Laura D. Bastian blog: WonHundred Word Wednesdays

Another Wednesday to exercise my writing muscles. These are so helpful to get the brain going in other ways than where it's been. Sometimes I just want to keep going and write a full story from these prompts. Maybe someday I will.

I stared at the flames that had burst out of my fingers. There was no way I could get out of this without an explanation.

Karl’s eyes widened, then he swallowed and smiled. “I always knew there was something different about you.”

I blinked. My mouth opened and closed, trying to form itself around the words slamming into each other in my stunned mind.

“How long have you been able to do that?” Karl asked.

“Since I was three.”

He nodded and pulled off his shoes. “Much cooler than what I can do.” He said as he floated above me.

Here are the links to find more from this prompt.

Wendy Knight, Author: www.wendyknightauthor.blogspot.com

Kelly Martin, Author: www.kellymartinbooks.blogspot.com

Alison Woods (Peering Into. . .): http://alisonmillerwoods.wordpress.com/

Jessica Winn, The Distracted Writer:http://thedistractedwriter.com/

R.K. Grow: http://www.rkgtheauthor.com/

Stephanie Worlton's Kreating Krazy blog: http://stephanieworlton.blogspot.com/

Leah Sanders, inklings: http://inklings-leahsanders.blogspot.com/

Jaclyn Weist http://jaclynweist.blogspot.com

Amryn Scott http://wildscottkids.wordpress.com/

K.R. Wilburn http://www.krwilburn.com/my-blog.html

Lindzee Armstrong/Lydia Winters http://lindzeearmstrong.blogspot.com

Kat!e Larson http://katesnovelidea.blogspot.com

Miranda D. Nelson http://www.mirandadnelson.blogspot.com/

Angela Schroeder http://angelaschroederauthor.blogspot.com/

Once again it's time for a 100 word story

The prompt for this week:

"Today's Horoscope: Your prized possession will end up in someone else's hands"

I stared at him wondering the best way to get my revenge. Mutilation might work, but I never did like blood. I didn’t own a gun, and again the blood thing. Maybe I could tie him up to the tree then kick the ant pile a couple feet away. I knew of a wasps nest, but I doubted I’d be able to get the two of them together without damage to myself.

He closed the book and looked up. The shock in his eyes at being discovered reading my journal was priceless. Maybe I didn’t have to kill him.

now go see what the others did.