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Friday, April 29, 2011

Winner Of Our Free Book Drawing! plus Story Improv

Thank you everyone who stopped by and visited with me and my friend Becki Reiser! This week's winner is...

ELAINE COOPER!

Congratulations Elaine, you will receive a free copy of Shared Hope.

For the rest of you, be sure to come meet my friend Lizzie for my next Social Media Monday.

And now, by popular demand, I leave you with this week's Story Improv prompt. (To keep things managable, let's limit each post to 1-3 sentences. But feel free to contribute as many times as you like throughout the day and into tomorrow--and invite your friends to play! Have fun!)

"What the heck is this?"
"Coffee."

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10 comments:

Jessica R. Patch said...

Kristan Gellar looked at the cup of mud and frowned. "Did you just go rake up some goo from under your truck and microwave it?"
Mark adjusted his Stetson and smirked. "What's a microwave, city girl?"

Living by Grace said...

"Who you callin' a "city girl", Mark? You know I grew up here in Pampa, Texas just like you! You are just contributing to the misconception that anyone with a southern accent is 'dumber than dirt' by callin' this stuff coffee!"

April W Gardner said...

Kristan slung the liquid onto the sidewalk then shook the mug until the last drop fell. "Thanks. You just saved me eight bucks."
Mark's lips quirked to the side in that endearingly familiar way. "How do you figure?"
She jutted her thumb toward the coffee-drenched cracks in the walk. "Won't be needing weed killer any more."

Jessica R. Patch said...

He chuckled. "You know what weed killer is?" He took her hands and rubbed her palms. She was thankful for the sun. It was easier to blame for the heat on her cheeks than his touch. "These aren't hands of someone who does manual labor, city girl."

She jerked them away, the thrilling heat replaced with flames of anger. "You have no idea what these hands are capable of. In fact, they're quite capable of strangling you!"

Gary L. Wade said...

Catching her off guard, Mark pulled her into his arms and kissed her. And just as suddenly, he made a face and pulled away.

"Yeah, that really was some bad coffee!"

Jamie said...

Mark threw back his head and laughed. The look on Kristan's face was priceless. He looked past her and his jaw dropped, "Get out of the way."

Paulette Harris said...

He picked her up and swung her body sideways behind him before he put her down. A coiled rattlesnake coiled near where Kristan stood seconds before. Disturbed by the ruckus,his rattlers sizzled in annoyance as he attempted to sun himself on the warm cement sidewalk.

Gary L. Wade said...

"Those swing dance lessons you made me take finally came in handy!"

"Huh?"

Therese said...

When she looked at him that way, his heart stopped and time stood still. He felt her spell spinning its web through his veins as he stood speechless, lost in her eyes. She looked down and he noticed her hands. "Well, pretty lady, I would rather be dancing with you than watching you strangle that snake with your hands."

Gary L. Wade said...

When Kristan's eyes panned to meet Mark's, she realized for the first time that he was wearing a sneaker on one foot and a cowboy boot on the other. In the bright sunlight, she saw a stream of red run down the side of his sneaker.