Cades Cove had cleared enough for them to drink undisturbed. The last time they came to close to the tourists they were chased all over by the wildlife “paparazzi.” The bears had almost reached the creek when they heard the roar of engines about to round the curve. The two furry companions gently leaned on a rotting tree trunk until it blocked the road. Frustrated, the two legged visitors awaited the park rangers to unblock their path, honking and slamming their hands on their steering wheels. All the while the fauna the tourists had so eagerly awaited slurped contentedly in peace.  

Writing Therapy

I've been frantically looking for something to cheer me up today so I decided to do a flash fiction blog post. Today's prompts are courtesy of my superwoman track director Caro-  deplorable, string cheese, exuberant. Just a reminder that each story must contain the prompt(s), have at least one character, a setting, conflict and resolution in 300 words or under.  198 words.

Living with a roommate sucks, especially if they have different ideas of what constitutes “clean”. Alex had seen his and his roomie Everett's dorm go from sloppy, to slovenly to downright deplorable. Seriously, if Alex had walked in to find open sewage oozing across the long-buried carpet. Everett always said ''Everyday comes with it's own surprises, “ but in dorm 312 it was more like everyday comes with it's own smells. Today's, for example was a a half-eaten string cheese in Everett's, well if it actually contained any socks would be his sock drawer. Alex couldn't live like this anymore. He was well aware that hygiene was often not on the top of college students' to-do lists but something had to be done. Surely there was a school rule, or a hazmat policy or something. Alex made an appointment to speak to the dean of housing, photos and smelly string cheese in hand. Ten minutes later an exuberant Alex danced down the hall out of the student center. The next day 312 smelled of cleaning products and one happy guy.

Wizard or Pirate?

Prompt-Stop acting like an idiot. Word count-211

“I can't believe you talked me into this.” Paul whispered to his friend a little too loudly. “Shhhh” could be heard around the theater as several heads turned their way. “Stop acting like an idiot, “Sam replied. “Do you know how much a copy of the last Harry Potter movie will be worth, day of release. Now quit drawing attention to us.” “Still feels a little wrong to me. I hate spoilers.” Paul's comment was once again by met by a sea of “Shhhs.” “The only thing you're gonna spoil is that red head you've had your eye on.” Paul was grateful the darkness of the theater hid his blushing cheeks. “I suppose you've got a point there. Would be nice to slip something shiny around her neck while watching our own private viewing of Deathly Hallows.” Suddenly Paul was overcome with that feeling he was being watched. He slowly turned his head only to be met by the beam of light from the usher's flashlight. Busted. Only two options now. Paul quickly leaped over his friend Sam, camera and all and slammed into the usher, knocking his flashlight on the ground. “Expelliarmus!” Paul shouted as he dashed out the door.  

Flash Fiction

I really need to keep up with my blog more. The one piece of advice I hear over and over from writers who have "made it" is to write. A lot and a blog is a good way to get in the habit of putting something down, whether you feel you have something to say or not. One of the writing sites I frequent has a daily flash fiction challenge where there is a daily prompt of three random words and the requirements of setting, conflict, resolution and at least one character in 300 words or less.

Tonight's words are drink, twist and storm. Word count 128.

Annie swirled the remnants of her fifth vodka martini-twist, no olive. She was starting to get the feeling he wasn’t going to make it. She motions to let the bartender know she’ll take another drink. It was a hotel bar after all and Annie wasn’t going anywhere with that storm outside. Bloody monsoon season. She glanced down at her cell hoping a voicemail would magically appear even though it hadn’t buzzed all night. Her boss had been “most insistent” she deliver the package before seven and his firings tended to end with at least one severed appendage. Annie downed martini number six, slipped some of the local currency under her empty glass and headed out to find him. Better rain drops than blood.