It was kindly pointed out to me that my 50 word story actually has 51 words! Woops! And I decided to change it a little anyway, but thanks for the encouragement Stephanie.
So here's the revised version and the one I'm going to send out, because it is indeed 50 words.
It is said that a butterfly flapping his wings on one side of the world causes a hurricane on the other. Buddha, in all his rotund wisdom, grew worried. "Oh! I waved to Grandma this morning!" Buddha exhaled a big belly sigh, and on the other side of the world...
Monday, March 30, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
50 Words
My mom told me about a fiction contest for a story that is no more and no less than 50 words. 50 words is not much. So here's the story that I will be submitting:
Breezes
By Kelly Hayes
"It's true, your holiness. I heard the white man say: butterfy flap his wings here, make hurricane on other side of the world." If the breeze from a butterfly's wings could do that, what about birds? What about an eagle? Buddha let out a big belly sigh and across the world...
Breezes
By Kelly Hayes
"It's true, your holiness. I heard the white man say: butterfy flap his wings here, make hurricane on other side of the world." If the breeze from a butterfly's wings could do that, what about birds? What about an eagle? Buddha let out a big belly sigh and across the world...
Sunday, March 22, 2009
What's Your Favorite Vegetable?
On Friday I was out at an elementary school all day for their enrichment day. I was playing my Great Savings Race with 3rd graders and after determining that more than a few of the 3rd grade boys are saving for Ferraris and Lamborginis (I can't spell that but neither can they!) I headed to the bathroom for a quick break. In the child sized stalls ( I couldn't find the teacher's bathroom) I was doing my thing when I heard a litte voice from a few stalls over - "Are you a 3rd grader or a 5th grader?"
I'm an adult.
"Oh. What's your skin color."
White.
"What's your favorite fruit?"
Watermelon - which actually it's a toss up between cherries, peaches and watermelon but I was under pressure!
"What's your favorite vegetable?"
Peas! I got that one right.
At this point we have both emerged from our stalls to wash our hands and there is this teeny 3rd grader going on about asparagus and isn't it just the greatest vegetable in the world? Can you count asparagus as a vegetable? I said I think we could and she gave me the biggest grin like I'd just said I have a plateful for her right there in my purse. She was a little fashion diva with her winter scarf tied around her butt and dragging on the ground and she chatted up asparagus with me all the way back to our classrooms - all the while sashaying like that scarf was the most brilliant fashion idea anyone has ever come up with and she was the first to think of it.
A few days before that, I was playing a credit game with some 18 yr old boys who were about to be out in the big wide world on their own. When I explained one of the latest credit card fraud scams to them, one of the boys said "well that's a bowl of F*%$." I have never heard it put more accurately or eloquently.
This is how I get to spend my days!
I'm an adult.
"Oh. What's your skin color."
White.
"What's your favorite fruit?"
Watermelon - which actually it's a toss up between cherries, peaches and watermelon but I was under pressure!
"What's your favorite vegetable?"
Peas! I got that one right.
At this point we have both emerged from our stalls to wash our hands and there is this teeny 3rd grader going on about asparagus and isn't it just the greatest vegetable in the world? Can you count asparagus as a vegetable? I said I think we could and she gave me the biggest grin like I'd just said I have a plateful for her right there in my purse. She was a little fashion diva with her winter scarf tied around her butt and dragging on the ground and she chatted up asparagus with me all the way back to our classrooms - all the while sashaying like that scarf was the most brilliant fashion idea anyone has ever come up with and she was the first to think of it.
A few days before that, I was playing a credit game with some 18 yr old boys who were about to be out in the big wide world on their own. When I explained one of the latest credit card fraud scams to them, one of the boys said "well that's a bowl of F*%$." I have never heard it put more accurately or eloquently.
This is how I get to spend my days!
Sunday, March 8, 2009
I'm Free!
I have been wandering around my house in seventh heaven all week. My roommate moved out and I am going it on my own! I can leave the dishes in the sink if I want to - and I do - my shoes are by the garage door - Uh oh! - and I can sleep in or wake up and vaccuume nekid at 6 am if I want. Oh the possibilities! But seriously, I'm loving being on my own. It's not lonely at all and I am happy as a clam.
Now, if only I could find the right paint color in all those cans in the garage to do touch ups in my new guest room. (I have a guest room!!) I did touch-ups last night with a big "what the - ? Crap." because it definitely was not the right color.
Still writing 15 minutes! This is record breaking for me!
Now, if only I could find the right paint color in all those cans in the garage to do touch ups in my new guest room. (I have a guest room!!) I did touch-ups last night with a big "what the - ? Crap." because it definitely was not the right color.
Still writing 15 minutes! This is record breaking for me!
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