My Story, Yours Too.

Tuesday, October 23, 2018

Double Dog Dare, A Pre-Halloween Scare




My Dear Sillies,
   Do you remember the days when blogland was less about begging you to buy and review my books? I mean, pushing our books on each other?  We were merely excited to meet and connect.
   Regardless of our motives and/or writing journeys, we've become a wonderful fanbase for each other. And that's a very nice thing.
   A loving lady, Jenny Matlock, used to do a Saturday Centus exercise. I occasionally participated. This photo was the prompt. The challenge: using all five senses, write about this in 100 words max.
   Here's my story, The Double Dog Dare...











“I double-dog dare ya to go in,” Johnny challenged. He was cute so I acted brave.  

“Okay.” I swallowed my jelly bean whole. Salty black-licorice flavor stuck to my tongue.  Entering the creepy old shack, the smell of mud overtook me.  I was blinded by darkness.

“Welcome!” A boyish voice came up through the floors’ wooden panels.  I noticed a gaping hole at my feet and felt the sudden firm grip of fingers clasping my ankles from below.

“Let me go! Help! Help!”

A familiar giggle slowed my pulse.

“Johnny, you poo-poo head! That wasn’t funny!”
  

33 comments:

  1. A fun take on the prompt. My thoughts went immediately to a darker place. Which says firmly that I am in need of an attitude adjustment.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Well, my mind went there too. Then I remembered that I wrote it, and I tend to take things to unexpected places.
      Thank you, EC.

      Delete
  2. What? We've all turned into buy mes? Say it ain't so haha

    A fun way to go. Might get his fingers stomped though.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. At least, for starters we need to support each other. we're good at that too.

      And Johnny is lucky I wasn't wearing heels.
      Thanks, Pat.

      Delete
  3. Well done, Robyn!

    Speaking of consumerism, my post on Friday is serendipitously going to be all about some cool bloggers' items that people should consider for Xmas/holiday presents. The Trumpeter's New Clothes is one of the items included!

    ReplyDelete
  4. Cute story!

    I still enjoy blogging for the interaction and connection. And to be part of a fan base. :) But I admit, I don't get around as often as I used to.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. How is it that time gets harder and harder to manage? It's become more a matter of quality connections than anything else, right?
      Thank you, Elizabeth.

      Delete
  5. creepy pic - the story could go anywhere. Your story is very cute and it made me smile. Very fun and yes, I like the blogging for the connection. Cheers my friend

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. You're one of many stellar souls with whom I grateful to be connected.
      Cheers to you, Joanne.

      Delete
  6. I wonder how long ago it was that any kid used a term like "poo-poo head?"

    And never mind what she said, Johnny. That was funny.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I admit, Silver, I gotta give Johnny a high-five, nah, high-ten, for this one. It's brilliant.
      And I wonder if any kid ever used the term "poo-poo head". It's kinda endearing, right? Especially relatives to all sorts of other options.
      Gratitude, Silver.

      Delete
  7. All was good except the black licorice jelly bean. Yuck!! LOL

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Agree, girlfriend. I HATE black licorice! Ha.
      Thanks for stopping by, Holli.

      Delete
  8. How I love and miss Jenny Matlock. I send her Christmas cards and she responds.

    Love,
    Janie

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Oh, it's great to know she's responding. I love and miss her too, JJ. She was such a shining star in blogland. She really helped me improve my writing, and I had fun all the while.
      Love ya.

      Delete
  9. Oh no...not black licorice! That will give me nightmares :)

    That house would give me the creeps. But I'd still go in. Because, you know, good photo ops :)

    ReplyDelete
  10. Great post! Excellent vignette, Robyn. I enjoy a good take on a photo. Then personal memory kicks in: 38 years ago we bought a property with a little crumbling, crazy old farm house on it. We went inside. The kids cried. We got to work: rebuilt, restored walls, roof, pump, septic system and added a new wing for bedrooms and yet, and yet...it was STILL a crazy old farm house! And always will be. Crazy old houses will tolerate fear, but really just want love. I hope Johnny Poo-Poo-Head learned that by and by.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. That's a heartwarming story, Geo. There is something endearing about crazy old houses. Maybe Johnny's upgrading one too nowadays. What I really hope for him is that someone's given him the scare of his life. He deserves at least that. =)

      Delete
  11. Yep. Blogland is very supportive of authors and their releases. I'm grateful for that! But it's also nice to see other content. Variety is the spice of life.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. It's a challenge, that's for sure. Any way we do it. Staying connected is key.
      Thanks, Sherry.

      Delete
  12. Yes I remember the early days. :)

    That's a great looking house. Spooky as! You'd have to go far out into the country to find a house like that in Australia now. Everything's getting pulled down for apartment blocks. Well, Melbourne and Sydney anyway.
    I like old house.
    Cute little story too.
    Happy Halloween!

    ReplyDelete
  13. Fun story, Robyn! And appropriately spooky for this almost Halloween weekend. Blog friends have given me lots of support and friendship over the years. I'm grateful for all of them--including you! :-)

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Our connection has been a pleasure and honor for me as well, Connie.

      Delete
  14. I enjoy reading your post guys,,, just keep posting. Life Quotes

    ReplyDelete