Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Shakin' Things Up

Here is my Three Word Wednesday story for the week:

Chelsea swore she would gag if Bart said they had to maintain the status quo one more time. Maintaining the status quo was what got them in trouble in the first place. As far as she was concerned, they needed a major shaking up around here, and she knew just how to make that happen.

All she had to do was omit a few crucial pieces of information in the proposal to the new client, and things would definitely change. She knew the client was not a good fit for the company, but couldn’t convince Bart of it, so, she’d take things in her own hands.

And afterward, if Bart wanted her gone, so what? She already had other firms vying for her services.

Whoever said blood was thicker than had never met her family.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011


Long time no see! Sorry I haven't been updating the blog regularly. I'm going to try to get back to it. Here is my contribution for the Three Word Wednesday prompt this week. Hope y'all like it.

Maggie was holding on to her sanity by a thread. Every second that went by, her grip lessened that much more.

She had stepped outside, hoping they would leave her alone. She should have known better. They just followed her. They were relentless.

She had to hand it to them, when they wanted something they didn’t stop until they got it. Even though she admired the trait when they employed it with others, when they turned on her, she could scream. Sometimes she did scream.

Today, she’d had about all she could take. When she removed her hands from her ears, she clinched her teeth at the noise.


“OW! Mom, Stanley hit me!”

“Quit crying, you little baby.”

“If you throw that rock you’ll be sorry.”

“Oh yeah, what are you gonna do about it?”

Throwing her hands up in the air, Maggie yelled, “Shut up!” Once assured she had their attention, she told them, “You have two choices. You can quit the fighting, shake hands and play nice, or I can get a hickory switch and tan your backsides.” She let it sink in, praying they wouldn’t call her bluff, before asking, “Which do you prefer?”

It was all she could do to keep from laughing when both children looked at her like she’d grown horns. They not only shook hands, but also gave each other a big hug, all the while promising to be good from now on.