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message 1: by Annie, The Mistress (new)

Annie Arcane (anniearcane) | 2365 comments Mod
PROMPT: Slamming doors and broken glass

1) Click on the above link to make suggestions for next week in the comments and then...

2) Share a link to your own blog post HERE


message 2: by Annie, The Mistress (new)

Annie Arcane (anniearcane) | 2365 comments Mod
My apologies for the tardiness, y'all!! x


message 3: by Jane (new)

Jane Blythe Here's mine . . .

Slamming doors and broken glass.

It could mean only one thing.

Her little munchkins were at it again.

Why did her kids think they could build a plane that could really fly? This was the third window they'd broken this week. And they knew they were in trouble, hence the slammed door and pounding of feet up the stairs.

She sighed and walked into the living room where shards of glass dotted the carpet and a small wooden plane sat in its midst, its motor still running. Huh, they'd added a motor this time rather than just throwing it from a tree and hoping for the best. They really were pretty smart, and okay pretty adorable too.

She sighed again, she really couldn't stay mad at them for very long. They were good kids and a window could always be repaired.

"Sorry, mommy," a somber voice spoke behind her.

She turned to see her eight-year-old son standing in the doorway, his six-year-old sister peeking out from behind him. The last of her frustrations melted away. Who had time to stay mad when she had the two sweetest children in the entire world.

"Sorry, mom," her husband stepped up behind their kids, a sheepish smile on his face.

She couldn't help but laugh, "You were in on it this time?"

"We thought the motor would work, but the controller decided to go crazy and make the plane do the opposite of what we wanted," he explained.

She shook her head at them, "What am I going to do with you three?"

"I can think of one thing, right, Snuggle Bear?" her husband swung their daughter up into his arms.

"Right," their little girl grinned, her two missing front teeth making her look impossibly cute.

"Right, Cuddle Bear," he tousled their son's messy brown locks.

"Right," their little boy agreed solemnly, always the serious one. "Come help us, mommy. If we all work together we can make it fly."

She smiled, working on a flying model plane with the man she adored and the amazing children they had created, could life get any better than this?

The simple answer was, no it couldn't. As she took her son's hand, and her husband wrapped an arm around her shoulders, she brushed a tear of pure joy from her eyes. She really was the luckiest woman in the world.


message 4: by Annie, The Mistress (new)

Annie Arcane (anniearcane) | 2365 comments Mod
Oh, gawd, Princess. It's too cute. Too. Cute. I just can't...

^_^


message 5: by Amanda (new)

Amanda Siegrist (amandasiegrist) Ah, love it, Jane!


message 6: by Jane (new)

Jane Blythe Annie wrote: "Oh, gawd, Princess. It's too cute. Too. Cute. I just can't...

^_^"


Thank you!


message 7: by Jane (new)

Jane Blythe Amanda wrote: "Ah, love it, Jane!"

Thanks!


message 8: by Mary Ellen (new)

Mary Ellen Woods (maryellen_woods) | 163 comments *warm fuzzies* I'm drawing a blank on this one.


message 9: by Kate (new)

Kate Forest | 26 comments This is my first time doing this. So, please be gentle with me. I'll post my words below. Then what am I supposed to with the blog?

Slamming doors and broken glass

My hands are deep in the box of house keys the Foley sound artist insists will mimic a crashing window for the fight scene we’re recording.

And I’d agree with the sound artists if he wasn’t such a know-it-all jerk. Sure, as the lowly intern what do I know. A degree in film from NYU doesn’t mean jack-shit to Mr. Sam Riley, the most sought after, and hottest, Foley guy in the biz.

“Try it again. This time shake the box instead of just mushing them with your hands.” Riley’s voice comes through from the recording booth on the other side of the glass. I spy him and his damn sexy black hair falling over his right eye.

I stretch my lips into a smile and nod. Because if I open my mouth to say anything it won’t be a polite, “Yes, sure, let’s try that.” It would be a, “You mean like I suggested in the first place?”

A few more takes and we get it. And when the last take happens, I know it’s the last one before Riley says so. I know because I recognize the sounds of shattering glass. I smile knowing I’ve actually created magic.

“You got it there. Good work.” His voice breaks through my moment of pride, but also adds to it.

“Thanks.” And I am pleased. Pleased that he finally recognized my ability, and pleased that I did win this internship spot, from all the others applicants, my recording demo was chosen. If Sam Riley could be simply brilliant and beautiful, my life would be perfect. But he had to turn into a brutal task master. Not that I haven’t thought about how hot his task mastering could be.

“Come on through,” he calls. “Leave the props for now.”

I nod and join him and the sound engineer in the booth. After standing awkwardly while they confer, Sam motions for me to follow him to the hall. He’s no Christian and I’m no Anastasia. But I do like it a little rough and Riley’s large hands and strong arms look like he could pin me to the wall and…

“Tasha, you’re doing great. I hope you’re getting everything out of this internship you hoped for.”

“I am learning a lot and it’s great working with you.” Fantasizing about you.

“No it’s not. No one likes my gruff style. But I hope I make up for it in recognizing talent. And it was your idea to shake that box of keys. So thanks. Your ideas won’t go unnoticed.”

“That means a lot to me. To be noticed by you.”

He stutter steps in the hall and comes to a stop. “I won’t cross the line and take advantage of the intern/boss position.”

“Will I always be an intern?” I invade his space to feel the heat from his arms radiate to mine.

“Just for three more months.” His voice drops, but the gravely tone vibrates against my cheek.

“And then?” I whisper.

“Then we’ll see what kind of noises you can make.”


message 10: by Annie, The Mistress (new)

Annie Arcane (anniearcane) | 2365 comments Mod
Ahhhh, Miss Kate!

*running tackle hugs*

Welcome to the weird and wonderful process of pulling weekly crap outta our butts for fun ^_~ Loving your first contribution (totes not the right word but...eff it haha) and looove a hero with a solid set of balls who ain't afraid to say what he thinks! Now, to actually be helpful...

1. Scroll to the bottom of this post and leave a suggestion (or 2 or 10) for next week:

https://www.anniearcane.com/slamming-...

Can be anything at all. Just make em 7 words or less.

2. Do up your own blog post (author website or GR blog works perfectly) and submit the link here:

https://www.loveindieromance.com/flas...

It'll be added to our group site next Monday! Yay!! Lemme know if that's clear as mud XP

Hugs,
Ann

P.S. Here's Princess Jane's blog post, as an example: https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog...


message 11: by Kate (new)

Kate Forest | 26 comments *ooof* (that's me getting tackled)
I shall do my best with these instructions. If I screw up, let me know.
K


message 12: by Jane (new)

Jane Blythe Kate wrote: "This is my first time doing this. So, please be gentle with me. I'll post my words below. Then what am I supposed to with the blog?

Slamming doors and broken glass

My hands are deep in the box of..."


So glad you joined us!! Great flash fiction!!


message 13: by Kate (new)

Kate Forest | 26 comments thanks, Jane
k


message 14: by Annie, The Mistress (new)

Annie Arcane (anniearcane) | 2365 comments Mod
Kate wrote: "*ooof* (that's me getting tackled)
I shall do my best with these instructions. If I screw up, let me know.
K"


You did perfectly perfect.

Of course, if you screwed up (not really possible), I'd have just said, "Welcome to the club!!" XP


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