The Art of Cooking

“Yummy! did you cook this?” inquired my teen as he licked the last crumbs off his plate.

“Obviously! In this shutdown, I’ve been cooking every day.” I said in an exasperated tone, which was easily caught upon.

“Chill, Mom. I was complimenting your cooking.” 

That praise made me quickly come and hug him since getting appreciated for my cooking was the last thing I had ever dreamed would happen. 

I had become better at planning my meals with limited ingredients, but to make a delicious one was like a cherry on the cake. 

I guess: Practice makes one perfect. 

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  In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about something a character never dreamed would happen.  Go where the prompt leads!Join in the fun at CarrotRanch. 

Virtual Turkey Trot

"Are you ready for tomorrow? What time should I wake you up?" inquired A.

"Do we have to?" asked P with a long sigh.

"Of course! We ought to keep the tradition alive. So what if we can't run the Turkey Trot with people. Let's do it by ourselves." 

"And just like all the times, I'll keep the pie, mashed potatoes, buttermilk biscuits, and lasagna ready." I chipped in with a broad smile to encourage my son. 

"Yum! So everything's the same as old times." He beamed with joy over it, "How does 7 am sound for our 10K?" 

  In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes family traditions. It can be related to any holiday or situation. 

The Throne

"Sure, I can babysit my seven-year-old niece." 

"Thanks, Sis." Pedro grinned, "I'll pick her up by 9 p.m."

The evening was going well until Sarah needed to use the potty.

I took her to the bathroom. She stood there with a dazed look.  I beckoned her to sit on the potty; she squealed and placed her fingers on her parted lips, then moved back n forth. 

Perplexed, I left her alone and stood outside. Time ticked away. 

I peeped in to find that she was seated on the floor and playing peek-a-boo with her reflection on the gold-plated toilet. 

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  In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that glorifies a toilet.  Go where the prompt leads!fff

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The Grinch

"What is that green thingie on my toast?" I inquired with flared nostrils.

"Oh! Sweetie, that's avocado. It's supposed to be very healthy for you." Mom said in a gentle voice as she got busy with the cleanup.

"I just want my PB&J sandwich." I moaned. 

"Besides, I will end up becoming a grinch if I eat these toasts." 

"Who said?" Mom inquired with hands on her hips and a crossed brow.

"Marsha said her brother has turned green ever since he ate avocados."

Then with a brief pause, "I don't want to hate Christmas by becoming a grinch."

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In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story includes avocado toast. How can this be a story or a prop to a story? Use your senses and imagination. Go where the prompt leads! Join the fun at Carrotranch. 

A Brown Watch

My owner was one careless soul. One day she came to Lake Superior for a picnic. She was careful to remove me before a dip but forgot to pick me up after that. 

Time ticked away, and I saw many sunrises and sunsets. 

One evening, I felt a wet grip and realized a canine had fancied my ticking sound. He dropped me in the water when he went to fetch the ball. The waves welcomed me. I found a new home until they swept me over. 

"Hello beautiful lady, what year is it? How much time did I lose?" 

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  In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about lost time. You can write a realistic scenario or something speculative. How does lost time impact the character of your story? Bonus points if you include a 1982 brown rubber watch Go where the prompt leads! Join in the fun at Carrotranch

One camping night...

"And then what happens?" inquired my three-year-old with wide eyes and a mouth wide open. 

 I quickly put a spoonful of rice in his mouth while thinking of what would happen next if a bear would come.

Just then, we heard a loud thud. An eerie silence followed that as even the crickets had gone silent. Only the bonfire was crackling and popping. 

I held my son in my firm grip while the other hand had the Pepper spray; I let my instincts work as soon as something came near me. "Aaaaah!"

The yell sounded familiar, "'Twas, my husband." 

 

  In 99 words (no more, no less), write a spooky tale told around a campfire.

The Bored Teen

"Pick up your plates, Nate. That's the least you can do around the house," I shouted at my teen in a high decibel.

"Mom! I get tired doing the same chore three times a day." he retorted.

I stopped stirring the pot and gave him a confused look as if he had just declared that he has graduated from college; without going to one. 

He saw that look and muttered, "A teen's life is all about being with friends, and in these times, I've been eating home-cooked food. That is such a chore," and he let out a sigh! 

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In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about chores.