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.
I was going somewhere totally different had I done this yesterday. But yesterday, I decided to not play in the blogosphere. And today was a day that deserved a mention.
One yearyear ago today your life was snuffed out. You were but twenty-two years old. So much living ahead of you. It is so hard not to ask the question “Why?” But then, why not? We are not in control of these things.
We move forward without the physical you. And we congregate with your parents and your loved ones; all the people your glowing persona touched in one way or another.
We raise a glass to you and consider ourselves blessed that your light touched us, no matter how briefly.
To you, Pat.
You had to be there…
Good Thursday my peeps! I feel like have not participated in a CCC in way too long. Which really, has not been that long as it was less than a month ago. I can’t seem to get a handle on the time, lately. Anyhoo, I had plans, big plans for CCC #143 and then did diddly-squat. So this week, how perfect that Crispina chose a photo that I could not only matchy-matchy with but which I could put together with the previous week’s and again matchy-matchy! It takes so little to please me… And I am way short of the max of 150 words so I shouldn’t get in trouble.
What Lies Beyond?
What lies beyond this fence of grass?
Is it safe; can we see?
We cannot help but ask
To the left, lies the golden sea
After which you will find
A town, or rather a piggery
And to the right, don’t be surprised
Are two tall structures
Not meant for our kind
But straight ahead, do not be shy
Chances are, when all is calm
There will be ones like you and I
It’s Wednesday! Yessiree! That means it’s time to Friday Fictioneer. I must thank Ted Strutz (so glad to see you’re getting better every day!) for the use of his picture and to Rochelle, who, even while dipping her toes in the ocean, still keeps this show running. If you’d like to play along, just click on the jumble of frogs below to add your link to your 100-word story.
Click to play!
Bills Taxes Kids Housework Stress Job Love Health Frustration Disappointment Elation Excitement Sleeplessness Hunger Pain Empathy Boredom–
“ENOUGH! All of you, OUT. NOW!”
She took a deep breath. And another.
Oh, that felt good. She could feel her body, mind and soul come back together in a cohesive and natural state of being.
“Whatcha doing? And what’s that jumbled mess?”
“That mess is a serious purge of all that was taking over my body.”
“Now I can look at each piece individually and see what needs to be done. What stays, what goes. Prioritize and organize.
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. I so wanted to use the more obscure definition of thwart but was thwarted by my lack of ability to find a way suitable to say what I wanted to say… another day, perhaps.
Not to be Thwarted by Gadgets
A challenge issued from me to me for the year
(started on January 3rd, so’s not to hex myself)
Ten thousand steps per day
Marvellously on track more than seven months in.
My Fitbit however, decided to thwart me and falter before the end
What to do?
Get a different brand – counts steps, not movements
Keeps me on the honest path
Started at the same time… hmmm.. Koretrak 237 steps behind Fitbit. The gap grew exponentially as the day went on! No free steps given here.
Monday was Haibun Monday over at dVerse. This morning I was feeling the joys of August. This afternoon’s sun was intense. This evening, the crickets are louder than ever. As far as summer months go, this one is pretty much my favourite. So, why not write a little ode to it?
The sun is still up before I am, for now, just not quite as high as it was one month ago. This morning’s run is in slightly cooler temps. The light feels softer, the sun’s rays longer. As the sun rises, so do the heat and humidity, reminding me of those dog days of summer that I cherish, knowing that it’s a question of time before autumn comes in and paints the trees in golds, oranges and reds and when the “fond de l’air” gets chilled. But for now, August reigns supreme.
The butterflies and bees flitter and buzz about with wild abandon and the bunnies keep me company, sometimes hopping alongside me, most times doing an about-face and leaving me with a vision of a white little puff ball bouncing away.
The darkness comes earlier and the crickets seem to be holding a cacophonous sing off. Which choir is pitch perfect?
August is a rush
Everything is more intense
Last blast of summer
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!
It can be found
in a tropical paradise
a cabin in the woods
even, within the walls of your home
We each have our own vision of where to find it
Is within the circle of your arms
Don’t be mad at me, Rochelle! I was drawing a blank on what to do with this picture and then I saw in my ever-expanding draft files, the WWP for “tether”. Suddenly I had a story. So, merging two prompts is what I done did. That means you only have 80 words to read. Well, that and the blah blah I am doing as an intro 😉 I’m forgiven, right? Please? Thanks go to Roger Bultot for the use of his photo – wonder if he will ever play FF with us again? Should YOU feel like playing, just click on the frog below and add your fabulous 100 word story (don’t use me as a guide, you can use twenty more words!) and add your link!
No Need to Go Out
The doorbell rang and she looked through the peephole. “Yes, who is it?”
“Package for you, Ma’am. Need you to sign.”
“Just leave it at the door, please.”
“NO! Leave it. Just mark it delivered to Dot Parker. All the others do it.”
“Fine.” As he walked away, she heard him mutter “Stupid nutter.”
They say I’m tethered to my home. No, I’m not. I just don’t need to go out there.
At least that’s what she told herself.
De Jackson, aka WhimsyGizmo hosted dVerse Quadrille yesterday. Took me some finagling to get my 44 words to where I was willing to share them. I shoulda chosen another subject because now my memories have come flooding in and this limitation is causing me grief!
Petite Rivière Rouge
where childhood memories were made
Pépère¹ bulldozed river rocks;
a sandy cove to protect our feet
When not being fished,
crapet-soleil² nibbled our toes
Rocks have since rolled back
and the river seems more
like a stream to our adult eyes
¹Pépère means “Gramps”
²Crapet-soleil is a fish, that, I just learned, is called Pumpkinseed fish – we are never too old to learn 🙂
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!
Time for a walk, I’m short on steps
Outside my door, one tiny phlox,
a vivid purple, demands my attention
It succeeds. I photograph it and turn
right into the rain I hadn’t noticed
Big, fat drops bounce off the hot pavement
delighting my nose
God, I love that scent!
I breathe deep and keep walking
Turning the corner, a bright white cloud
Can white be vivid?
it is so bright
over there, while
I jump over puddles, laughing
all the way home
When I saw this week’s CCC prompt, I was fairly certain where I would go with it. Then I did. And went over the word count. Forgiven, Crispina? Hopefully this garnered a chuckle which saved me a good chastising. Hope you enjoy my little silly today 🙂
First, we set up a guard, trying to keep the hooligans out. Maybe we should have made the sign bilingual? No matter what language it was in, they ignored it. And the guard. Not that he put up anything near close a fight, actually. Truth told, he went and hid under the stairs, quivering as they walked on his head, so to speak.
Once past the gate, the hooligans were meant to be discouraged them from crossing the stream on their way to our pond. This time it was in English. Did that deter them? Not on your life. They feared no prosecution. Even laughed from below and wallked all along until they reached their destination.
A sign indicating the water was dangerously deep did not give them pause. Rather the opposite – just like we knew it would. He he he. The over-hanging branch was further invitation. First one dove and landed, head in the super soft muck, legs sticking out from the waist down. Or was it up? We sat back and laughed, watching them help their buddy up and running off our property. We knew this group was taken care of. Why none of ’em ever tests to see just how deep it is, is beyond me. Serves ’em right, little bastards.