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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Sept 6, 2021 11:25:34 GMT -6
This Weeks Prompt: Fine China
The Rolling Weekly Rules can be found in a sticky in this same forum. Entries must be 100 words, no more, no less. Entries can be posted below. Entries must be posted by September 11th by midnight PST. Weekly Challenge Rules:- No critiquing. Please refrain from giving feedback, as these challenges are to inspire creativity.
- Positive Enthusiasm is welcome! But save it for when Voting has started.
- CAN NOT vote for your own entry, and doing so will disqualify your submission.
- HAVE FUN!
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Post by slbutler on Sept 10, 2021 19:25:56 GMT -6
This was a good bit of fun, the term made me thing of friend of mine. 100 words on the dot, a challenge unto itself.
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The familiar musty scent only accentuated the cool air as I opened the front door. Hesitating at the entry, feeling like an intruder in someone else’s home. It was a silly thought, Jim was gone, no longer here to keep the wolves at bay. No doubt they would arrive in a day or so to claim their share, their piece of my great uncle. Not a piece of him to them, only gold and jewels and beautiful fine China, his wife’s fine China. Together at last, no doubt happy at last. While I rescue these beauties for one more generation.
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Post by pelwrath on Sept 11, 2021 10:55:51 GMT -6
You Can’t Do That
A whisper graced my ears as I was setting up for the party with my writing group.
“With ego like fine China, it’s too risky,” said Experience.
“It’ll be fun,” I responded.
“It’s impossible,” Pride told me.
“I’ll read Emily Post to brush up on my manners,” I retorted.
“They don’t respect you, it’s pointless,” Wisdom said sarcastically.
“You three shut up and let him give it a try. I’m okay with it,” said Heart with a smile.
“Thank you,” I replied.
“No problem, burning bridges are hard to cross. Stop worrying about the flames.”
“Who are you?”
“Your Passion.”
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Post by RAVENEYE on Sept 11, 2021 13:31:48 GMT -6
Cracked
My sister Clarice cracked. Shortly after her honeymoon, she invited me to dine on the China she’d received as a wedding gift from our grandmother. Grandmother Lucy died the day before the wedding, a tragedy that darkened the joyful day, but it was too late to postpone.
The wedding proceeded as planned, and I don’t think Grandmother Lucy was happy about it.
Clarice stared at the food on the porcelain plate but ate nothing.
Next morning I received a panicked call and rushed to Clarice’s apartment. She crouched amid shattered plates, shoving the pieces into her mouth, one by one.
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Post by FoxxGlove on Sept 11, 2021 15:10:55 GMT -6
A Matter Of Taste
A consummate spread that included freshly baked sultana scones with strawberry jam and clotted cream, not to mention the lemon-iced buns. It looked elegantly scrumptious. Aromatic Earl Grey steeped in a fine bone china teapot and lightly-fizzed Oringina was available for those who fancied their beverage a little more citrusy, while still considered appropriate for the refined gathering.
Then she arrived complete with her sanctimonious notions and personal preferences of what constituted the traditional English afternoon tea. It got very ugly very quickly.
"No cucumber sandwiches?"
Low. Threatening.
"Blasphemy!"
Not all of us made it out alive.
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Post by Mazulla on Sept 12, 2021 0:24:22 GMT -6
Sisters
Going through mother's things, I wasn't sure what should become of the fine china; this lingering source of resentment. Growing up, a normal family meal consisted of my elder sister dining upon exquisite sets, while I was left with worn porcelain. Mother's way of bestowing approval. The doorknob squeaked, and my sister strode inside to see my apparent dilemma. A heartbeat of eye contact between sisters who hadn't spoken in years. "I will handle that," she said. She took a piece, and allowed it to shatter across the hard floor. Together, we continued silently until the set lay in fragments.
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Post by RavingCynic on Sept 12, 2021 1:00:15 GMT -6
DEAR MOTHER
In mourning your passing, I ponder
Upon the unfair treatment of your youngest daughter.
She would never measure up, it is true
Only I, could ever find approval with you
The old house echoes hollow, now that you’ve gone
No more baleful woes of all the things she’d done wrong
Each room now lays bare, save but one thing
Your cabinet of fine china, a treasure just for me
Many meals did I enjoy upon each plate
Whilst my sister suffered an unjust and cruel fate
Not one consolation to be found
As I shatter each plate, upon the ground
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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Sept 12, 2021 10:08:51 GMT -6
Six entries this time! I love to see it.  Poll has been added. Best of luck! |
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Post by FoxxGlove on Sept 12, 2021 11:18:05 GMT -6
Delighted to see interest growing in this challenge.  |
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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Sept 19, 2021 13:51:12 GMT -6
Wow! What a blitz of votes we had this week. O.o Looks like in the end, it's a tie between... pelwrath and RavingCynic ! Congrats, both of you, and have a extra 10 easy points each for your win. |
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Post by Mazulla on Sept 19, 2021 15:27:44 GMT -6
Congratulations! Both were great entries. |
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Post by RAVENEYE on Sept 20, 2021 9:31:27 GMT -6
Oh nice! The more votes the better!
Congrats, winners!
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Post by pelwrath on Sept 20, 2021 11:38:27 GMT -6
I’m honored to share with Mazulla. Everyone had a worthy story and in actuality, with more participation all who read the stories were winners as well.
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