Weekend Writing Prompt #141 – Imperious

C’est le week-end!  That means Sammi‘s prompt word comes to torture and inspire…

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.


We Learn As We Go


I was young and naive, then

I saw you as strong and confident and assertive

You were older and wiser, I thought


It felt like true love and had

a fairy tale feel to the whole thing

Our story was a tad unusual, after all


Your actions seemed loving

You turned on your charms

And I was fooled into staying

(again and again)


In hindsight, I see clearly

The way you held your head

With the slightest tilt downward


Your words of encouragement

were veiled with dissuasion

trying to mask your fears


Your imperious manner

and arrogant dominance

you thought would hold sway

(only pushed me away)


There was plenty of good

And I gained experience and maturity

More importantly,


I gained self-worth




Out Of My League – Friday Fictioneers

Good noon, EST friends.  Welcome to this week’s edition of Friday Fictioneers.  I struggled with this one; I cannot lie.  I did not want to go the obvious route, though I did have a nice little inspiring idea bouncing around in my head.  Actually, I think this would have been one of those über rare occasions where I could have written two totally different stories!  Maybe I will!  Probably I won’t.  😛

Thanks always to Rochelle for keeping us ducks in a row week after week.  And for this week, Rochelle chose a photo from Karuna, so thank you Karuna!  Please, click on the blue frog to read other interpretations for this photo.  Should you feel inspired yourself, click on Rochelle’s name to get the rules and regs.

Out Of My League

In her youth, she considered herself drab, no — ugly.  She was all arms and legs with buck teeth. But was good at sports; her one saving grace, she figured.  At one time they called her Olive Oyl so her self-opinion didn’t change, even though she got braces, which fixed the teeth, and she eventually filled out, even gaining some boobs!  It didn’t matter, she thought she had gone from ugly to okay.

Imagine her surprise when, 35 years later, she was told, more than once:  “I liked you but never dared to ask you out.  You were out of my league!”