For a Sourpuss

Here is Wendy Errington’s great entry for Week#55  on the 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups. It’s slightly different this week as writers have to match the picture with a suitable wording to go into a birthday card!  Do pop over to Julia’s Place and see the other entries!


Evil cackling heard from behind the Catty Card Category alerted Sam that someone had found the perfect card.

“That’ll be £2.99 please…thank you.”

“It’s just what I’m looking for!”

As Sam slid the card into the paper bag she read:

“You look all done up like a dog’s dinner, rather than the cat that got the cream –

Happy Birthday Sister!”

Another satisfied customer she mused. 




Gifts to be Treasured

Another contribution for 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups from Wendy Errington. The theme was Legacy. Do pop over the Julia’s Place for some more entries! 


I’m heading to London next weekend to stay with Tom. He started a new job as a doctor the other week and moved in with his girlfriend. When he was five he once said – “You don’t tell me what to do, my brain does!” It still makes me smile.

Megan has just got in from babysitting. She has an early shift at work tomorrow. She’s a very efficient waitress in a restaurant. Bossy actually! When she got in, she said it had taken her 3 attempts to park the car outside. I smile.

My son and daughter are my legacy.   




Dilemmas of a 50 something!


This is another entry from Wendy Errington for the 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups over at Julia’s Place. Each week a prompt is posted for those over 16 to produce a creative piece using only 100words. Therompt for this week is in blue. Do make sue you visit the other entries!


So I’m new to this. I’ve been viewing and winking …and scrolling through pages of men. But nothing really has caught my eye.

This online dating malarkey is really proving to be difficult. I mean, first of all there was “My Ad” to write with a word limit and the agony of which photo to use! I needed the obligatory head shot. Which is my best side?

And as a picture paints a thousand words then do I include one of me on my bike, on holiday in Filey, my parrot, me white water rafting or abseiling or sleeping? Or would seven prove to be too much?




As Witnessed

This is the first post from Wendy Errington for the 100 Word Challenge over at Julia’s Place. The prompt is in blue. Please pop over and read the rest! 


And together the flames of the crowd put a fire in their bellies. They fought and they ran and they rowed and they cycled and they sailed. The furnace roared and burned all night. They forged and they carved and they moulded. Black ink on pages will not do justice to the flames licking and the sweat streaming.

Thunder rolled and hailstones snapped and cracked outside as I witnessed them fight, run, row, cycle, sail. And together the flames forged sixteen solid gold coins, strung on purple braid – adorned around the neck of swift gods. True, forever, burning bright!    




This post is from Dancing in the Rain for Week #49 of the 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups.It is a dedication to all her sports mad family anf friends!

You can see the others over at Julia’s Place. The prompt is in blue.


Murray was just about to serve for the Championship when the doorbell rang.  She pressed the pause button viciously with a barely muted “s**t”.  Precariously balancing a myriad of luggage on the doorstep was Tom, with Carmela, his Spanish bride-to-be.  “Thanks a lot, Mum”, he muttered. “We decided to get a taxi. You didn’t answer your mobile or the house phone.”  She flapped her hands helplessly, knowing how important this first meeting at the airport was supposed to have been.  “Well, you know what I’m like when Wimbledon’s on. I’d forget my head if it was loose”.  And with a backwards glance, “Come on in – I put it on pause……”.

I Blame It on the Dog by Kriss Akabusi

Here is another guest post but this time from Kriss Akabusi, the Olmpic runner! He got the bug when he wrote 100 words for the children’s prompt about the Olympics. Here is his contribution for ‘I blamed it on the dog’.



A hard day at work right into the night, my neck, my muscles they feel so tight.

long drive out of town, many people all so shrill, thank God for the peace over that Chiltern


Arrive at home familiar noise through The Hall, I never have to give those hounds a call.

Zen, Shabba, Roxy nose pressed to the doors, eagerly waiting, a menage of swirling


Open the gate slip into Rushmere Park, a wonderful Oasis in the middle of the dark.

Navigating, fields, streams, woods & a fallen log, I’m lost in Nirvana & I blame it on the




Do pop over to Julia’s Place and read the other entries! 


Dog Food!

This is another piece from Ros Wilson for this week’s 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups. The prompt was ‘I blame it on the dog’. Ros and her pooch are very close so this is one for 4Legs! 



Wrinkling my nose with distaste, I scooped out putrid dog food while 4 Legs wagged his tail in anticipation. As I was placing it on the floor the ‘phone rang.                                                             

“Michael Gove here.”                                                                                                                  

I gasped in amazement and fumes from the meat made me cough.                                              

   “I rang because your letter said you had interesting suggestions for what to do with my Grammar Programme for 11 year olds.” 

I continued spluttering.                                                                         

 “Are you alright?” asked Mr Gove

Mr. Gove,” I replied. “If you dole out tripe you are bound to cause a stink.”

The phone went dead…I blame the dog…



Do pop over to Julia’s Place to read some tales of dogs in the house!