SoCS/ Friday fictioneers~Buyer’s remorse #SoCS #Fridayfictioneers

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“D’oh!” Jenkins said smacking his hand against his head in shock. He had always wanted to own a big machine.  One that was at forefront of technology in the manufacturing world. Sales representatives had pitched him this product as the future of wardrobe manufacturing. Jenkins gleefully purchased it, sight unseen. After the device was installed,  Jenkins went to go see it in action.  His excitement quickly turned to regret upon seeing the results of his purchase. The Ultravox3000 was indeed the most advanced device of its type, being able to quickly produce a single shoelace of impeccable quality.

(95 words)

For Friday Fictioneers prompt and SoCS Saturday.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 30/19

29 March 2019

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Quality Issue: Genre Writing Challenge #25~#epistolary fiction #

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March 20, 1974

Dear Mr. Stillson,

We recently received a complaint from Richard Daily, a sales representative from our east coast division. Mr. Daily claims that on a recent visit to your office, a Miss Doris Berg assaulted him with various office supplies. Apparently, Miss Berg was “outraged” over the quality of our newest model of typewriter.

Thomson office equipment has been the leading supplier of quality typewriters for over eighty years. We pride ourselves on the workmanship that goes into every product and find these claims of the quality of our latest typewriter to be unsubbscated.

Our partnership with your firm has been long and successful. It would be most unfortunate if we were to drop you as a client should this matter not be addressed.

We cannot have our loyal associates assaulted in any way by anyone connected with your agency.

Please advise us of whatever disciplinary actions are being taken against Miss. Berg. We want this matter settled before any legal actions are taken.

Sincerely,

Franklin J. Thomson, President and CEO, Thomson Office Equipment

March 23, 1974

Dear Mr. Thomson,

As I am well aware of the incident that happened at my office between Miss Berg and Mr. Daily, I would hardly call it an “assault”. She merely verbally accosted him about the quality of your latest typewriter.

Regardless, Miss Berg was in the wrong and I will address this with her directly. As far as any disciplinary actions against her, I will only do so if you are dissatisfied with the formal apology that I will have Miss Berg herself send to you.

Thank you for contacting me on this matter. Miss Berg’s correspondence will arrive in your office within the next few days.

Sincerely,

Jack Stillson, Stillson Accounting agency.

March 27, 1974

Dea M Thom on,

It i with my ince ent intent, to give you my deepe t apologie . I t uly meant no di re pect to M . Daily. I wa f u t ated about not being able to d aft a lette fo Mr. chone . The ” ” and ” ” do not wo k on you late te t typew ite . It i quite tre ful fo a ec eta y to not do he job. I t uly hope M .Daily wa not ha med in any way by my e atic behaviou . I hope you find thi apology to be to you ati faction in eading it a it s wa in typing it.

incerely,

Do is Be g

March 28, 1974

Dear Mr. Stillson,

Upon reading the letter from Miss. Berg, we will no longer be pursuing this matter any further. Additionally, there is no need to enforce any disciplinary actions aganst Miss Berg. We will be recalling our latest model of typewriter for “quality issues”. Thank you for bringing this to my attention.

Sincerely,

Franklin J. Thomson, President and CEO, Thomson Ofiice Equipment

Written for The Haunted Wordsmith’s Genre Writing #25 prompt

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Destroyer~#50wordthurs #themagicshop

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The concert was a real disappointment for Eric and Brian. Despite free admittance from Marcus, a promoter buddy of theirs, they both sat there silently embarrassed.

The band performing was ‘Air Supply’. Marcus fooled them into thinking it would be ‘KISS’ and they both showed in full face KISS makeup.

(50 words)

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Written for 50 Word Thursday #13

Molly’s Wonder Pt.2~ #FOWC #Fandago #themagicshop

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“This really is so unfair” Stewart thought as he continued to push along the large canvas cart filled with dirty prison linens.  Despite knowing that someday he would be released, laundry detail was Stewart’s life now.  He was serving a thirty year sentence for what Stewart confessed to be merely “having fun with children”. In actuality it was a felony charge for child abduction.

“Molly was having such a good time, too”  Stewart reminisced about her smile, which was the brightest one Stewart had seen in comparison to all the other kids he had been with.

He pushed his cart into the laundry room at Lynchwood State correctional facility.  It was a large tan room filled with industrial size washing machines.  A single prison guard stood at the far end of the room, watching Stewart closely as he entered. The emptiness of the laundry room surprised Stewart. Usually there were a few inmates in here during this time of day. He stopped at the first machine, opened it’s door and started pulling the soiled sheets out of the cart.

“It’s a small world in this place” A low, gravely voice spoke from behind Stewart. He spun around quickly in conditioned fear since he had been incarcerated. It was another inmate that he had seen occasionally out in the courtyard during recreational time. He towered over Stewart with a face covered in scars and tattoos.

“Hey ya, Stewarty- See dat guard over there?”  His eyes pointed over in the direction of the unflinching guard standing against the wall. Stewart cocked his head and glanced over. He could feel the sweat from his forehead slowly starting to drip unto the pile of dirty linens.

“Would you believe that same guard”  he leaned down and looked directly into Stewart’s face.  His eyes unflinching as Stewart’s were erratically darting.

“That guard is…Molly’s Uncle?” He grinned at Stewart and then thrusted a makeshift shiv directly into Stewart’s neck.  Blood splattered across the dirty sheets as Stewart’s body slowly slumped to the ground. His final image being of the guard across the room, staring directly back at him and then walking away as if nothing happened.

“This really ..wasn’t fair”  Was Stewart’s final thought as his head turned itself down into the cement floor and his eyes closed. The inmate dropped the shiv and left the room, knowing it wasn’t up to him to clean up this mess….his job was done.

Written for Famdago’s FOWC prompt- Release

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Flash Fiction Challenge -The Winning Prize~ #Fandago #FOWC #99-word-fiction

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It didn’t really matter to Warden Jonas who won the fight. As long as he got himself a good show and one less prisoner to feed, that’s all he cared about. Things got dull out here at the Arizona prison camp.  Ain’t nothing but heat and snakes.  This contest between two thirsty men was the only excitement. Jonas would pick two men, throw them in a hot box for a week and then let them at each other’s throats. Damn fools would kill each other for the winning prize.  Some extra paltry meal rations and a bucket of cold water.

(99 words)

Inspired by Charli’s 99 – word fiction prompt for March 21 and Fandago’s FOWC prompt -“Paltry”

 

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50- Word Thursday # 12~The Race #themagicshop #50WordThurs

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Jesus,  Buddha, Allah, Shiva and other deities were sitting around simply bored. They had created everything and Now, they just watched over their universe.

They decided to start challenging themselves to different games for amusement.

Today, they ran along the surface of Mother earth’s oceans in one miraculous race.

(49 words)

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Written for The Haunted Wordsmith’s 50 Word Thursday Prompt

The Mann of Danger~#MarchWriting #Genre-writing

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Secret Agent Rick Mann had been caught once again

By trusting someone who he thought was a friend

He was the spy that always got the job done

Danger to him was just a form of fun

Being held captive was nothing new

It’s happened before when his identity became true

This time he was stopped by the assassins of Dr. Pain

Each one was armed with weapons to injure or maim

Rocket launching ladies and gals with sharp swords

Mann was sure to be heading up to his final rewards

Of course, he escaped avoiding any irrefutable harm

He simply defeated those women with his irresistable charm

 

Inspired by prompts from- The Haunted Wordsmith’s Genre Writing Challenge# 18 and March Writing Prompts – Rocket launching ladies – Day 21/31

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100WW – Molly’s wonder~#themagicshop #100ww

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“This is a pretty place” Molly said,  her eyes widened with wonder. “I’ve never been here before”.

Stewart smiled down at her.  He loved being able to see her face so closely,  it was angelic.

“Well,  you’re here now” Stewart whispered ” We’re going to see lots of beautiful places”.

Molly gave him a slight smile. They continued to sit there,  oblivious to the state troopers silently walking up behind them.

Up until five hours ago, Molly had never met Stewart. But, he knew her quite well from the playground where he watched her everyday.

Molly would sit with Stewart no more.

(100 words)

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Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl.

 

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Genre Challenge #15 ~ Missing Cries #genre-writing #daily-prompt

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It had been five years since Elaine Simmons  had been admitted into Bellevue Memorial psychiatric hospital.  She sat there now in the living area as other non-violent  patients were allowed to walk around freely.  Elaine hadn’t made much progress in her rehabilitation here at the hospital. She was court ordered to be admitted here, after the incident at the ‘Smiles for Awhile’ daycare center drove her clinical insane.

Six years ago, Elaine was a functioning academic professional and business owner.  The “Smiles for a while” daycare center that she owned was quite well-known and successful throughout all of Sussex county.  Parents from all different towns felt comfortable in dropping off their children at a place that was safe, affordable and convenient. Elaine herself was a parent of a twenty-seven year old daughter, Lisa, who also worked at the center.  The interior rooms of the center were decorated in bright,  joyous colors of yellows and pastel blues.  When you walked into the front foyer, (after being cleared by the staff via close-circuit cameras) a large painting of a flourishing green tree welcomed you.  The Words, “It’s time to smile! Won’t you stay with us for a while?”  were written on the tree’s bark.  For 11 years, Elaine took in infants from six months old up to children aged six into a place of pure joy and imagination. Former students (now Teenagers) would often come back to visit, reminiscing about the very special time they had  there. Elaine and her daycare center had made a genuinely positive impact on the lives of many people for years to come.

Then, the babies disappeared.

It was a typical busy Thursday in April when it happened.  The nursery room that watched the babies had five infants being cared for that day by long time employee, Mrs. Rosemarie Jameson.  She was a registered Nurse with a master’s degree in child psychology.   Elaine had hired Rosemarie as her first employee when she initially opened the school simply based on her work experience and bubbly personality.  For years, Rosemarie received nothing but praise and respect from parents for the level of care that she had joyfully given all their children under the age of eight months.

One spring morning,  Rosemarie left the room to go get more diapers from the adjoining supply room.  In multiple accounts and sworn testimonies from Rosemarie before she committed suicide, she had stated that she literally left the room for less than ten minutes. When she returned back with an arm full of diapers, all five cribs were now empty and all the infants had vanished.

It didn’t take long for Elaine Simmons’s world to completely unravel after the news became public. Every possible explanation had been researched, from the criminal to the spiritual. Mountains of forensic evidence were collected. There had been hours of interrogating anyone associated with the daycare center or the infants themselves. It had become a nationwide internet phenomenon that baffled everyone.

The parents of the missing infants were never the same.  After many of them destroyed Elaine financially through legal means, some also acted upon their unanswered pleas for justice. Elaine’s house and car had been vandalized multiple times. She was an outcast in all the towns that had kids in her daycare center, which was now closed by the state.  Lisa, her daughter went missing and had been rumored to be living somewhere else under an assumed name.

The babies were never found.

Today, Elaine sits staring out past the barred window into the hospital’s open yard.  A stream of drool  drips down out of her mouth and into her lap. Her memories are now deluded by various types of psychotropic drugs.  Occasionally, she recalls a place…a place where…. “You could smile for just awhile”.

 

Inspired by The Haunted Wordsmith’s Genre-writing prompt #115

O’ Malley’s Day off ~ #MarchWriting #themagicshop #St.Patsday

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Everyone knew of Douglas O’ Malley

The best bartender throughout all of the valley

He mixed any drink with just the right amount of booze

He knew every concoction that a customer would choose

With the speed of a cheetah, he had empty glasses refilled

Miraculously never having a single drop spilled

He showed up every day for his beloved vocation

Never calling out sick or taking a vacation

Ironically, the one time that Douglas would change his hardworking ways

He refused to tend bar on his beloved St. Patrick’s day

O’ Malley’s reasoning was that although his mixing skills were indeed God-given

But, to not drink himself on that March day would be against his religion

 

March Writing Prompt – Douglas O’ Malley – Day 17/31

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#SOCS – Escape #themagicshop

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We are all merely walking prisons

Temporary hosts for our truest forms

Which lie encased in workable shells

The spirit of us escapes through rest

Power down the machine

Eventual slumber arrives to embrace our restlessness

This is when we are truly free

To fly out and embrace the night air

Experiencing life unhinged in its purest essence

Unanchored by limitations of the flesh

Those needs of hollow passions

The lessons of hate through ignorant senses

Purity of our souls is what defines us

Whether it’s a stop for dreams or an eternity with angels

Our life begins when the body shuts down

 

This post is part of SoCS.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 16/19

FOWC with Fandago-opening~The Comfort of a car #FOWC, #Fandago

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The dread in his driveway engulfs Peter Richmond again. He would plan on staying inside his car for just a few more minutes, it was safe for him in here. No upper-management or corporate losses in his back seat to chase him. He looks up at his small cape cod house that’s needs to be repainted.  The cosmetics would have to wait, his future now  belonged to survival.  Jeannie would hear him opening his car door or maybe she knew already after he pulled their Buick in.  Still, the inevitable can wait.  This car of comfort was his sanctuary for the moment. He spots his kids suddenly looking out the front window, their faces curiously waiting for their “superman” to come inside.  A final glance in the rear-view mirror. This morning he had looked in it as well, ready to take on another day at the firm.  It was a different face then. He was a man with a job and a paycheck. The kid’s heads start bopping up and down in the window, anticipating his entrance.  Time to go in and pretend like everything was just dandy in this little family’s world.  He couldn’t hide it from Jeannie, she knew him too well.  A private conversation in the bedroom was going to be their unavoidable agenda for tonight, after dinner.  He opens his car door and watches his kids frantically jump up and down. No need to bring his briefcase  in from the car, it’s an ugly, worthless thing  now. He steps  over the growing cracks in his walkway and forces a smile at his two daughters. Tomorrow, he’ll get the paper and start looking through job openings.  A strong man left this house this morning and that’s what will be returning home  through the front door tonight.

 

Written for Fandago’s FOWC prompt- Opening

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