Quilldancing Assignment #5

Your Writing Assignment, should you choose to accept it, is to write a complete story in 500 words or less using the scenario below to kick-start your thinking. Publish your story on your blog May 15th, then come back here and link it to my May 15th story.

Since (traditionally) May is the month of flowers and gardens, your story should include a garden, some kind of critter or creature, and this wonderful log.  (Photo courtesy of SouthLakes Mom.)

Happy Quilldancing!

A Rainy Romance ~ Quilldancing Assignment #4

It’s April 15th! The taxman may have let you off the hook until Monday, but I won’t! I hope you’ve published your story and come to link up! Your assignment was to write a complete story in 500 words or less using the scenario below to kick-start your thinking.

As we all know, “April showers bring May flowers”. This month’s story should include a sudden rain fall and a recalcitrant umbrella. And, since this is National Poetry Month, your story should include a bit of poetry. You can write it yourself or use somebody else’s (be sure to give credit where credit is due); it can rhyme or not; as you wish. See you on the 15th!

A Rainy Romance

“Rain, rain, go away. Come again some other day!” MaryJane mumbled as she stood just inside the entrance to the Mall. When she’d come into work it had been a bright, sunny day, now the laden gray skies poured rain. What a dismal way to end the day. She looked down at her leather pumps and her cashmere two-piece. If she waded into the parkinglot, she might as well kiss her sweater set and shoes good-by.

A quick glance at her watch informed her that she was running out of time. Could she carry her high heels and dash to the car, or try to get to Sears and buy a pair of tennis shoes and an umbrella? Maybe she could just buy an umbrella and carry her shoes to the car? It would be cold but her heater worked and she’d warm quickly.

This was only her third day working at Vanderdorf Jewelry and she wouldn’t get paid for another two weeks. Unemployment had gutted her savings account. There was no room in her budget for even a cheap umbrella, but she certainly couldn’t replace her sweater set and her professional wardrobe was already pitifully small.

“Hey, you’re the new clerk at Vanderdorf’s, aren’t you? I’m Wilson Miles. We met at the bank on your first day. Remember?”

MaryJane remembered him all right. Tall and broad shouldered, he was built more like an athlete than a bank manager. She looked up at him and a shock went through her, just like it did the first time she looked into his stunning blue eyes. She smiled, hoping she didn’t look as star struck as she felt. The man was gorgeous! “Of course I remember you, Mr. Miles,” she said. “My name is –”

“MaryJane. All one word, no space.” He grinned as he took her hand and repeated what she’d said when her Jason Vanderdorf had introduced her at the bank and authorized her to make the store deposits. “And please, call me Will. William is my grandfather’s name.”

MaryJane smiled. “Thank you.” His hand was firm and warm. She released it reluctantly. “We’re very formal at the jewelry store. I’m not certain Mr. Vanderdorf would approve me using your first name.”

Will smiled and indicated the umbrella in his right hand. “You can call me, Mr. Miles at work, but if you want to share this with me, you’ll need to call me Will.”

It seemed a small price to pay for coverage from the rain. MaryJane smiled. “Thank you, Will.” Then she remembered her shoes and glanced down at her feet. “I think I’m going to try to wait the storm out,” she said.

“Then you’ll still be standing here tomorrow morning,” he answered. “I have an idea. I’ll go get my car and pull it to the curb, then you can step right in without getting wet at all.”

“You’re going to drive me to my car?” MaryJane exclaimed. How incredibly sweet.

“Well, I was kind of hoping you’d let me take you to Donovan’s for dinner first,” he said.

A thrill curled through MaryJane’s stomach and she smiled. “That sounds wonderful, Will.”



Quilldancing Assignment #4

Your Writing Assignment, should you choose to accept it, is to write a complete story in 500 words or less using the scenario below to kick-start your thinking. Publish your story on your blog April 15th, then come back here and link it to my April 15th story.

As we all know, “April showers bring May flowers”. This month’s story should include a sudden rain fall and a recalcitrant umbrella. And, since this is National Poetry Month, your story should include a bit of poetry. You can write it yourself or use somebody else’s (be sure to give credit where credit is due); it can rhyme or not; as you wish. See you on the 15th!

The Key to Planting 4 Leaf Clovers ~ Quilldancing Assignment #3

It’s March 15th! I hope you’ve published your story and come to link up! Your assignment was to write a complete story in approximately 500 words using the photo below to kick-start your thinking:

You were also asked to include a 4 leaf clover and a golden key.

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The Key to Planting 4 Leaf Clovers

Brandywine spent months working out the mathematical logistics required to make certain the village’s St. Patrick’s Day celebration was spectacularly lucky. Dispersing the appropriate measures of good luck was her first official assignment as a journeyman Leprechaun.

The Queen gave her orders to distribute four leaf clovers throughout the glen. Brandywine was to allot no more than one four-leaf clover for every five thousand three-leaf clovers. The four leaf clovers were to be evenly distributed across the glen and no closer together than three inches, but no further apart than seven.

Brandywine had mapped every inch of the glen and made extensive surveys on the amount of clover already growing there. She’d even personally visited every known four leaf clover and noted its precise placement on her charts. Her planning was meticulous – but it was worthless without the golden key.

When Queen Saffron promoted Brandywine to journeyman and charged her with the St. Patrick’s Day planning, she’d given her a golden key and an admonition, “Brandywine, this key opens the vault where we store four leaf clover seeds. Be very careful with it. As you know, every four leaf clover is a promise of good luck to the human who finds it, however, leprechaun luck is capricious when used by humans and does not always turn out well, so we try to limit just how much is available to the world at any given time. As a rule we allow only one four-leaf clover for every five billion three-leaf clovers, but here in Ireland on St. Patrick’s Day we make an exception.”

Brandywine knew that St. Patrick had been a friend to the leprechaun and always treated them kindly. In fact, upon learning that leprechaun children were the favorite prey of snakes, St. Patrick had chased the evil serpents off the island, forever endearing himself to the clan. To honor him, they’d fashioned the four-leaf clover and imbued it with luck. The seeds to those clovers were kept in a golden cellar that locked with a golden key – which Brandywine seemed to have lost.

“What do you mean, you don’t have it?!” Her sister, Rosewood admonished. “How does one forget where they’ve put something so important?”

“I haven’t forgotten!” Brandywine insisted. “Last year on St. Patrick’s Day as the sun went down, we celebrated Dandelion’s retirement and the Queen named me his successor. Dandelion gave me the golden key and told me to put it away and forget about it until it was time to plant. I did as he said. I came home and put it in the bottom of Seanmháthair’s tea jar and forgot about it, only now it isn’t there.”

Rosewood grabbed the jar, Dumped the tea into a bowl and sifted through the tea leaves with her fingers. “Are you certain you put it here?”

“Of course that’s where I put it! That tea is ten years old. No one drinks it now that Seanmháthair is gone. This was the safest place in the house.”

“What are you going to do?”

“What can I do?” Brandywine wailed. “Tomorrow I must go to the Queen and tell her I have failed. She will probably have me banished.”

“No! No!” Rosewood wailed. “The key has to be here somewhere. I’ll help you find it!”

The two sisters scoured the house from top to bottom. All night they searched and cleaned. As the sun rose at dawn they stopped, exhausted, and slumped into their chairs. “I have failed,” Brandywine said. “There is nothing left but to tell the Queen.”

Brandywine’s pronouncement was followed by an ominous pounding on the front door. Rosewood jumped to her feet. “Who is here? Quick, hide.”

“Why?” Brandywine said. “We might as well get this over with.” She trudged to the door and opened it.

Dandelion stepped into the room. “Good morning, sisters,” he said. “I trust all is well.” He looked at Brandywine. “You have the key?”

Brandywine shook her head. “I do not. I pit it in Seanmháthair’s tea jar and forgot about it like you said, but yesterday when I went to retrieve it, it was gone.”

“Yesterday?” Dandelion questioned. “But didn’t I tell you to forget about it until it was time to plant.”

“I did!” Brandywine wailed. “And because of that I don’t even know when it disappeared. For all I know, it could have been gone all year!”
Dandelion shook his head. “May I see your Seanmháthair’s tea jar?”

Rosewood opened the cupboard and grabbed the jar. “Certainly,” she said, “but it will do no good. The key isn’t in it. Both Brandywine and I have sifted through it repeatedly.”

Dandelion took the jar, held it above his head and shook it. The tea leaves rustled and shifted as something slithered through them and suddenly, plainly visible through the clear glass bottom of the jar, was the missing golden key.

“You had it all along!” Rosewood accused Dandelion.

“Ach, no.” Dandelion said. “I told you not to look for it until it was needed. You weren’t to look because it couldn’t be found! It can only be seen when it has work to do. You can see it now because it is planting day. Now ladies, if you want there to be a festival, I suggest you open the cellar and call the planters!”



Quilldancing Assignment #3

Your Writing Assignment, should you choose to accept it, is to write a complete story in 500 words or less using the scenario below to kick-start your thinking. Publish your story on your blog March 15th, then come back here and link it to my March 15th story.

The photo below reveals the main character of your story. Your tale must also include a 4 leaf clover and a golden key.

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Thank you Bill & Tilden for reminding me I hadn’t posted this prompt. Thank you everyone for your care and concern during my bout with the flu.  I still have a hacking cough and some lingering lethargy (naps attack me without warning) but I am much better.  Amoeba seems to be on the mend as well — in fact, I think he’s surpassing me in returning to good health!