Everything about America seemed strange to her. The rush of the people, the rudeness, the unidentifiable food, the clothing. Most of all the women. They dressed so immodestly that it was frightening to even stand near them. She wondered why men weren’t driven to madness by the appearance of women in such attire, but they didn’t seem to notice. The ring of voices around her made no sense and . . .
Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “strange.”
First 50 Words - Prompts for Writing Practice 
In the early days of exploration
in the center of the Mountain State
there came a man named William Strange
to claim his own estate.
But he got confused and turned around
and in crooked valleys lost his way.
On a tree he carved these final words
to mark his last and dying day:
“Strange is my name,
and I’m on a strange ground,
and strange it is
that I can’t be found”.
(And this is a true story.)
Community Spirit
The house on the hill wer a queer place. That’s what the folks all say after church. Too many bad things ‘ad happened since they came. Old Luke ‘ad even lost his best cows. Why no one attended church even when the minister ‘ad called. The strangers had to go.
I like this, John. I would want to read the rest of this story. It makes me want to know more.
@Granny Sue, I don’t know if you’ve ever followed the links back to John’s blog from his posts, but he does remarkable things with images for each of his posts. You can only see the images on his blog. Be sure to visit.
Thanks. I haven’t visited his site, but , I will do that.
Thanks and people always welcome. I also tend to post longer poems from my creative writing course. The short pieces are also a seedbank for longer stories that I tend not to post yet.