A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in Sammi’s Comment Section
Click here to hear the author read his words:
Gallivant
That reminds me of my mother.
Don’t be out gallivanting all night, you’ve school tomorrow.
I’d go to the café, meet Froggy and Chester, nurse a Coke for three hours.
She and Froggy are long gone.
When in Scotland, I visit Chester.
We still don’t gallivant.
Such tight writing, as usual. Well done.
Ronda
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Thanks, Ronda, not much choice with 46 words!
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Who taught our mothers the meaning of the word gallivant. It seems I’ve always known it. I never use it, until now. Love listening to you read.
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Probably their mothers, I don’t think we invented going out and getting up to stuff we shouldn’t!
And thanks, glad it adds to the presentation.
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Happy memories with a tinge of sadness. Nice one
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Thanks, Keith
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My mother also used to tell me not to go gallivanting all night… Hmmm.
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She obviously knew you…
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Without a doubt
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Did you get my email about the ‘block’ editor?
I sent it Saturday evening my time.
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No… and I checked everywhere… did you send it to dalerog@sympatico.ca?
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There is gallivanting that involves little physical roaming about, I find …
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Well done!
Na’ama
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My mum meant ‘Don’t get up to any mischief!’
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I know … 😉
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That’s cool you embed an audio of you reading it too!
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Yes, I usually do that, I find it fun.
I put some of my stuff on YouTube too, sometimes with different readers.
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Dear CE,
Love that this didn’t exactly take you out gallivanting. Lovely story with a wistful tone.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, m’lady.
Once I started I could have written 46 pages!
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