RWR Blog HopThanks for visiting today! The topic is cookies courtesy of J.J. Devine. If you are visiting from Leslie Hachtel, welcome! If not be sure to head back and read her post!
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Survivor is still the one!Thanks for joining me today. If you ventured over from the amazing Leslie Hachtel's blog, welcome! If you missed her, be sure to go back and check out her favorite! The original reality show is still my (and my husband's) favorite. We record it on DVR if we're running the kids to swim or a meet but we never miss it. In fact, we got our kids hooked on Survivor when we watched Seasons 1 and 2 this summer via Amazon Prime. Why do we love it so much? It's the variety of people: every day moms, dads, military, firefighters, teachers, lawyers, football players. From every walk of life, they come to the island and the playing field is even. There's no money, no fame, no support. It's be likable but not too likable, provide food, help around camp, and fly under the radar if possible. One of the biggest reasons we watch it is to see history repeat itself time and time again. Each season we think "Don't these people ever learn? Have they watched the show before?" because they make the same mistakes, vote off the very people who can get them to the merge. Short-sightedness is rampant in Survivor and the contestants never fail to fall into the same traps. I get to root for the good guys, the worthy ones who I think should be finalists. These three fierce and ethical competitors are at the top of my list. Those who get voted off early for those very reasons. But it's one of the fastest hours on TV and I love it. Time to visit Jenna DaSie, a lovely and talented author. Thanks for visiting!
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If you're hopping over from visiting with the talented Leslie Hachtel, glad to have you. If you missed her, be sure to hop back to check out her response to this week's blog prompt. Flash Fiction Challenge: Your character just washed up on the shore of a deserted tropical island. How did they get there? What happens next?
Damn it. Samantha should have known better than to drift dive with strangers. Lisa and Carmen would rather under-dress and over-imbibe at the hotel's pool than get a taste of real local flavor.
Hanging at the pool wasn't looking so bad right now. No dive boat in sight, no boat at all. Only a strip of sand on a nearby islet.
Weighed down with dive gear, she made slow but steady progress and finally flopped on the first dry land in hours. She shrugged off the equipment, kicked off the fins and dragged the gear up the beach out of danger of high tide.
The heat of the day had her peeling off her shorty wetsuit. Tapping noises like hammering had her searching for a clear path through the mangroves. Carefully picking over tangled roots and ducking branches waiting to clothesline her, she felt a bit more confident that there was civilization on this rock. She couldn't be more than a few hours away from Cozumel. Did the dive master realize she was missing? Were they looking for her? Leaving a signal on the beach was the obvious next step but if people were here already, she needed to find them before they left. Several voices, male and female, echoed and she tried to focus on not tripping and not hurry. A clear path appeared making her trek much easier. While this place was beautiful, spending the night in just a maillot did not appeal. Grilled fish and wood smoke drew her closer, reminded her she hadn't eaten since 6 a.m. Maybe they'd share a bit with a wandering stranger. A scrawny man with a white bucket hat appeared on the path ahead with a drop dead gorgeous redhead in an evening dress fit for the Oscars. Their expressions turned from easy bantering to stunned. She must really look a mess. "Oh man, who are you? Where did you come from? Did you come here on a boat?" The questions came at her like pellets from a shotgun. "Come on, we'll figure this out, we gotta let the professor know!" Whisked along the path, something strangely familiar struggled to break through. A small village of huts appeared, along with clever windmills and a well created from local materials. "Hey, Skipper. We've got a visitor!" Everything clicked and her hope of rescue sank. She was the newest resident of Gilligan's Island. Hope you enjoyed my offering in the flash fiction challenge! I'd love any comments you'd like to leave! Time to mosey on to our next awesome writer, Brenda Margriet. See you next week! |
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