POWER HOUR – CHALLENGE ONE

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CHALLENGE NO. 1
Snow Day!

There’s nothing like an unexpected day off work or school, offering the chance to catch up on household chores, or better yet, the chance to goof off and chase mischief. Write a short scene about an adventure your main character has during a snow day.

 

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Author Notes

83 Comments for “POWER HOUR – CHALLENGE ONE”

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“WooooHooo! It’s a snow day! What should we do, May?” I look at my dog and she is all wiggles and squiggles. She knows today will be different than staying home all alone with the shades drawn and nothing to do but wait for me to get home.

I pull on my long johns and snow pants, and pull on my boots. May goes nuts, knowing we are going outside to play. My jacket is on and I pull on my wooly cap and scarf. I hook the leash on May, and grab my snow shoes. This is going to be excellent!

We head out the door, the snow is falling beautifully and the sun is bright. Can’t wait to hit the snow! May jerks the leash and we are ready to go!

Stephanie Anders

says:

Loved this. Reminds me of how excited and brave my little dogs are to go out on snow days. They only last a minute or two before they want back in though… lol

L.E. Gibler

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No one at Caitiff Academy – the school of future not-quite-villains – knew what to make of the near foot of snow that had fallen in the night. All anyone could decide the next day was that such a rare event needed to be enjoyed. Annie woke the twins up by dropping snow into their beds and running out before they could react. She stood bundled against the cold, her hair lightly flickering to offer more heat as it burned ever so slightly. Her gloved hands counted down the seconds until Patrick and Peter came bursting out of their room. She smacked them each with a snowball before dashing off towards the tennis courts, both boys in hot pursuit. Over half the school was out creating makeshift sleds or fashioning snowmen. Annie and the twins kept up their snowball fight long enough to be joined by several other students, including their friend Lee, when suddenly, the snow simply stopped. It stopped falling, frozen missiles hovered in the middle of the air, and even those relying on the snow to move were left motionless. Annie glanced around in confusion for a moment before finding Mary Usher striding over to them, a look of distinct worry wreathing her oval face.

“We’re supposed to be in class,” she told every student around, and her voice faintly echoed with a power that made Annie inadvertently wince.

“Mary,” said Patrick patiently, his grin never slipping even in the face of the most powerful girl in school, “it’s a snow day.”

“Patrick,” she replied with stubbornness to equal his easy charm, “we live on campus.”

He simply shrugged. “I don’t see any teachers out looking for us.” He gauged her expression and turned to Annie, the leader of their group. Annie simply shrugged.

“When they do come looking, we’ll go in, promise,” she said to keep peace.

“Until then,” chimed in Lee, slipping past everyone on soft feet, “live a little.” Mary was halfway to turning to smile at her best friend when he slid an icicle down her coat. Even as she screeched, the other four bolted back to the unexpected freedom of their day.

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Timmy threw on his boots and barely made time to put on his gloves before racing out the front door into eight inches of fresh snow. Snow days are a rare treat in Tennessee, and Timmy wasn’t going to waste a minute of his.

Shuffling through the whiteness, Timmy burst through the front door of Al’s Corner Store and took a place at the counter, politely starting a line behind one other customer. This year’s baseball cards were due to hit the shelves, and Al promised to save a pack behind the counter for him.

Timmy looked past the other customer at Al, hoping to catch his eye. Al didn’t return the glance, instead starting straight ahead at the customer, a large man in a long coat and ski mask. The man, becoming aware of Timmy’s presence, turned around, showing the boy a full set of smiling teeth and a gleaming .44 gun.

“How about that?” the man asked. “This party just got more interesting.”

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Mamma knew nothing about school
but that did not make her no fool
I was dressed up too pretty
Thought I was witty
with bulging book bag i would go
if only I knew she would know.
I was baking my butt in the sun
When suddenly I had to run
The sand on the beach
a lesson she did teach slap slap slap

Stephanie Anders

says:

Finally! All four kids are loading the bus to head back to school after being home for six weeks because of snow and ice.

What’s wrong with that bus driver? Why is she waiting for them to find a seat and sit down? Oh darn, I must smile and wave again. Go, go, go, go take them away for the next seven and half hours before I pull the last of my hair out. Thank you, and bye bye I think to myself, waving frantically. Thank freaking socks they are gone.

I walk in and slam the door and lean against, wondering what to do first. I am literally so excited that I feel that same joyful rush you feel when you go down that first bender on a roller coaster.

I jump up and down and scream, first grabbing a box of bon bons and I run to my daughter’s bedroom. I jump on the bed and proceed to jump exactly the way my children are not allowed too. Who knew this could be so fun? I settled down on the Sponge Bob bedding, grab the remote, open the box of bon bons and settle in for the day.

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Mamma knew nothing about school
but that did not make her no fool
I was dressed up too pretty
Thought I was witty
with bulging book bag i would go
if only I knew she would know.
I was baking my butt in the sun
When suddenly I had to run
The sand on the beach
a lesson she did teach slap slap slap

says:

Good one, Stephanie! I still get a rush on the first day of school, knowing I have the house to myself, even if it’s just for a few minutes before I go to work…

Stephanie Anders

says:

Thanks Dave! I truly did jump on their beds when they returned after long days of being home because of snow. I love a quiet house too.

says:

Nice spin to the snow day..lol Being home with kids for that long and basically stranded inside can get to be a bit grueling…lol Mom is now having her own snow day! Great to see you here, Stephanie. 🙂

Travis Baribeau

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“Dude, did you hear? Shop’s closed today, too much snow!”
“Yeah man, just got the email! So what are you gonna do with today then? I was thinking of going sledding, you in?”
“Damn rights, I’m in. But … my sled is at the shop. Just put a new belt on’er.”
“But that would mean going to work, when we don’t have to go to work. Seems so wrong to me. Like some kind of demented irony.”
“I hear ya. I do feel dirty now that I’ve said it out loud. Maybe we could just take turns on you skidoo? We could just go hit the pit for a few rounds …”
“That’s exactly what I was thinking. Except I lent my sled to Ralph.”
“… You lent your sled to the boss. Great. Ralph is definitely at the shop. I’m feeling all gross inside again.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
“Well, guess I’ll see you tomorrow at work then?”
” … Yup.”

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I set the sled at the top of the hill, ready to race down the slope. My sister set hers next to mine while our cousin raised a red scarf, waiting for us to take our marks. Three…two…one…

He waved the scarf and shouted, “Go!” Quick as a flash, my sister and I rushed down the snowy hill together. I crossed the finish line a second before she did. Sadly, raising my hands in victory meant I lost my steering and drove straight into our younger cousin’s new snowman.

It took my sister and cousins five minutes to dig me out, and all of us twenty minutes to stop laughing. It was the best snow day ever!

Gregory Shipman

says:

Alexa!
Yes greg?
It’s snowing outside.
Yes greg.
Should I go to work?
Your choice greg.
And it’s fity-four below zero.
Yes greg?
Shouldn’t I stay home.
Your choice greg.
I paid $179.00 for you on Amazon.
Yes greg?
Can’t you be more definitive?
I could be greg… but
But what?
I’m not your mother, your first girlfriend or your wife…
Good point.
Let’s watch a movie, greg…
Order some pizza, Alexa.
Yes greg.

Tim Hillebrant

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“It’s a snow day, do you think they’ll notice?” I asked my brother, as we peeked around the tree at the park. The large mound of snow heaped in front of us was too ripe a target to resist.
“No, the cops are busy with that guy over there. Doubt they’ll notice a thing.”
“Then let’s do it!” I grabbed the home-made cherry bomb, and we ran pell mell to the mound of snow.
Digging in a foot or so, we lit the fuse, and tossed the explosive inside. It was a mad dash getting back to the tree. We made it in time to get under cover of the low hanging, snow covered branches, before I noticed the footprints leading straight to us.
“Oh No!” I cried.
BANG!
Easily a hundred pounds of snow and ice flew into the air. The cops, focused on the traffic stop they’d made, dove for cover before coming up with guns drawn.
“Oh shit, Davy! We’re in so much trouble. Mom’s going to kill us!”
“Don’t you mean, snow much trouble, Timmy?” Davy laughed.
I glanced up to see both cops with eyes focused on our little hide. My backside hurt already.

**Based on a true story.**

Anisa Claire

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POOOF! The white fluff shoots up all around me. It’s cold, but not too cold. I stuff my nose in it and breathe out heavily, but it burns a little when I try to sniff it back in. Not air, I learn quickly. I flop to my side, kicking my legs freely.

“Fido! Where are you boy? Did you get lost in the snow? Time for breakfast!” My human yells from the porch.

“WOOF!” I respond, excitedly. I figure I’ll take one lap around the yard before heading in and away from this magical stuff.

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A day snowed in
So what to begin
A story or two
That’s what I’ll do
The fire is lit
At my desk I sit
A day for me to take in hand
And head off into story telling land.

charles stone

says:

Reading my list and checking it twice; food, check, music, check, wine, check, and firewood, it’s all good. Now I can sit down and write until it feels like work and then I sleep. After I sleep, I’ll cook dinner and watch movies.

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