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“The Jealous Type”: #STaD for May Nine


  • For Story A Day May, Day Nine (click the heading to see the full post with prompt from Charlotte Rains Dixon, who mentors creative writers from passionate to published. Charlotte is a free-lance journalist, ghostwriter, and author.

The Prompt:

  • Write a story about what happens when a nun in a wimple, a man in cowboy hat and boots, and a bartender with a handlebar moustache wearing a red and white polka-dot bow tie meet in a tavern on a rainy night.

Standard disclaimer. I don’t own them, I don’t profit from them, but they insist on telling me their stories, so I’m sharing them with you.


  • Romance

  • Contraception

  • Blush

  • Paradise

  • polyamourous

  • paramour

  • forked tongue

  • single malt scotch

  • Silver Bullet

  • Kippers

  • Afternoon Nap

  • Venice

  • Pizza

And now I offer you…

The Jealous Type

Before you take your afternoon nap, Soval, let’s try another joke. A wimpled nun, a cowboy are in a bar on a rainy night in Venice, having bruschetta pizza with kippers. The barkeep has a handlebar mustache and red and white polka-dotted bow tie. She has a Silver Bullet, and he drinks single-malt scotch. It’s a polyamorous romance; Cowboy says he’ll take her to paradise with his forked tongue.”

Is there a point to this story?”

It’s a joke. Wait for the punch line. She blushes. She doesn’t need contraception – God is her other paramour. And he’s the jealous type.”

Will Soval get the punch line?

Will Cowboy get his wimpled nun?

Will God get even?

Any guesses?

Come back tomorrow for another 100 word installment, or visit the brand-new series link!

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Playing With Her Dolls for Story A Day May; Day Nine

Public Courtesy Warning: This story edges into adult territory, and might not be suitable for work or reading where younger kids might peek over your shoulder.

Playing With Her Dolls

Marilyn is playing with her dolls again.

“There’s our nun in her wimple. Doesn’t she look stunning?”

She looks at Ophelia, and seems to need some kind of answer, so Ophelia plays along. “Is a nun supposed to look stunning?”

No answer from Marilyn. She dances the naked, wimpleless nun toward another doll. “And this one’s a man in a cowboy hat, and boots – and nothing else. He works at a strip club, and the nun in the wimple – she’s Sister Sarah, see? – she can’t decide if she wants him or wants to save him. What do you think?”

Ophelia thinks maybe her sister is more than a little crazy, and that maybe she shouldn’t be here all alone, trying to handle the seemingly endless succession of trips – Marilyn will take anything, anytime, and she seems to always have something. Ophelia’s in over her head, here, and she knows it.

But she can’t say that to Marilyn.

“I think it depends.”

“On what?”

“Lots of things. Whether she’s into men. Whether she’s into God more than men. Whether she’s worried that she will go to hell if she’s with him.”

It’s usually best to play along, at least so long as Marilyn isn’t hurting herself. That’s what they said when she refused to stay in rehab, anyway.

It works, this time. Marilyn smiles. “She’s into men. Really, really into them. Waaay more than she’s into God, matter of fact. And she wants him – because she can see right off what he’s packing down south. And she makes him point it due north.” She giggles and mimes an erection as tall as the “man.”
Ophelia wants to get her into psychiatric care, or, if that won’t work, maybe even have her arrested – that’s what’s best for the baby, maybe.

Except that it’s already too late for the baby. That’s what the doctors say, anyway. “No chance of a normal life.”

Not that Marilyn’s life has been normal.

“And it’s a rainy night.” Her sister mimes a downpour now. She’s sitting cross-legged on the bed, her face totally earnest, like she’s a little girl of maybe four years old – a little girl with a very dirty mind. “So, they’re at this tavern, where the barkeep has a handlebar mustache with a red and white polka-dotted tie.”

“And then what happens?” The baby is a lost cause – but Marilyn won’t even talk about the baby, or being pregnant. It’s like she’s getting younger as her belly grows rounder and rounder.

“Don’t you know?” She grins mischievously at Ophelia.


“The two of them sneak of to a corner booth. See? It’s really dark, and the booth is big.” The two dolls go off to a corner of the bed, and then the “cowboy” climbs on top of the “nun in the wimple” – who certainly doesn’t seem to be taking her vows seriously. “And then they get busy.”

“And what about the barkeep?” Ophelia tries not to focus on the ragdoll love, but Marilyn’s doing all the sound effects, and that makes it all but impossible.

“Oh. Him. Well, he’s not really in this story.”

Ophelia sits and watches as Marilyn plays her little-girl games with the libido of a grown woman – and a part of her wishes that she wasn’t really in this story, either.

What’s wrong with the baby?

Why doesn’t Ophelia have any help with her?

What’s next?

Any guesses?

Come back tomorrow for another installment, and we can explore this new story seed together!

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The Secret for #StaD May; Day Eight

Hello there, and welcome to my Story a Day May “Show My Work” post! This is where I give you a sneak peek into how I’m creating two (very short, and very different) stories, every day this May. Yep, that’s right; less than 24 hours from my first reading of the prompt to a committed story, even if I’m not quite that fast at posting them!

Ready to read?

Well then, what are we waiting for?

Story A Day May 8 prompt,  by artist, writer, and long-time StoryADay participant Marta Pelrine-Bacon. .

She waited a week before revealing the secret.

Main Project Premise:

  • Marilyn has a secret in a box.

Fleshing Out the Premise:

  • Marilyn wants to keep her secret, but circumstances utterly beyond her control may force her to reveal it regardless of her wishes.

My Favorite Bit of Secret in a Box

Marilyn keeps her secret in its box, tucked under the cushion of her couch. None of the housekeepers ever come in here; she makes sure they won’t ever want to.

Side Project Premise:

Standard disclaimer. I don’t own them, I don’t profit from them, but they insist on telling me their stories, so I’m sharing them with you.

  • T’Pol’s secret comes out while she’s working at Yellowstone Global Park.

Fleshing Out the Premise:

  • T’Pol had done all she was able to conceal the secret of her species identity. But when this information is discovered, will there be a powerful backlash that affects not only her research and career, but also human/Vulcan relations.

Word List:

Prompt Word Donors:


  • wardrobe

  • A-line skirt

  • Scottish

  • tartan

  • teardrop

  • kaleidoscope

  • clutch

  • acrylic

  • nail art

  • silk robe

  • catsuit

  • goosebumps

  • luminous


  • topaz

  • aquamarine

  • pink diamond

Favorite Bit from Was It My Attire?

Point is, doesn’t matter if you wore a burlap sack, silk robe, or catsuit – you give me goosebumps. You, my dear Vulcan, are luminous.”

To see the drabbles in sequence, as they post, visit my page! 

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