Weekend Writing Prompt

Hey Man If That’s What It Takes

Bob works at a local bank behind the scenes.  He and red haired Doreen drive each other crazy. He has a strict rule about getting married:  no red hair and you have to be both the same age. 


Bob’s always cranky and surly because obscenely loud people nearby rankle upon his nerves.  His nasty ways terrify Doreen.



One day gorgeous, dark~haired Stephanie, fourteen years younger than he, starts working there, and evil Bob somehow conveniently becomes a perfect gentleman and total charmer, so sweet he can impress her like crazy.  


Doreen never lets him live it down.  “One pretty girl’s all it takes?!”



This weekend Sammi’s word is IMPRESS .  My post is based upon a true story.



Brother Enoch and Sister Esther are going door to door on their weekly rounds, wearing their Sunday go to meeting best.



Theirs is a political scam, run by Charlatans, promising liberty, equality, and fraternity for all.



Something’s right funny going on with them though.  No one who signs up for membership is ever seen or heard from again.   Think twice, people.



This weekend , Sammi’s word is Charlatan .

I Speak Proper English

Bad English is one of those things I just can’t handle.   People so often confuse ‘too’, ‘to’, and ‘two’; ‘your’ and ‘you’re’; ‘their’, there’, and ‘they’re.  Of course besides that there are the ideologues who foist inclusive language on us.  To all attempts at messing with communication I always say ‘Anathema sit.’



Here we are at Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #99 .

From Lion To Lamb?

wk-93-horizon.    Typically, everyone says that February is the worst month during winter, but I disagree.  For me, March is always an absolute nightmare.



Winter, with all its bleak reality, is the ultimate symbol of evil.  March, because spring is so close, just over the next  horizon , is unbearably frustrating.  Cold weather, similarly to evil, puts up quite a fight before it leaves.  It’s something merely to be endured and gotten over with, in my opinion.



Because I’m in the habit of regularly reading Rochelle’s blog, I couldn’t help noticing Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt.  This time I decided I wanted to try to write an entry for it.