Congratulations to Kenneth L. Davis, the winner of last week's community writing prompt!
The prompt is a weekly writing challenge cosponsored by DailyUV and Joni Cole: author, founder of The Writer's Center in White River Junction, and believer in bringing out the inner writer in all of us.
What's a prompt? A trigger to get you writing.
Next week’s prompt is: “Look Over There!”
What’s the key to winning? Well, DailyUV is a website for all things Upper Valley -- so what we like best of all are entries not just from local writers, but grounded in where we live.
You can participate by sending your piece (300 words or less) to email@example.com by next Wednesday at midnight.
Here’s our winning entry from last week. We were so inspired by all of our participants that we included them as well:
6 Reasons Why I Can't Meet You At 6
By: Kenneth L. Davis
1. I don't really want to.
2. I've got that meeting with that guy at that place about that thing.
3. I'm watching The Princess Diaries. Real men watch The Princess Diaries.
4. I'm reading a really good book: Trump's Cabinet: The Biggest Collection of White Weenies Outside of a Chippendales Show. (I know, right? Who could put THAT down?)
5. I'm busy watching my cat stare pensively into the distance. What is she thinking about, I wonder? Maybe she’s probing the enigma of her catness. Maybe she’s solving the Fröberg conjecture. Maybe she’s wondering why she gets the same godforsaken kibble every day instead of the occasional live rodent to eviscerate.
6. I'm trying to find a way to work in another parenthetical statement. (No luck yet. Keep you posted).
Congrats to all of our participants!
By: Laurie Leuci
Meet me at 6 o’clock to grab a coffee and a scone. Let’s talk about what’s new and interesting in each other’s lives.
Meet me at 6 o’clock at the Methodist church. I want you to see what AA is doing for me and, hopefully, you will see what it can do for you.
Meet me at 6 o’clock. We can go down to the river and throw in a line and, hopefully, by nine we will have dinner in line.
Meet me at 6 o’clock. We can take a walk around the block and see how many people are out and about.
Meet me at 6 o’clock. We can take a ride on our bikes and roll around town. Meet me at 6 o’clock.
Let’s have dinner for two or maybe more. We can see what’s new on the menu. Meet me at 6 o’clock. We can check out the view.
Meet me at 6 o’clock. Let’s see what’s on the movie venue: action, drama or something true. You pick, it’s on you.
Meet me at 6 o’clock. Be sure to bring your ride. I want to ride through the countryside. Now remember, when you meet me at 6 o’clock, I’ve been alone and locked, so be fresh and new with ideas for two when we meet again at 6 o’clock.
By: Kristy O’Meara
Oh man I hate making plans, when you’re late I stress and get a headache. When you’re an hour late, forget it, I have a migraine.
Seriously did you mean 6 am or 6 pm? To think I put makeup on and shaved for this. Well meet me at 6:00 at the corner of Bridge Street and Main and we’ll decide if you dare to go to the bridge with me, granted I probably can’t throw you over the rail, but I could push you in the road, and if I time it just right I could throw you under the bus. But seriously, if you’re going to meet me at 6:00, you better be on time. I don’t care if you haven’t showered, well I do, but if you can’t meet me at 6:00 you better call or text so I don’t get tense. If I’m late it’s because...well I guess we’ll find out if that ever happens. 6:00 is too early! 6:00 is too late! Nevermind on meeting at anytime, now I’m stressed about the whole thing. I just can’t make plans. So until we meet again… probably not at 6:00.
By: Peter Kahn
“Meet me at 6” was the plan. All we had to do was work out the details. And lay the trap.
We spent the afternoon practicing. No cheating. Just a simple plan. All that was required was a whole lot of patience, care, a little luck, and, most important: timing. Which we almost screwed up because we were so pleased with ourselves, sitting there on your couch, that we started messing around and then we fell asleep, almost arriving late at the game. And you can’t arrive late, cause if you’re late, you’re out.
The action began at ten. We took our seats across from him, all smiles and handshakes. Of course, he didn’t want to shake your hand. He was after a lot more than that. Which was also part of the plan. Lipstick, perfume, décolletage, a few stupid bluffs, and just sipping our drinks. Absolutely no refills.
Oh, but it turned into a long night. And time was running out, not so much on the clock but on the green felt and in my dwindling stack of chips. My nerves were raw, sweat poured from my armpits.
Then it started to happen. I said three big ones. You responded with four and he raised. Then I said six and you met me, signaling the coast was clear. He raised. We took him all the way up to twenty-seven. And, baby, the rest is history. He had two aces, you had the other two, and I had three kings.
And now here we are, cruising along in our new SUV, nicknamed, “Meet me at 6!”
By: Thomas Day
I’d rather be home and doing my own thing. Working on a PC project or watching a movie. Unless, of course, it was something planned with people I know. I don't like being out of my “comfort zone,” and hate jumping into stuff last minute, especially if I had my mind set on doing something else completely different. It took me a little while to work up the courage to even come here to this writing class; about two weeks, actually. I guess it’s not so bad.
By: Lynne Weatherill
Meet at 6? Many of us met at age 6, in first grade. So how about: Let's meet at age 28, 38, 48, 58...High School Reunions.
I didn't expect to ever attend my high school reunions, even though High School had been okay for me. I had a decent cohort of friends, I got along fine with teachers and was a B student. I flew just below any radar that would have caused me to be particularly noticed. I kept in touch with a few high school friends during college and beyond. I didn't have much interest in the rest of my classmates, or in catching up on their lives.
10 years out, I saw some classmates at an event and was invited to join a 10th reunion planning committee. “What the heck”, I thought. It was made up of people from all different groups: one Geek, one Popular Girl, one Partier, one “Grub”, etc.
At the reunion, people trickled in, individually or a few at a time. You could see that people had changed, but there was a slight air of confusion about who to hang out with. We were no longer confined by the expectations and boundaries imposed in High School, but not quite brave enough to break through them either.
Some of us moved around within the strata of our high school cliques, and some outside of them. One girl, from the Popular Crowd, had told me earlier that she had hated high school, being stuck socializing only with her group of popular kids, not feeling free to be friends with anyone she wanted. Later, I noticed her standing with a group of the same Popular kids from her high school crowd, keeping to themselves and hanging out together all day. I felt sorry for her.