Writing prompt 89

This baby was special. This baby was born twice.

Writing Prompt #88

When all Hell breaks loose, where will you be?
It was an old game, one he and his sisters had played all the time when they were growing up, but now it was for real. Funny thing was that Jack had never imagined that this was where he would be when it happened.

Writing Prompt # 87

Elaine pushed the lever back and forth, back and forth back and forth. This had to be the worse job she had ever had. But it paid the bills and that is what counted. Right now what she needed was to keep the bill under control and keep her head down. As much as possible she needed to melt into the background. So she continued to push the level back and forth until her arm ached and then she changed position to use her other arm for a while. If she had not turned around she never would have seen them coming.

Writing Prompt # 86

John was the first man to set foot on Mars. He knew he should be happy about that, but there was something about loosing your whole crew along the way, and the fact that he knew he was going to die here that kept him from being happy about the whole thing.

Writing Prompt # 85

Today's Prompt comes from me misreading VG_Ford's "Twitter-scope" and the love I know she has for Baseball.

The game had taken on a new twist when the Mars Colony joined the league. Since changing the gravity of Mars was not an option, and making the balls or bats heavier was not an option because it would change the game too much, the balls now had levitation fields here on earth that make them fly just that much further. The outfield of most parks have been nearly doubled and a most teams are now lobbying for a second row of outfielders.

Writing Prompt # 84

Thank you to Scott Roche for the Idea on this one.

In the early 90's Jennifer lost the love of her life. He hadn't died or got to jail, he had left her. It broke her heart. She knew he was the man for her. Now in a desperate attempt to find him, she found herself in the 5th night club of the night. Her Russian was bad, so she did her best to ignore the bouncer on the way in. Her translator has told her that there was a tribute band playing here tonight, but the tiny spot they used as a stage was still dark. She wormed her way to the bar and ordered what pasted for beer here. It was safer than drinking the water. In the post Soviet Russian underground world of hair tribute bands, some times even the beer was not safe.

Writing Prompt # 83

Margie walked around looking at the faces. It didn't matter how many she looked at they all seemed to have their own stories. That is if they were moving, if anything moved. Three days ago when she had woken up, the world around her had stopped. Nothing moved. It was like living in a wax museum.