August 6-13, 2021 Writing Prompt – National Kool Aid Day!

 

  • (50 word limit) National Kool Aid Day, Blame Someone Else Day and Left-handers’ Day are all celebrated on August, Friday the 13th, 2021— Let’s keep up the workout frenzy! Where can you travel with this topic ? We already have at least six different twisted directions in mind… We can’t wait to hear your inspired creations! The limit is 50 words, but the genre is your choice!

 

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A Fun-filled Day
By Rebeca Valladares
I hang around a few left-handed folks and they are usually quite feisty, stubborn, and intelligent. So let’s embrace their uniqueness and give them a nice thumbs up on this special day. It’s also national kool-aid day. That is not good for you, but it does taste delicious. Grape and fruit punch please.

 

Don’t Cry Over Spilled Kool-Aid
By Abbie Johnson Taylor

“Mom, Samantha spilled Kool-Aid on the counter,” Nathan said, as I walked into the kitchen on Friday, the 13th.
“I did not! Nathan wanted to see if he could pour Kool-Aid with his right hand, even though he’s left-handed.”
“Nathan, you know what you need to do.”
I pointed to a nearby roll of paper towels.
“Okay, Mom.” Nathan hung his head and looked like he might cry.

 

Kool-Aid vs Friday the 13th
By Cheryl McNeil Fisher

Kool-Aid Man!
Versus Freddie Krugar.
No chance Fred.
Against all that Sugar.

“I’m just the Character.
I’m not to blame.
”Your a bad man Freddie.
Go Now! In Shame.

Left-handed pitcher,
Kool-Aid Man Smiles.
Grab a Cool Glass,
Let’s Celebrate awhile

 

 

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  • Marlene Mesot

    Blood. On Friday the 13th Mom screamed from the kitchen.
    When my brother and I arrived, Mom pointed to the floor. “Whose blood?”
    I spoke quickly.
    “No, Mom. It’s doctored Kool Aid. It’s not my fault he knocked the cup out of my hand.”
    “Lefty.” My brother barked.

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