This is number 116 of Sammi’s #weekendwritingprompt. This week’s word is “amateur”, and the target word count is 51.
John snatched the cover off his driver, strode confidently to the markers and teed his ball on a patch of grass not already destroyed by the weekend hackers. Without hesitating he slammed that puppy two hundred metres down the fairway. A bit right perhaps, but not too bad for an amateur.
This is week 181 of Sonya’s #3LineTales writing prompt. Enjoy!
Armstrong: Houston, do you copy? Over.
Houston: Neil, we copy. Receiving physiometrics, all vitals are clean and green. You are good to go. Over.
Armstrong: There’s not much here, just dust and rocks. So, where am I supposed to go again?. Over.
Some think the Apollo programme was a waste of time and resources. But Neil Armstrong’s first steps on another world broke, for humanity, the shackles that still bind every other lifeform on Earth.
That’s a big deal.
The day it happened, I was at school. It was a Monday. Noone ate lunch for that “one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind” moment (12.56pm Sydney time) – we heard it live on the radio, and then watched it at home on the evening news (no TV at school in those days).
As a pre-teen, I thought it was just another thing that adults did. Fly to the moon, and all that. But in hindsight, I vacillate between respect for the the achievement itself and the money it cost that perhaps could have been spent on more practical things back here on planet Earth.
This is week 160 of Sonya’s #3LineTales writing challenge. I hope you enjoy it!
It was not a meaningful protest. The crowd, never big enough to threaten, had lost interest and wandered off to a pub nearby. Except for one kid. An undersized punk, not even old enough to shave. But he held a knife, and he had the reporters’ attention.
Just by standing there he would be the hero and the police, the villians. “POLICE BRUTALITY”, the headlines would shout, if they disarmed him. “POLICE INCOMPETENCE”, if they didn’t.
Today, one spoilt kid would ruin reputations and careers that had taken a lifetime to build. And there wasn’t a single damn thing they could do about it.