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Remember Dodgeball?
Sometimes I feel like life is a repetitive game of dodgeball. Sometimes I imagine I'm bending over to get the ball...and you know what happens. If you're not familiar with the game, you play it with a bunch of red playground balls and try to biff one another until you're the last one standing. Look up videos, it's entertaining.
Except when you're in elementary school, that's when dodgeball got vicious. It was one of the topics of conversation at our class reunion. All the president had to say was, "Remember dodgeball?" and everyone groaned. The bullies of that class year used the game to torture those who were at the bottom of the pecking order. The meek and mild were used as human shields.
Remember that cold feeling in the pit of your stomach when the bully reached down in the ball box, came up with a red ball and then looked at YOU? That meant a trip to the restroom before setting foot out on the asphalt.
Anyway, remembering all those emotions and the physical challenge of the game might help you in your writing. Or give you some really cool flashback nightmares.
Either way, Write On!
This month's question: What's your dodgeball story?
How do you use that in your writing?
Answer below  Editors love feedback! 
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Music Prompt for July: "The Revolution Starts Now" by Steve Earle
Excerpt: The moon crested the top of Rich Mountain, and my phone shimmered like frost on glass. A single line floated across the darkened screen: "Fairy-tale mode engaged. All worries archived."
Excerpt: His name was Nathan. Most people never asked.
They just saw the jar.
Excerpt: Rose is a very special being. The very first Apple Gall being to more precise. She was created by a Queen Oak Apple Gall Wasp as a gift for an ancient oak named Compassion, and a rare rose named Love.
Excerpt: It was the month of January in 1968; a cold stillness had crept in the night before and settled its harm upon the hollow of Cold Fork, Kentucky. In the midst of this cold, a young boy staggered his way through the ice and snow toward Kentucky Highway 692. No birds sang for him this dark morning, no clouds strolled through the sky, and no hope built itself a fire in his heart. He was alone. His only ally was the grit which dwelt inside him, propping him up as he stumbled forward.
Excerpt: To be an effective scoutmaster one must attend the training sessions offered by the Boy Scouts of America, go camping in the great outdoors, listen to what Mother Nature is telling us, and above all, try to stay a chapter ahead of the scouts!
Excerpt: I keep these cherished moments deep inside, because I’m not an emotional guy. Oh, I can rage over injustices, but true to my gender, I remain stoic in the face of small joys and even miraculous events – like that day with the mouse.
Excerpt: Reed didn’t cry at the funeral, but he did look at his watch three times before they lowered the casket into the ground. His phone had been set to silent mode, and he didn’t feel the vibration in his pocket for any incoming calls or texts. That was fortunate. He already had to deal with disdainful looks from his brothers all morning. The mid-November morning was clearly as cold as the reception as he pulled into the Gardens of Faith Cemetery.
Excerpt: Daisy pulled the box out from under her father’s bed. She lifted it gently, then placed it on her lap, examining the hand-carved patterns her father had put so much work into, so many years ago. |
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This month's question: What's your dodgeball story?
How do you use that in your writing?
Answer below Editors love feedback!
Last month's "Action/Adventure Newsletter (July 2, 2025)" question: What do you call your "junk drawer"?
How do you use those bits in your writing?
Angelica Weatherby- Bday WDC 9  : Wish I have one.
TheBusmanPoet  : I have junk room. 🤣
Stik to My Own Beat  : TheBusmanPoet - At this point I need a junk storage locker.
findingfeet  : junk drawer not to be confused with the junk boxes.
LinnAnn -Book writer  : My dining room table. lol
S 🤦  : Growing up it was "mum's drawer". When I was married, we referred to it as "The Drawer." Now it's just every drawer...
Dad  : Now, which damn drawer did I put that stuff in any way? (Editor's note: "Stuff" is not the exact word I usually use when saying this!)
ⱲєbⱲitϚћ WDC's 25  : Miscellaneous Junk drawer. Make that plural...
Joy  : I now have a few of those myself. It seems they have multiplied over the years. And in no way do I have the nerve to tackle them anymore. 
Bilal Latif : I used to keep notes of ideas, but I've stopped doing so in any serious manner after realizing that the best ideas tend to stick in my memory (or otherwise incorporate themselves into my work). Some ideas just need to bake in my subconscious a little, by which time my skills have usually improved sufficiently to do those ideas justice.
Hades : My brain! Half the ideas I have never get put into any form.
StephBee  : My junk drawer has the mailbox key, tape, pens, and much much much more junk!
Soldier_Mike  : Not to put too fine a point on it: home. With the past possessions of a set of in-laws (including stuff left behind by their grown kids), left-behinds from three of our own four daughters, and stuff of our own acquired over the course of a whole bunch of years, it's scarcely an exaggeration.
Loath as I am to toss anything that may one day be of some small use, the situation is likely to remain unchanged in any substantial way.
BTW, cool Hobbit reference!
Humble Poet PNG - but am I?  : I never call my junk drawer. It has unlisted rollers.
Susie : It'll be in there
Bob : I stole my wife from Mr. Clean, she's called Mrs. Neet n tidy. As a boy any drawer I had was a junk drawer. As a husband of sixty years Mrs. Neet n Tidy provides me with junk boxes. One has filled itself over the years and now resides in an unused closet, my present junk box resides on my dresser and is level full but not yet overflowing.
Annette  : I call my junk drawer the Kruschtl Drawer.
Thanks everyone for your responses! L~
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