99 word prompt : toilet
November 19, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that glorifies a toilet. Capture the marvel and status and love for a contraption we’d rather not mention. Go where the prompt leads!
If you want to participate, here’s the link: CARROT RANCH
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In 1950, Alexander whined, “But, Mom…”
“Not until we find a toilet!” she said, marching toward her target location.
“No!” he yelled, running to the toy section.
An 8 year old was so predictable.
She rushed to a stall, cursing the day she was forced to marry at 44, relieved when Alexander couldn’t be found, happy to lose the husband who had a heart attack over his son’s loss.
She hadn’t expected the couple who’d bought him to die in a car accident, or to be reunited with her son, now 20.
Like a toilet, he could be useful.
I am trying to write my own toilet story for Carrot Ranch this morning and finding the word limit a bit of a problem…
I love yours… very unusual …
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Thanks. 🙂
I had a difficult time with the word limit, too. Usually, the 99 words come quickly — but not for this prompt. It took longer to complete.
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99 words are awkward, neither short or long!
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Reblogged this on Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie ~ Authors.
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Thanks for reblogging. 🙂
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It’s taking longer for me 🤠 Carrot ranch teased my brain 😊 I Love your concept, I’m trying to figure out one soon..😁 Have a Lovely Friday Joelle ✨💐
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Good luck. 🙂
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Hmmm, kinda creepy. I hope that was your intention.
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It was absolutely my intention to be creepy. 🙂 Psychopaths are not a new thing.
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The creepiness sticks to one’s shoe, trailing like tp.
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Yes. That is the feeling I wanted to convey.
Thanks. 🙂
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The mother’s relief is so crushing that when he is found, I want him to run!
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Me, too. What she might end up doing to him for her own benefit is…chilling.
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