Ninja Mom

Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

Word Count: 100 Words

“NO, we are not buying sugary cereals, Joe” she said sternly, while pushing on her cart full of groceries.

And the 3 year old started screaming like a banshee. 

The passersby groaned, glared and gawked. But she remained calm and composed. She could bribe him into silence, but she is sticking to her guns.

WHAM!

The kid knocks down a bunch of stuffs on to the floor. I tried to help, but she stops me saying the kiddo should do it. 

Bravo, Madam for not buckling under pressure. 

So, is it good parenting? Or is misbehaving child = bad parenting?

WildernessTrail

Copyright-John Nixon

We wade our jeep back from the silent jungle—disappointed. The guide did show some pug-marks and tiger scrap lying around. But then he is been doing that since last week.

Patience is a virtue, he says. Duh!!

My thought swims through the scattered leaves, the branches of the tree and the echo of deer calls in the distance. Dusk is creeping in. We've gotta get out of here.

Suddenly, the jeep came to a screeching halt. Waking me up from reverie.

I look up to see her standing right in front, prowling in the backdrop of magical sunset—eyeing her dinner.

Gotcha!

Copyright -Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

 

 

 

 

 

Genre: Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

I took the stairs with the hope of getting some cues. It’s getting dark outside and dogs are barking in the background. I brushed past some spider webs, broken glasses, and a bevy of creepy crawly critters.

Did someone scream? Or is it the howling wind?

I carefully ascended the creaky steps and bumped into a closed door with broken doorknob. I can feel someone watching me; reluctantly I let go of a breath I didn't know I was holding.

Scared? Hell yeah!

I hold the broken door knob, count to six, and turn it around. 

BANG!

"Olly olly oxen free...."