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Monday, October 19, 2020

The Double-Dog Dare, Sweet Scary Nostalia

 My Dear Sillies,
   A very talented and 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!”
  

35 comments:

  1. Brilliant. And Johnny was lucky that the fright didn't cause a bladder difficulty and give him a golden shower for his pains. Which might even has served him right.

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    1. Good point, EC! To this day, Johnny doesn't know how lucky his is.

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  2. Heh. Johnny deserved a spanking for causing the protagonist to swallow a jelly bean whole.

    I do like the alternate ending suggested by Elephant Child's comment.

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    1. I like it too, Infidel. Perhaps a sequel is in order.
      Thank you.

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  3. Let this be a lesson to poo-poo heads everywhere.

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    1. Yes, poo-poo heads: Stop being poo-poo heads!
      Love, Geo and Robyn
      How's that?
      Smiles.

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    1. Thank you, Joanne.
      I miss the days. Not the days when I did stuff like this (I never did) but the Saturday Centus days.
      Love to you.

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    1. It's a good challenge to keep things to 100 words. It improved my writing, but now I'm back to really long winded sentences like this. Sigh.
      =)

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  6. Ok that would freak me out. Great short write.

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  7. Good that you stopped at 100 words. If you went to 101 or 2, Johnny might be having a foot in his mouth. Nice writing, Robyn.

    new blog: www.fromarockyhillside.com

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    1. It would've been my foot too, Jeff.
      Thanks.
      Sorry I've been lagging on the visit. Shall do that soon.

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    2. PS Sorry, having problems loading your page - it's taking forever. Can you direct-link it with your sig? It might be my laptop, but I just don't have the patience now. )=

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    3. the direct link now is www.fromarockyhillside.com

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  8. Reminds me of one of the IWSG anthology stories but yours didn't end up with a real scare!

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    1. I couldn't stomach a real scare, Diane. How do authors do it? I get so anxious writing a scary scene. It's hard to calm myself down. =)

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  9. I would have stomped on that brat as soon as my feet were free. I also like EC's idea of a golden shower. You wrote this piece very well.

    Love,
    Janie

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    1. Love you back. I miss Jenny Matlock. What a sweetheart. I still send her Christmas cards.

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  10. I'd have peed down my leg. All below my fear beware.

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    1. Yeah, I was far too nice to Johnny. He's lucky this didn't actually happen.
      Cheers, Elizabeth.

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  11. lol he may deserve to get relieved on for that, especially being down there.

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  12. HAHA! Love this story. Would have freaked me out, but I would probably have gone it, too :)

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