Kat's writing assignments!
The Prompts:
1.) For your birthday a sibling has decided to have the first six months of your blog printed and bound. Write a forward for the book.
2.) Write a 26-line poem using all the letters of the alphabet, where the first line starts with the letter "A," the second "B," the third "C," etc., culminating with the final line starting with "Z."
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3.) Start your story with, "In retrospect, I wouldn't say it was my best idea." And end it with, "And that's how I attempted to make this world a better place.
(writersdigest.com)
4.) What would the truth have done? Write about a time when honesty was NOT the best policy.
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5.) What made your childhood bearable? Write about it.
(writingfix.com)
The Prompts:
1.) For your birthday a sibling has decided to have the first six months of your blog printed and bound. Write a forward for the book.
2.) Write a 26-line poem using all the letters of the alphabet, where the first line starts with the letter "A," the second "B," the third "C," etc., culminating with the final line starting with "Z."
(writersdigest.com)
3.) Start your story with, "In retrospect, I wouldn't say it was my best idea." And end it with, "And that's how I attempted to make this world a better place.
(writersdigest.com)
4.) What would the truth have done? Write about a time when honesty was NOT the best policy.
(writingfix.com)
5.) What made your childhood bearable? Write about it.
(writingfix.com)
I've decided to write a poem about a messed up thing I did. Rhonda style.
Almost all alone one night while
Bride and groom were dancing,
Curiosity got the best of me and
Darned near ended in alcohol poisoning.
Ever tried vodka straight up?
Frig, I had not a clue!
Giggles upon giggles came bubbling out
Heaves and vomit too.
I, apparently, was drunk, you see.
Just me, and a wee babe I was caring for.
Karma's a bitch and I was terrified when
Little Danielle came a'babysitting at MY door.
My alcohol cupboards were cleaned out,
Nothing there to tempt her.
Only chips and pop and baby formula
Perhaps a movie all about nature.
Quaking and frightened I left her alone
Resisted running home early to catch
Sambuca shots a flowing.
Thankfully it went well under her watch.
Unto me Karma was kind and smiling,
Victory was mine.
What did I do to deserve such favor?
Xus paid happily, feeling fine!
You'll be happy to know the wee babe in my charge
Zarape wrapped snuggly around her,
Slept through the whole darned debacle
And me? It was a hard lesson learned.
The child I was babysitting that night was the daughter of the bride and groom. They came home to puke everywhere and an empty 60 oz bottle of vodka. Not my finest moment. However, I did, inadvertently, make my brothers seem THAT much better for the next very long while.
And I truly was terrified the first time I needed a babysitter for my precious children! I thought experimenting like that was totally normal and Karma was going to make sure I came home to the same thing. Perhaps Karma will show her ugly face in my own children to make me the parent that has to endure such terrible teenagers!!
Sorry Mom!
10 comments:
Oh My, I can imagine the crappy feeling. after you got over the crappy feeling that is. Lesson learned?
And kudos for being so creative in writing that. BRAVO! Every letter no less......
Have a great day!
Drunk is never fun alone. nice story.
Oh no........did they actually pay you?
I guess it was not your finest moment. But as you said....a lesson learned. :)
Oh, I was just cringing as I visualized them coming home to you! The things we do that we should know better than to do, but for whatever reason we don't, so we do them anyway ...
I'm just glad you learned your lesson!
lol! How old were you? I'm picturing a 12 year old...
You emptied out the bottle, my stomach is churning just picturing it.
Omg! It is a wonder you didn't poison yourself!
I have Flat Stanley and the journal...where is he headed next?
Oh my, that poem was extraordinary Rhonda! Oh dear that is one story no-one would ever let you forget. My first big drinking session was while on a school excursion. We visited a winery and claimed to be buying alcohol for our parents. Not sure how they let us given we were all underage. We all got drunk and disruptive and the whole class was suspended..safety in numbers. Loved your story and yes I am sure your own will have a similar tale to tell.
Ah yes. Not your finest hour. Nor mine the next morning when I found out. Sadly, you did get paid but had to give the $20 back, along with $60 more for cleaning the carpet and the couch. Ah yes. Not your finest hour. Nor mine. But the poem was great! Nice work.
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