Song of the day: Would? by Alice in Chains
Hump Day Kick Start – for your muse, a writing picture prompt, or just a visual treat.
This is an interesting picture. So much so, I had to use it for today’s prompt.
Guy. Loveseat. Water. Hmmm…. Who could our character be? Why is he lying on a battered chair? Not such a big deal, except the chair is in water. Is the water a stream or surf? Why is it there? Did his houseboat sink (the work of his angry ex) and this was the only piece of furniture he could save? Had he set up a romantic rendezvous with the love of his life, planning to propose, but she has yet to show? Who is he looking at? Maybe he is part of a crew for a movie about zombie mermaids, the cast is taking a break, and he is dreamily starting at the starlet he hopes to ask out. Does he have something in his hand? A knife? Gold? A trident?
Come on folks, use your imaginations. Love to hear your take!
MUSETRACKS 
“Like I told you, babe. I can either look like this or learn basic plumbing…”
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Bwahahahaha! That’s awesome, Kristen! Actually, it sounds just like something MY hubby would say.
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“The next time there is only ONE Black and White Cookie left and Will tells me it’s for The Pistol, I think I’ll listen to him…..”
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LOL! And just imagine how *I* feel, Will.
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I’m sensing theme here, William.
😉
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Yup, Sarah. It’s a theme he’s got going on. It’s somewhat of a private joke.
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Jenn, dear, stop giving so many options in your writing prompt, because they are THEN ones that I cannot adopt as my own. Imagine my dismay just now when I looked at the picture and immediately thought: Star of a zombie mermaid flick, for sure. In the movie his houseboat sank and this is all he has left, but no worries- he’s waiting to propose to his dream girl (whom he’s staring at.) AND he’s holding a trident in his hand, hidden in the surf.
The perfect story.
And now I have to think up something else.
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Ahh…so, so sorry, Sarah. I didn’t mean to cramp your muse’s style. ;-D
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Been a while since I did this, so here goes
Damn, the river is rising and I’m frozen, the witch stole my powers and left me. Perhaps I shouldn’t have flirted with the Pixie. But what the hell, her little pink wings just turned me on. At least the water is warm. Guess I’ll just have to wait until the it unfreezes me and my powers return. Then it’s after that saucy little witch and make her pay
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Now, just how much time do I have, Ruth? Can he stay frozen like that for a little longer while, um, reaarange him? LOL!
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OMG–They’re bringing back Man from Atlantis–Venice Edition
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HAHA! Good one, Kristen.
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Reblogged this on Dara Rochlin Book Doctor.
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Thanks, Dara! 😀
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Poor Ned.
He’d been looking forward to this keg party for a week.
His girlfriend, Prissilla, forbade it, but he knew she’d be out of town the entire weekend, so Ned went ahead with his plans. A dozen guys, six kegs, a truck load of chips and dip. Three football games to watch. What could go wrong?
Well, for one thing, Prissilla got home early. Pitched a fit. Pulled out her .357 magnum and shot each keg (with a small entrance hole and larger exit hole in each keg, the brew flew).
Within fifteen minutes Ned’s apartment was flooded in beer.
Prissilla’s revolver was empty and she was out the door.
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Wait. What? 12 guys 6 kegs? Um…that’s 1 keg between 2 guys each. Holy cow! LOL! I’m siding with Ned on this one. (Crappy name, BTW) I’d say Prissilla is guilty of alcohol abuse. HAHA! Another great one, Jeff. You make me proud!
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still figuring that Sarah will come along and beat my entry
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Nah…she already said I took all the great ideas. Ha!
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oh, I thought she meant that she’d be back when she thought of something
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