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Godafoss Waterfall

Godafoss aka Waterfall of the Gods got it’s name when one of the Iceland’s parliament members threw his Norse god statues into the waterfall to show his devotion when Christianity was adopted as the official religion in 1000. It is glacier run off that falls 40 feet to pool.

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Minimum Wage

Ted swore. The little wooden disk he’d just made split in half under the drill, flying off to hit the wall. That made three failures. Could he fill Ruth’s order in time? She hadn’t even argued over his ten dollar charge.

Ten minutes and an angry gardener chasing to get the branches. Five minutes running branches through the table saw but all day fixing the machine Five minutes on the grinder with twenty buttons lost and back to the saw. Varnish still to go. Did drying time count?

“I’m so glad I’m not a wage slave getting paid by the hour,” he told himself.

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

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Sex on the Moon by Ben Mezrich

It had to be the strangest getaway in history.

(snip)

Between the lights he had to keep the jeep at an agonizing five miles per hour, a veritable crawl along the desolate, rain-swept streets of the tightly controlled compound.

1:40 to 2:24 audiobook time.

The non-fiction story of a man who stole moon rocks from NASA

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Stykkisholmur to Akureyri

This day we spent as much time traveling from one hotel to another as taking in the local attractions. So, only three stops.

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After the Hurricane

“Hi, John. So this is your new place?”Ashley picked her way through the building debris. “I feel for you. It’s going to take a lot of work.”

“Too true.” John nodded.

“If only that pesky hurricane hadn’t hit last month…”

“Hurricane? No, that wasn’t what went wrong. It was the bank. They are foreclosing on me. I’m just here to make sure they get their money’s worth.” He hefted a sledgehammer.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Sandra Crook

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Dragon Blood by Patricia Briggs

Audio-book location 8:43:03

It is one of those lessons that every child should learn. Don’t play with fire, sharp objects, or ancient artifacts.

And also at 00:00:17

It takes many years and dedication to produce a competent torturer. Young men just don’t want to take the time to learn the craft.

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Suzie’s House 519 : C’est Moi

Emma suffered one of those heart-stopping moments when she knew with absolute certitude she was going to do something stupid. A part of her was terrified what Berth would think of Bruce, or – worse – what Bruce would think of Emma for making a friend outside the band.

But she had to do something. Beth was looking at Bruce with half hero worship and half confusion; and Bruce was looking at Beth with that fake bemusement he got when he was about to be really rude.

“B-Beth, this is B-Bruce.” Emma flapped her hand from one to the other and back like they were sitting in a drawing room with a fancy tea set and everything instead of standing in the middle of the hall at school, waiting for the teachers to come out and yell at them that the bell was about to ring and why weren’t they moving already. “Bruce, this is my friend from English class. And some others.”

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Icelandic Horses

We spent much of the middle of the day at a ranch. I’m not sure if they make more money from selling their horses to points all around the world, or taking in tourists. They certainly had a practiced set up.

First we ate lunch, which consisted of the usual fair – salad bar, great bread, soup, and sliced meat. We were told the meat was horse, but it tasted just like beef. Yes, I am the kind of person who could happily eat Flicka.

We were then herded out onto the porch which was in the process of being converted into bleachers to watch the show. They brought out three horses and literally put them through their paces – running them around a track over and over.
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Inside Joke

“Let’s ride the Whirly-Whirl!” Alicia pulled on Sally’s hand.

“You mean the Hurly-Hurl? No way. Let’s just go back to the bumper cars.”

“Come on. I’m tired of bumper cars. Besides. We always ride the Whirly-Whirl. It’s tradition.” Alicia tugged harder.

“Every time you sit on the inside I end up cleaning my clothes in the bathroom. The only way I’d ride that with you is if you sit on the outside.”

“Okay!”

Afterward Alicia wiped her mouth in mortification while Sally laughed.

“That was worth it,” Alicia giggled. “The expressions on the faces of the people coming toward us….”

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

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The Elite by Kiera Cass

I’ve shown you so many of my secrets, defended you in every way I can, but when you aren’t pleased with me, you act rashly. You shut me out, blame me, or most impressively, try to change the entire country.

At minute 7:30:36

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The Life of Pi by by Yann Martel

Once, there was lightning.

(clip)

The water was shot through with what looked like white roots. Briefly, a great celestial tree stood in the ocean.

I had never imagined such a thing was possible – lightning striking the sea.

Min 8:46:36.

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Suzie’s House 518 : In the Intersection of Hallways

Bruce caught sight of Emma in the halls of the high school. He just happened to glance to his left, down the T-intersection, to see her coming out of one classroom while he was heading straight toward another.

Though they went to the same school, they were on different tracks, so he hardly ever saw much of her. Or anyone else in the band. Her worst of all because she didn’t even have lunch with them.

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Waterfall and Rainbow

We made another stop not long after we left the Erik the Red Museum. At first it wasn’t much to look at. This wasn’t in the printed itinerary, but was well worth the stop. As to what it’s called? This was the last sign (Below) I saw before we reached it. Your guess is as good as mine.

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Dragon Bones

Every step the white knight took sent chiming accusations throughout the valley of dragon bones. The musical sound of bone under foot or clanking ribs hanging about his numb shoulders should have called a guardian. Last year the knight killed him.

Once he’d slain the last dragon, the knight entered the treasure room to find only a diary. It was written by a dragon. This year, having read the book, the knight came with a bouquet to pay homage.

If only he had known before he’d made a career of murder that dragons are people too.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Roger Bultot

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The Wolf of Wall Street by Jordan Belfort

At 91%

I had the owner, the unreachable, the one and only Doug Talbot, as my best buddy. And every patient and staff member knew it as well. The wolf was ready to bare his fangs, even in rehab.

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