Writing prompt six

[jacks girl]

This is a a mind game of sorts. Try to use the words below in a different way. Don't use their usual meaning if you can. If not thats fine. But
see what you can do play with the words. Lets do this one in 350 words.

Singer

Sheppard

Ranger

Flakes

use your own name on CW in the story

[melw]

I only wrote 147words. I hope i didn't use them as you expected. Also i didn't use my full CW name. But how i sign all my posts

Dreams Come True
Little Casey rang down the path. Her little pigtail trailing behind her, the ribbons long ago came undone. She could see her daddy bringing the wagon back from his trip into town.

“Hello Miss Casey Sheppard. Where is you mother?” Dan asked his daughter as he pulled up to the door. He smiled when Mel came out. “There you are? I got you something special?”

Mel said, “As long as you got the soap flakes I am happy.”

“You’ll love this.” Dan pulled off the blanket and was pleased with the gasp her heard from Mel.

“A Singer sewing machine! Oh Dan!” Mel couldn’t stop the tears welling up in her eyes.

She had never expected that accepting a flower from a Texas Ranger four years ago. That he would be the one to make all her dreams come true.


MEL

[Tommie Lyn]

Being First
Word Count 350

“What's wrong with my essay?” Willie asked.

“You misspelled his name, dork. It's Alan Shepard. Not Sheppard.” Amy was always elated when she could ridicule her younger brother. “Of course, I didn't have to say anything. I could have let you turn it in to old Miss Tommie Lyn Spilanger-the-Ranger like that.”

Willard glared at her while he sharpened his pencil, sending small flakes of wood drifting to the floor along with a dusting of graphite powder. Amy knew Willie liked Miss Spilanger, so she always made scathing comments.

“Would you just look at that!” his mother said when she spied the pile of shavings on the white tile floor.

A faint hum grew louder and both children realized at the same moment what it was. Daddy was arriving with the New Guinea Singing Dog. They scrambled from their chairs and raced to the door.

“Willard Jethro Massey, get back here and clean up that mess!”

He got the broom and dustpan as Amy smirked over her shoulder at him and waltzed out the back door. She stopped and said, “Willie-Dillie always late. I'll get to see the dog first. Ha. Ha.”

Willie's ears turned red and he gritted his teeth. By the time he'd finished, his mood was as dark as the graphite dust. He replaced the broom in its accustomed place and hurried out the door.

He heard his father telling Amy, “Now, you get that cage clean. I have to pick up another Singer next week. Wouldn't want him getting sick from riding in a dirty cage.”

Amy wasn't looking at the Singer after all. She was cleaning up after him.

A smile stretched Willie's lips. “Can I pet him, Daddy?”

“Most Singers are too shy. But we'll see if he'll come to you.”

Willie smiled at Amy, whose red slacks were spattered with mud and something else Willie would rather not name.

Sometimes, it didn't pay to be first.

[jacks girl]

Great job girls lol I'm gonna have to get something up here soon.

[Ink Blot]

I'm a bit slow on the reply, but here's my crack at it. I just squeaked by with 349 words! This was a fun challenge.

The Initiation

Several boys at the front tables chanted, laughed and pointed at me as I entered the mess hall. “Ranger danger! Ranger danger!”

I sighed and made myself a bowl of Frosted Flakes. As I sat at the back table I wondered if I had made the biggest mistake of my life. I just started my summer internship as a park ranger at Camp Singer and none of my child psychology courses thus far in college had prepared me for the ruthless tactics of these junior high schoolers. In 3 short days they hid my uniform hat in a tree and my keys in a rain gutter, relocated my boots to the middle of the baseball field and toilet-papered my car. Now I get the recurring ranger chant at every meal.

I scanned the room for any unfolding schemes. The kids remained at their tables, but I figured they were likely plotting their next move against me.

A girl suddenly appeared at my table. “Hi. I’m Melanie.”

Instinctively I grabbed my hat and clutched it to my chest. I smiled, trying not to show fear, but it didn’t work. I hesitated. “Hi. I’m Ranger Sheppard.”

“I know. Your nametag says that. What’s your first name?”

“Oh. It’s Leslie.” I fidgeted in my seat.

She stared at me. “Are you always this weird?”

“It shows?”

“Yeah.”

I relaxed my grip on the hat. “I guess I’m just trying to figure out this place.”

“You mean you’re trying to figure out those boys.”

I blushed that she knew that a 21 year-old was paranoid of 12 year-old boys. “Well, yes.”

“Don’t worry. They’re just trying to have fun with you.”

“Really. Do they do this kind of thing to all adults?”

“No, only the cool ones,” Melanie stated matter-of-factly.

“Oh. Good to know.”

After a quick chat Melanie got up from the table. As she left the room she looked my way and waved. I placed my hat in the middle of the table and leaned back in my seat, thinking that my new ranger theme song wasn’t so bad after all.

[Tommie Lyn]

Good job, Inkblot!