Mixed Mediums – Friday Fictioneers

‘Tis Wednesday!  But I wish it was Friday!  Oh well.  In order to make due, we must try to find time and ways to amuse ourselves.  Yanno, to make the day seem less arduous. Thankfully we have Rochelle to help us out.  This week’s photo belongs to Lisa Fox, who graciously permits us to use it as inspiration for a 100-word story, no more but could be less.  To play along, or to see what a fabulous group of writers has come up with, just click on the frog below and add your link.  It’s wonderful to read all the interpretations.

©Lisa Fox

 

Cartoon: A Curious And Excited Frog and A Cabin In The Woods Background |  Clipart Images

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That house is rather interesting, wouldn’t you say?

Yes, I would. But something tells me you are being sarcastic.

You know me so well. And you’re right. It’s like it was built from scraps. Or whatever was hanging around.

Ecological and creative.  I think it makes it way more interesting than if it were made with just one material.

You’ve got a point.

‘Course I do.  Take you, for instance.

Me?

You’re not all one thing or another.  You’re a product of bits and pieces collected along your journey.

A mixed mediums of sorts.

Exactly! There’s hope for you yet.

 

Wonky – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Friday Fictioneers – the time where we fool you because it’s only Wednesday but we play for Friday. In advance. Coz we can.  This week our loyal and tireless leader, Rochelle, has shared Anne Higa’s lovely photo.  Now, it woulda been easy to wax poetic on Tuscany coz those who know me, know I’m rather obsessed with the region.  However, I’m not giving you the option of calling me predictable. No siree.  This came to me as I was pouring my coffee, truth be told.  I’m still struggling with finding the pretty words for yesterday’s challenge so I figured I’d give that a rest and jump on this one. Ain’t it grand? K. ‘Nuff small talk.  If you want to write something more betterer or inneresting, just click on the frog below and add your 100-word story link.  G’head, I dare ya!

©Anne Higa

A Shy Frog and The Leaning Tower Of Pisa Background in 2022 | Leaning tower  of pisa, Background, Tower

 

She’s been a bit off lately, dontcha think?

What’d’you mean, off?  She’s not feeling well?

No, Haven’t you noticed?  Her pictures are a bit wonky.

Wonky? How so?

Well, last week, the picture was all like on a crazy angle like all the people were gonna fall off the edge and now look at this one!

You’re such a dumbarse!  Last week she was being all artistic like, see?  But this week it’s fine.

But, look at that!

It’s normal.  That’s how the building tilts. It’s not called the Leaning Tower of Pisa for nothing!

Oh. Right. I knew that.

Climbing Mountains

it is Haibun Monday today on dVerse, hosted by Frank J. Tassone.  Today, we are to write about Cold Mountain – a Chinese poet from sometime in the 9th century, during the Tang Dynasty.  His poetry has influenced both Zen practitioners and eastern style poets. The immediacy of his work embodies the emphasis on the present moment that defines Zen aesthetics. The Beat Poets were moths drawn to his fire. Well. That is quite the mouthful.  Thankfully, Frank has not limited us to trying to become Chinese Zen Masters.  His instructions are as follows:

Today, write you haibun on either one of the following options:

  1. A Cold Mountain: the towering heights, frigid temperatures, majestic views, or existential challenges of a mountain. You could even go metaphorical, describing the cold mountain of overwhelming circumstances, or how we make mountains out of mole hills.
  2. The Cold Mountain: a haibun that follows the influence of Hanshan (Cold Mountain), with his immediacy, concern for humanity, and deep devotion to nature.

I knew a man who believed he could climb any mountain.  And he did.  Life was never a walk in the park.  A difficult childhood, a substance addiction, a near bankruptcy, were all stepping stones for him.  He always made the choice to live.  He cleaned himself up, he paid his debts, and he worked his way up from sweeping floors to fixing machinery to designing to owning his own company.  An autodidact who didn’t understand the word quit.

Some mountains are harder and colder to climb than others.  And some, you cannot reach the top, no matter how much you desire it.

No challenge too great

When you believe in yourself

Until breath runs out

WWP #250 – Mannequin

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.  Thank you, Sammi, for hosting this challenge!

wk 250 mannequin

She sat, gazing at the squalling snow outside her window and wondered how she had found herself here. Again. Why did she allow another to dictate how to live her life? How she should love? Or not love?  She was her own woman, with thoughts, dreams and desires.  She was not some mindless mannequin to be taken out and arranged just so to another’s way of seeing things only to be stored into a closet when no longer desired.  It was time to break free.

 

CCC172 – Catch the Moon

Oy. I love when I challenge myself to try something waaay outside of my comfort zone.  I saw Crispina’s photo and knew I had some sort of matchy-matchy response (very much IN my comfort zone).  Then dVerse came along on the same day I was going to respond to the CCC, and challenged us to try a Sparrowlet.  So, of course, I thought, I can do this and merge two challenges since the CCC is open to pretty much anything, as long as we don’t exaggerate and go over 150 words – why I would never! Okay, maybe once or twice…  That said, my skills as a poetesse need much fine-tuning.  I like to think my attempts will gain in sophistication as I keep stretching…

 

The winter moon, above shines bright

And I so wish, with all my might

That I could hold it still till noon

And offer it for your delight

And gone would be all sense of gloom

Above shines bright, the winter moon

 

Within my arms, I’ll hold you close

Breast to my breast, nose to my nose

I know you won’t resist my charms

For it is you, I love the most

To never let you come to harm

I’ll hold you close, within my arms

 

 

Grumpy Morning – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday!  That’s right. It means Friday Fictioneers time.  Rochelle keeps on keeping on so the least we can do is try to participate.  And I do. Mostly.  Wasn’t gonna this week, coz photos like this bug the crap out of me but hey… why not work that in? A thanks to Roger Bultot for creating my mood 😉  If you wanna play along, just click on the frog and add your 100-word story link. G’head, it’s fun!

Cartoon: A Tree Frog and A Church Outside The City Background | Clipart Images

Click to play!

 

Argh! Goddammit!

Whatsamatter now?

Not enough ground coffee for my first cup this morning.

So grind more and stop bitching.

Why don’t you go pick up your wet towel from the bathroom floor and bugger off.

Jeez.  Who pissed in your cereal this morning?

Whatever. You know it annoys me and yet you still do it.

Why don’t you get your grumpy-ass writing your Friday Fictioneers. Might change your mindset.

Did you see the photo? Why do people take photos like that on an angle?

I suspect to get the whole image in…

Are you still breathing my air?

Sheesh

 

 

 

Salty Kiss

It’s Quadrille Monday on dVerse and I’m actually rather early (for me!) This week it is being hosted by De Jackson from WimseyGismo.  This week, De wants us to get salty!  So we have to use a variation of the word “salt” in our 44-word poem.  And, without further ado…

Winter wind buffets my bare face

forcing tears to stream

a frozen trail down my cheeks

 

A blazing fire would warm me, yes

 

But what I truly desire is

the taste of the salty sea

warmed by my lover’s lips in a sultry kiss

WWP #249 – What’s Your Recipe?

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments. Thank you, Sammi, for hosting this weekly challenge. I really love it.

wk 249 recipe

Do you have the ingredients necessary

for a contented life?

Were they handed down with love

through a family recipe?

Or did you need acquire them elsewhere?

You can always modify the original

Make it yours

 

With a Little Help From My Friend – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday!  Friday Fictioneers is here! And would you looky here… Rochelle is using our little trouble-maker, Omelette, for the prompt.  Sorry she is blurry. It was one of those “quick before she jumps” situations.  Can’t very well diss my own pic now, can I?  How about you click on the frogs below to check out the other 100-word stories, or, how about you add your own link?

Bookshelf Frogs | Etsy

Haha!  Cute!  Does she always hide inside the bookshelf?

Yep!  I’ve decided to start using her as a helper.

How so?

Ever watch The Tonight Show when Jimmy Fallon uses cute puppies to choose the Super Bowl winner?

Actually, I have.

Well, my guy uses his cats in the same manner. ‘Course, this year he had a 50/50 chance as they each chose a different team. I thought they should be disqualified but hey, who am I to judge?

So what’s your point?

Sorry, Got carried away. She helps me choose my next book to read!

Hope she changes shelf sometimes…

Brown Paper Moon

It was Prosery Valentine Monday yesterday on dVerse, hosted by the lovely Björn Rudberg.  I chose to wait until today because I wanted to try to capture the Snow Moon as close to full as possible – which is technically tomorrow… and ended up not liking what I took today so took my phone version from yesterday. Sigh.  Okay, okay!  I am posting today possibly because my words would not unjumble in a manner acceptable by moi though I kept trying until past 10:30 p.m., an hour past the time I was planning on hitting the hay.  This writing thing can be rather fiddly, if you ask me.  The phrase we must use comes from a poem by Carol Ann Duffy, entitled Valentine, which I chose to not read ahead of time – further to Björn’s suggestion. Good thing, too, now that I have! The phrase we must use in a 144-word prose, not poetry, is:  It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.  Isn’t that a lovely phrase?  Thought it would be easy-peasy to insert. Ahem.

What is true love? Do we not all have our own definition of what is right for us?

There are those who seek the the big bang and bright lights of fireworks, believing them as true signs of love and romance. They are always in love with someone new and it’s out there for all to see.  They know it is ephemeral and that is what they want, believing it is what makes them feel alive.

Not for us. How to describe our love? It is a moon wrapped in brown paper. It shines brightly beneath its discreet packaging.  None but the most perspicacious know of its contents and this is by our choice.  It’s not that we have anything to hide in shame.  It is an attempt to keep it ours. Our sacred union with it’s share of excitement and quiet and real.