Carry on a Tuesday: Where now? Who now? When now?

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Carry On Tuesday: "As I was lying in my bed"

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If you had ten copies of yourself....

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Hmm, If I had ten copies of myself to use today, what would I have them do?

First, it'll be unnerving and just like a scene in Harry Potter where members of the OTP took form of Harry to fool any of the Death Eaters. What they'll do:

1) Visited the set of The Hobbit: The Unexpected Journey shooting around New Zealand and based from Quint of Aintitcool news  , they're somewhere Mangaotaki Rocks!

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Sunday Scribblings: Investigate

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The bell rang its urgent call to classes. First day of the week always held the certain rush among the students and teachers. The frenzied energy floating in the air as everyone seemed out of sync after the weekends. Students jockeyed each other hoping to get to their respectively classes minus any reprimands. It's Monday.

Adria ducked immediately into the office headquarters of the school's paper "Q" just as Rick Lineheart glanced toward her direction. The way she'd been avoiding the guy was obvious she knew and she had done it twice earlier in the day. Why did she and Lineheart always meet on corridors this day? It didn't happen before.

She stood in the middle of the room lost in thought when Lisha strode out from the ante-room. "I thought you said you were heading back to the quarry to investigate?"

"Oh, yeah. Right." Adria appeared embarrassed to have forgotten and left quickly. She did intend to visit the quarry today before her next class started.

The loose gravel crunched under her boots as she swiveled around. No soul in sight. What a perfect way to get lost or do a body dump. She strode toward the scene of last Friday's battle or encounter. She made her way careful to the spot and slowly studied the ground for telltale evidence. She took several close-up shots, hoping her camera lens were more sensitive than her eyes to see what she may not be able to see in plain light. The mid-day sun was bright but it was turning the quarry a low-level sauna. Adria concluded her investigation and headed back to the school for her afternoon classes.

Carry On Tuesday: Love One Another

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"What a beautiful sunny day" by Sandra Mora

Troubled Heart

by Raine (passagesofthepen)

Your smile belied the pains 

Your laughter hid the cries 

Your cheer mocked the abyss

Of a troubled heart

Another day came 

There was no change

You pray for peace

For your troubled heart

Sunday Scribblings: My Backyard

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Adria's concentration dissipated again as she watched the molecular model of a compound that was the object of their report swirled in 3D animation done by one of her group mates. The five members were seated cross-legged on the floor around the low oval coffee table. Ted was in middle of showing them what they could do for their presentation as he assigned topics for each member to tackle.

Carry On Tuesday: "The Show Must Go On"

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Photo credit Houston Garden Center by cortneymartin82

Pacen Eldo laid his hand on the more agitated gardener and was relieved the wiry man had taken his tone down several notches before stopped speaking altogether. Pacen then glanced at the other portly man who looked like he was marshaling his emotions for a rebuttal. He was rewarded when the other man had started to calm down.

"Gentlemen, please, there is always a solution to this. Let's all take a 30-minute breather and then come and see me at the Nook." Pacen pointed at the table where he would be waiting for them. "Okay?" The men nodded in agreement and departed for the opposite corners of the garden center.

"Now that wrinkle was somewhat remedied, the show must go on." He strode to the small stage and addressed fellow green thumb enthusiasts.

Sunday Scribblings: "You Are Here"

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A picture prompt for today:

Adria and Sally browsed from one display case after another in the vast museum. The gems set in various jewelry designs made them linger to admire the dazzling creations. They were so engrossed with admiring the intricate designs that neither girl was aware someone was observing them from his secret corner before ducking away. 

Sally abruptly stopped. Panic seized her when no one from their class was in the same room with them. Heck, the other museum visitors have already drifted away leaving them alone in the room. 

"C'mon, I don't want to have a "Night in the Smithsonian" experience if I can help it."

Adria shot her friend an amused look. "It wouldn't be too bad." She strode briskly towards the interactive locator map found at the entrance of the room. A green dot flashed, "You are here...." 

Carry on Tuesday: "It was love at first sight"

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Slumber Party by Top Party Ideas

Adria stared at the bottle spinning on the bedroom floor and wished she didn't join tonight's slumber party. She couldn't help but give a sideways glance at her best friend, Sally, who was seated beside her while Pepper,  her flaming auburn hair neatly tucked under a towel, was seated across them. She wore an  expectant expression as the bottle slowed its rotation.

This can't be good. She thought and tried to be calm. Why do I ever get to be in this mess? Adria was continuing her mental monologue that she missed Pepper's question entirely when the bottle had finally stopped.

A nudge from Sally shook Adria out of her reverie. The blonde girl pointed.

Adria suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. Of course. "What was the question?"

Pepper cleared her throat. "It was love at first sight for you and Rick Lineheart?"  Her voice was tentative that to Adria, she thought the other girl was afraid she would be responsible for breaking this new found friendship.

Friday Fiction: Flash

Today's Friday Fiction prompt is: Flash. For more Friday Fiction entries hop over to The One-minute Writer 

As another challenge for me, I decided to continue the one-minute story started from the previous prompt. I don't know if it will work eventually but hopefully it will. ☺I just have to get the third installment out soon. Lolz. I know Jules you're waiting for it. ☺

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Adria ducked as the creature hurled another acid ball towards Pepper and her. The room they were in was starting to become a deathtrap if they don't get out. A strong hissing sound erupted from behind and fumes tried to engulf the pair but it was this side of the wall they wanted melted down if they want to escape.  A hole gradually formed on the wall, offering an escape route. It was time. The girls simultaneously hurled the beakers toward the creature that appeared to be a cross between a slimy troll and a garden-variety mushroom with beady eyes.

One-Minute Writing: Too long

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One-Minute Writer provided a prompt and for today it's : What takes too long? 

It seemed to take too long for me to complete a draft these days. I think one of the cures I need to bring myself out from some rut, is read up a couple of  books on screenplay. ☺

One-Minute Writing: Night Rewrite

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One-writer asks, rewrite this sentence in a way that's more interesting less and less cliche: It was dark and stormy night. 

Photo Credit: Natural Fury by Snappler

Thunder clapped.

Lightning lanced the angry dark skies.

Rain drove sheets into the earth. 

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Carry on Tuesday: "Home is where the heart is"

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NASA - Earth from outer space by johnlemon

Beth glanced at the main viewscreen and felt a sigh of relief escaped her lips as she settled more into her seat. The welcoming blue orb came into view and from this distance; it looked very much like a Christmas ornament hanging in the dark, cold expanse of outer space. She let the marvel of the planet washed over her. The battle with the alien creatures had taken more than a week and it left them feeling harried than usual. Her gaze once again fell on the picture nestled inside the locket she had set on the console in front of her. There were other reasons for her homecoming but they all paled to the only promise that was important to her. "Home is where the heart is, right guys?"  Her smile broadened as several replies greeted her back.

One-Minute Writing: Fire

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One-Minute Writer asks, write memory that involves about fire.

Magnifying Glass

When I was a kid, my friend and I collected dried leaves to do a little science project. We dug a shallow hole, placed the dried leaves in the hole and then used the magnifying glass to start the first flame. Soon a small fire began eating the dried leaves away. We had a pail of water ready if it suddenly went out of control and mom was nearby too. It was interesting. ☺

One-Minute Writer Prompt: Labor

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Prompt for the day is to write the most satisfying labor that you've done? 

My satisfying labor was to write a five-minute skit for my group to be ready the next day. My shift ran from 2:00 PM to 10:00 PM so I had to wake to up around 5:00AM to make it work. Lolz. 

Casefile 101: Johnny English and the Pink Panther Diamond

One-Minute Writer Prompt: Laugh

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The One-Minute Writer asks: What is your favorite thing to laugh at?

My pet cat  Cottonball with his hilarious sleeping antics always sends me into guffaws like this pose of his posted at my other blog:

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One-Minute Writer: Fix-it

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Write about the time you fixed something...

After a severe storm a couple years back, the basement was flooded in. The micro-switch for the pump was busted. After getting instructions from dad through the telephone, I proceeded to replace the defective unit.

Preparing my gear and the replacement

It was going to be dark downstairs as I was going to switch off the mains of the house. I needed two flashlights and my trusty headlight.

One-Minute Writing: Sense

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Which of the five senses evokes the strongest memories? Hmm, sense of smell would easily send me to reminisce a particular strong memory because well, it's just is. lolz.

Sunday Scribblings: Shipwreck

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For Sunday Scribblings  prompt is shipwreck. To read more entries about it visit the link. ☺

Dark ship wreck 

Rick Slade, a pirate by necessity and not by trade looked in consternation  seeing the last remnants of the ship, Stella, shipwrecked now and submerged in the watery depths of the cold, dark sea. He clutched tightly on the barrel and rode on the turbulent swells as he tried to make a head count of the crew bobbing in an out of the surface of the water. He was at least relieved that the moon has slipped past a cloud and had shone brightly like a beacon. He didn't know if the men were comforted by this but for now it will  have to do. Numerous shouts rang the night as the men called out to another. It was a tactic they've thought up for situations like these. 

"Any ideas?"  Drell swam beside his first mate. 

"Inogen's spell is different this time." Rick wore a pensive frown. "We have to be careful when we meet her again." 

"And the medallion?" Drell suddenly worried as he threw a glance at the spot where Stella sank.

 "It's with me," Rick replied. "Do you think the men will throw me overboard if I do this?" He waved his hand and out from the pieces of wood floating around them, a good size boat was built. 

"If they do, I'll give them something they won't forget." Drell clenched his fist as his promise. 

Friday Fiction: Pepper

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Adria stole quietly into the darkened chemistry lab and jammed the only the entrance of the room with a chair but she knew it wasn't going to be enough to keep  the creature out. It was systematically searching for them now.

"Great choice of room," Pepper whispered back. Her eyes glinting with anticipation as she crouched before the glass cabinets that  housed the acids. "Molotov cocktail would be good for tonight's special drink." Her flaming locks swayed as she tilted her head towards the cabinet in front of her.

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