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Suzie’s House 506: … Of Minds

Lisa caught herself biting her lips and made herself stop. These were her friends. They might be a little strict about how the video came out – kind of like before when Tracy wanted something more even though she wasn’t real clear just what – but they wouldn’t be nasty about it.

Which only made it all the worse if they didn’t like what she had done. She sat at the dining room table in Ben’s house with her laptop loaded and all the members of the band standing behind her. One finger hovered over the left-click mouse button.

“Wait!” She pulled her finger back. “Ben helped a lot with the storyboard. He should be…”

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After a Very Long Flight

“We were lucky! We got the fanciest hotel room in the city!” Jane looked smug as she threw her suitcase on the only luggage rack in the rather ordinary looking place.

“I’m beat,” Marge muttered. “I just want a long, hot soak in a tub.”

“Tub? Oh.” Jane backed away from the bathroom door. There was only room inside for a tiny shower. “They don’t really do tubs in Iceland. You’re supposed to go to a public bath.”

Marge flopped onto a bed, too tired to deal with it. Half asleep, she rolled over, and fell off.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
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Suzie’s House 505 : Meeting …

Lisa already had the music video loaded up on her laptop by the time the members of the band arrived at Ben’s house. She’d rushed over even before Ben, then ended up sitting in the dining room with Miranda.

“They’re late.” Miranda had her own laptop up and loaded.

“Not really. I got out of class a few minutes early and came straight over. Shouldn’t you be at work?” Lisa tapped her fingernails on the table next to her laptop and leaned into the palm of her other hand.

“This is work. I have another meeting across town in an hour. How much longer….”

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Vacation

“Do you have to go?” Fred eyed the growing mound of paperwork.

“I lost the bet.” Marge finished printing off her flight confirmation. “Believe me. I don’t want to travel with Jane anymore, but what can I do?”

“Did you have to make the bet?”

“If I won… I really wanted that mask….” Marge looked thoughtful for a minute, then grabbed her flight bag from under her desk. “I’ve won so many bets; reached the top of the Rock of Gibraltar; found small steps in the temples of Indonesia. Who knew there aren’t any non-volcanic rock in Iceland!?”

The door closed behind her before he could offer overtime.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: CEAyr

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Suzie’s House 504 : Giggling with the Girls

“Are you sure it’ll be alright?” Katy kind of smirked a little as she asked. She already had her backpack full of school books slung over one shoulder.

Alisha smirked back, but Kate didn’t have the heart to play along. Instead, she focused on putting away the pens and notebooks and stuff on her desk.

There was a band meeting tonight. She knew she should go, but did it really make a difference? It wasn’t like she’d speak up even if she ever actually did have an opinion on anything the band did. Still, to skip out entirely made her feel a bit like a good girl playing truant. Like she was somehow in the wrong.

“Right. Will your boyfriend really let you play around like this?” Alisha’s smirk got sharper.

“What?” Her boyfriend? It took Kate a minute to remember she had one.

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Suzie’s House 503 : Kicking It With the Home Boys

Posers, the lot of them. Still, Bruce knew better than anyone that he shouldn’t have forgotten all about his crew.

The thing was, he put that gang together after his previous band blew up – back when he hated the world and everything in it. At the time he’d thought his life was already all over. Without music, what was he? A boy with a bad attitude.

Every last man in his gang knew how to fight. They couldn’t get in if they couldn’t both take and give a punch,. Some were pretty good with knives, too. And one claimed he could get his hands on a gun, though none of them ever really saw it.

They weren’t the kind of guys you just walked away from.

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Call Home

“I don’t see Mom anywhere.” Alicia stopped so suddenly that her suitcase rolled right into her. “What do we do?”

“Call her. Maybe she’s on her way.” Chloe stepped around Alicia, letting her own suitcase come to a natural stop right before the baggage claim exit.

“I can’t! My battery is dead.”

“I’m sure we can find a….”

“You’re right! There’s a pay phone right there!” Alicia ran off.

Chloe had actually been thinking about pulling a MacGyver in an airport shop, but this would do.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: J Hardy Carroll

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Suzie’s House 502 : Steps

Emma fell asleep in math class. She couldn’t remember having ever fallen asleep in school before. But then, she’d never stayed up until nearly dawn learning self defense moves either.

But that wasn’t really the thing. A year ago she would have been too uptight to fall asleep no matter how tired she got. Nor was it the self defense lessons, though they certainly didn’t hurt. It was the conversation she’d had with Trent, Sonoma, and Drew afterwards.

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Suzie’s House 501: A Hand in the Cookie Jar

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“A singer! What a wonderful choice!” Sonoma beamed her approval across the kitchen table at Emma. Trent nodded agreement.

Emma knew she shouldn’t take it too personally. She had only known the old couple for a matter of hours. Still. She couldn’t help grinning under her blush. She might not need their approval – as they would be the first to say – but she sure liked it.

If it hadn’t been the middle of the night in Mrs. H’s house, she’d have burst into song to demonstrate.

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Suzie’s House 500 : Rights

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“When you catch yourself thinking the kind of stupid things your brother would say, tell yourself, ‘I have a right to be myself. Nothing anyone says can change that.’” He made air quotes.

“You’ll probably have to tell yourself a lot of times.” Sonoma agreed. “Along with things like, “I have a right to be here.” “I have a right to be heard.” and “I have a right to be loved.”

“But… What if I don’t?” Emma’s voice rose enough to make her throat hurt. She couldn’t think of an example right off the top of her head, but Emma was pretty there were limits. It was all kind of murky.

“Dear.” Trent patted her hand. “You always have all of those rights.”

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Suzie’s House 499 : Midnight with Cookies

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Sonoma. What a weird name. Emma lay on the bed in Miranda’s room and stared at the ceiling. The room smelled of shoes.

Emma always thought Miranda didn’t like her. But as soon as she found out about Emma and the thing with her brother, Miranda cleared the piles of clothes and shoes off the bed in her room. The place was a kaleidoscopic mess – like one huge walk in closet turned inside out.

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Suzie’s House 498 : Shelter from the Storm

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The girl gaped adorably as she stared across the den at them. Sonoma had always found that lost waif look appealing. Knowing what little she did about Emma, Sonoma felt compelled to do everything she could to help.

Trent smiled and gave her hand a squeeze – his signal that he totally understood her feelings, and would back her up. The two of them had encountered waifs any number of times over the fifty plus years of their union.

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Suzie’s House 497 : Decayed Fears

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“You’re Jim’s sister? You poor thing.” The old man shook his head.

Emma stood in Mrs. H’s den like a stupid deer. She couldn’t decide if she should stare at Drew or the old man and old woman so she tried to do both and probably looked like a total derp face.

“It’s alright,” Drew said. “They’re harmless.” He gestured at a chair next to her. He was already sitting in the one opposite of her. The old couple had the couch.

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Suzie’s House 496 : Shelter From the Thorn

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“Why? I’m not saying let’s go back to the park. I’m saying why did we have to leave when the sun is still up.” Lisa meant for the question to go to the entire band though she looked at Bruce as they hustled along to Ben’s house.

“Like I said already, we’ll talk about it when we get to the house.”

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Ticking Clocks

Alice slaved over the numbers. Every time the equity balanced, the income didn’t. Without even this rudimentary level of accounting, how could she hope to complete the tax forms? Finally finished, she double checked the address. The likelihood that congress would chose to change something so basic was low, but the laws change every year. Best to check.

Yep. Same address as the last ten years. Her eyes slid down the instructions by a few paragraphs. There the changes for the year listed something she hadn’t worried about. The date for filing had been changed. The new date? Yesterday.

The Challenge: Write a story of 100 words based on a photo
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Photo credit: Jennifer Pendergast

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