Hiya, Welcome back to PEP! The weather here is so nice. Which is great considering half of last week was gloomy and wet. It wasn’t even cold would have at least made it worth it. Instead it was humid and muggy, making it miserable. Today it’s sunny without being too hot, it isn’t summer in Texas just yet. With my business, I’ve already got a start on a tan from being outside so much even though it’s just May. Of course, I’m darker skinned so I look tanned all year around. I’m just even darker in the summer.
This week’s question: Do photo-shopped images make you feel bad about your own looks?
My answer: No. I’m old and mature enough to realize they’re fake and to be comfortable in my own skin. If something doesn’t look real, then chances are good that it’s photo-shopped. Photo-editing programs are good when you’re making something completely new, such as artwork, or when you’re working on an ad-not involving people. They’re not good when it involves people as it can easily damage self-perception.
What’s your answer?
This week’s baking and cooking: I made my own creation this week. Orange Butterscotch Peanut Chocolate Chip Cookies. They were really good. The orange, cinnamon, butterscotch, and peanut played well together. I’ll be experimenting more. After all, I’ll need my own recipes if I’m to open my own Tea Shoppe someday. I’m gone on more jobs for most of this next week so I can’t guarantee I’ll have a new baking recipe for next week. But I do need to catch up on my weekly cooking recipes. I have a couple of weeks in May without sitting jobs so maybe then. But June’s completely booked so who knows then.
This week’s writing:
She never killed the spiders in her home. She just whispered, “Today you, tomorrow me” as she set them outside. Today, the tomorrow has come. Three large men have broken into her home, not realizing anyone was home. They were simply looking for a home that looked like it might have some items make money off of. But since she’s here, they’ll have some fun. But just as she thought it was over, bleeding and right leg unable to hold her up, she’d refused to go down without fighting, there was a loud rustle in the next room.
“What’s that? A dog?”
“I don’t have a dog. I hadn’t gotten one yet. But I’ll certainly be investing in one after today.”
“Liar! What else is that?”
“No clue. But it’s not a dog.”
Just then, the door opened, revealing a huge hoard of black spiders.
One man shrieked, “Spiders! I’m terrified of spiders!”
“Straighten up! They’re just spiders!”
She realized what they were, they were every spider she’d ever saved and put back outside.
They descended upon the three men. The one that was terrified of spiders screamed once more and ran out the door, spiders still crawling all over. The leader started swatting at them, refusing to be intimidated by a few spiders.
The spiders, naturally, weren’t pleased with his actions. They started biting everywhere they could reach and he changed his mind about swatting. Instead, he followed the first man, not realizing he wouldn’t make it very far from her home before the poison from a couple of the venomous spiders kicked in.
The second man froze, not wanting to be bitten and not quite brave enough to run or flick them off. As such, when the police finally got there, he was still standing there, now completely covered.
“Please, get them off me!”
The spiders easily crawled off when she asked them to leave him so the police could take him.
They gathered behind her, maing the police leery about getting too close to her. Not that she was complaining. She wanted to file her statement, have him arrested and have everyone leave. After what she’d just been through, she wanted them gone. She put herself through the EMTs that came with the ambulance and once she’d been patched up, she ordered them to all leave. They all left, one officer offering to stay outside in case one of the two that had escaped returned. She denied him, her spider friends would provide protection if necessary.
© Paula Crofoot
Monday Motivation: When you have a dream, you’ve got to grab it and never let go.
My Book of the Week: My current book is Isabella Moon by Laura Benedict. I haven’t actually started it yet, it’s next on my TBR pile. I always have a pile of books to read, either from the library or if I don’t have any from the library, I have a few in my own personal library I haven’t read yet. I can’t stand being without at least one book I haven’t read. I’ll be starting it after I finish Face The Fire, the third in the Three Sisters Island Trilogy I started last week.
Writing Prompt: He first saw her sitting on the steps, patiently weaving the intricate patterns into the hair of the child on her lap.
This is the first Monday post of May so here’s the Monthly Chain:
“I love you,” he whispers under his breath as the love of his life walks down the aisle to the man he is paid to assassinate. He hadn’t known his name when he’d taken the job and there was no way he could back out now. Not only was there the assassin code of honor to uphold, but clearly his client had no issue with hiring assassins. Who was to say that if he didn’t take him out, his client wouldn’t hire another assassin to not only take him out but also send after himself. Perhaps he could’ve chosen another day to do this, but his target apparently knew he’d made enemies and this was the first time he’d been out in the open.
He aimed through his silence rifle and pulled the trigger.
What happens next? Does he hit his target? If he does, what’s the fallout? Does she realize he was behind it even though he vanished. Or does he manage to disappear? If he doesn’t hit him, who or what does he hit instead? What’s the fallout from that? Post below in the comments.
Music I’m listening to as I’m posting this: Sign Of The Times: Harry Styles- Harry Styles.
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