Not For Girls

Jessica resisted the urge to stamp her foot. Her brother had received another train set, an early birthday present from Grandma who lived down South. He eyed her suspiciously.

“Don’t even bother Jessica…. It’s not for girls!!”

Seemed like nothing was for girls, none of the good stuff anyway. Was his Cowboy dolls really that different from her Barbie dolls? Or train toys that much different from her pram toys? His always seemed to be so much more fun.

Dinosaur Photo by Yinglan

Dinosaur Photo by Yinglan

 

She stomped upstairs and planted herself down heavily on the step. As she did the linen closet behind her creaked open. Jessica glanced around, she wasn’t allowed in there, but the corner of a box that poked out from underneath the towels had caught her eye. She checked no one was watching, and slid out the box, tucking it under her arm she rushed to her room to admire her treasure.

Her brother didn’t have one of these, surely that meant it wasn’t just for boys. Jessica grinned as she unpacked the dinosaur and began using it to attack her Barbies.


Originally Written in response to FFfAW using the photo above, combined with my #Maydays prompt – Let’s hear it for the girls.

Marylin Monroe - Quote.

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#Maydays Prompt – Let’s hear it for the girls

“I believe a strong woman may be stronger than a man.”
― John Steinbeck

Marylin Monroe - Quote.

For today’s #maydays prompt its time for a bit of girl power! Make the female featured in your post strong. Maybe it’s someone you know or idolise if so time to tell them! Let’s hear it for the girls…

Remember you can write a memory, short flash fiction, poetry or whatever may take your fancy and pingback here so that I can pop by and visit you. Don’t forget to TAG your prompt #maydays too.

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Big thank you to yesterday’s #Maydayers who took a flight, a fall or a leap:

Fly Away – ladyleemanila

#Maydays Prompt – Flying without Wings | Morpethroad

Fall Down Seven Times Stand Up Eight – New2Writing

#Maydays Prompt – Flying without Wings

“He who leaps for the sky may fall, it’s true. But he may also fly.” Chalie Leaping
― Lauren Oliver, Delirium

For today’s #maydays prompt may your character take a flight, a fall or a leap (real or metaphorical).

Remember you can write a memory, short flash fiction, poetry or whatever may take your fancy and pingback here so that I can pop by and visit you. Don’t forget to TAG your prompt #maydays too.

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Big thank you to yesterday’s #Maydayers who went into Battle with the Battlestations prompt:

Oh We’re Not Gonna Take It! – ladyleemanila

#Maydays Prompt – Battlestations | Morpethroad

Maydays: Fiction – Part 2 – After The Plane Crash #Maydays – Mandibelle16

#Maydays Prompt – Battlestations

“You may encounter many defeats, but you must not be defeated.” ― Maya Angelou

dog battle funny

Image Courtesy of Facebook

For today’s #maydays prompt it’s time to capture an epic battle. May your best man win!

Remember you can write a memory, short flash fiction, poetry or whatever may take your fancy and pingback here so that I can pop by and visit you. Don’t forget to TAG your prompt #maydays too.

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#Maydays Prompt – Teddy Time

“If the person you are talking to doesn’t appear to be listening, be patient. It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear.”
― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

Winnie the Pooh

For today’s #maydays prompt it’s teddy time. Tell us about the bear in your life. Real or fictional you may decide.

Remember you can write a memory, short flash fiction, poetry or whatever may take your fancy and pingback here so that I can pop by and visit you. Don’t forget to TAG your prompt #maydays too.

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Grandma’s Secret – #Writephoto

Emma wandered around her grandma’s room listening to her snoring on the bed. She hadn’t been able to sleep and Grandma often made her feel better, but listening to her soothing snores Emma hadn’t the heart to wake her. Emma furrowed her brow a little while watching her Grandma sleep, she seemed so old and frail now.

After Emma crept over to Grandma’s window-seat and pulling the curtains a little sat a while staring at the starry night sky. Absentmindedly while daydreaming, Emma had begun to swing her legs, in a panic she realised she had made a noise against the window seat but the noise was not a wooden knock, it was the rattle of metal.

Chest Photo Courtesy of Sue Vincent – Daily Echo

Chest Photo courtesy of Sue Vincent @ Daily Echo

Emma lowered herself to the floor and began pulling the cushions from the seat and opened the curtains to let in a little more light. Her mouth dropped open as she realised it was a beautiful old chest with ornate locks. “My God…” Emma whispered into the darkness, not able to stop herself.

“So, you have found my secret, have you Emma?” Emma spun around to find her Grandma sat up in the bed. Grandma walked towards her, lifting a shiny key from around her neck. “Come my dear, I think it’s time I tell you the truth about how I really survived the war.”


Originally written in response to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt – with the an ornate chest that just begs to be asked questions (pictured above) –  combined with my own #maydays prompt. Check them out for a fabulous collection of tales and maybe some inspiration for your own blog too.

KL❤