NSTF Prompt II

NSTF Prompt II

Writing club's prompt of the week was to use these eight words in a story of 300 words or less: dinosaur, red wagon, nymphomaniac, red velvet, spray paint, architectural, battleaxes, fingernail. After five minutes, I only managed three, but whatever.

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Mary who towed her Fisher Price red wagon continuously around the block on Friday afternoons when her mother entertained her very important gentlemen clients liked to chew bubble gum as she skipped. Friday afternoons on her block, the men who worked night shifts routinely reclined on the stoop before their houses like architectural fixtures. They looked at Mary and, thinking of her nymphomaniac mother, wondered if her thundercloud afro and large almond eyes and big white smile could have been their own. 

Top-notch people.

Photojournalism at its best, by Brennan Anderson with Nate Bartlett.  

The burrito was good, but I believe this kid can actually get on the roof of anything.  

I do give value. Like preachers, I sell vision, like perfume ads, desire or its facsimile. Like jokes or war, it's all in the timing. I sell men back their worse suspicions: that everything's for sale, and piecemeal.

"Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing" by Margaret Atwood

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Reporter: “I hate talking to that guy, he has diarrhea of the mouth.”

Editor: “And it’s your job as a reporter to pick the nuts out of that crap and make something that everyone will eat up.”