Club members only

Some people dream of belonging to an exclusive club, where they get privileges others are denied.

These clubs are a remnant of an elitist society that chooses to differentiate between the haves and have-nots.

A prerequisite of this mindset is the bragging that goes with this privilege, telling everyone that oh, you know we belong to this exclusive club where only the rarified echelons of society are permitted to step foot in, oh! how I hate this type of thinking.

I am thinking of starting my own club, one where only the very ordinary, totally average people will be allowed to join, and no one who proclaims to be above us mere mortals can be a part of it.

I need a name for this club of mine, and I was thinking; “the gang of always ordinary, averages”, how does that sound to you?

The only thing to watch out for is that this exclusive ordinary-ness doesn’t go to our heads making us think that being totally ordinary may make us special or better than others!


Written for Six Sentence Story- Club, hosted by Denise of Girlie on the edge’s blog



The tricks of minds play!

The word prompt for this week is

Jamais Vu

It is the opposite of Deja Vu.


I opened the door to step in the sunlight

The breeze was cool on my face, the sun hot

Have I ever experienced this dual sensation?

You see a face, seems familiar yet a stranger

Have I met this person before today, I think?

You pick up a book to read, the story is already known to you

But this is the first time you’re reading this author

The tricks our mind plays on us are confusing

The unknown is known, the known seems unknown

What should have been a routine suddenly became unfamiliar

And what should have a new experience, looked like a well trodden path!


jamais vu involves a sense of eeriness and the observer’s impression of experiencing something for the first time, despite rationally knowing that they have experienced it before. Jamais vu is sometimes associated with certain types of aphasiaamnesia, and epilepsy.

Source: Wikipedia

Written for RXC; PROMPT #251, hosted by Reena



Bittersweet memories

The folded notes in my diary fell out

Evoking bittersweet memories in my heart

Cutting into my tender soul like a knife

Yet bringing a smile to my tear stained face

How does a forgotten memory have the power

To make me smile and cry at the same time?


Written for; Tuesday Writing prompt: Write a poem using the words “notes”, “memory”, and “knife



October Poetry Challenge- An acrostic poem

Your challenge is to write an acrostic poem celebrating a beloved person or companion animal. The first letter of the first word in a line matches that letter of the person’s name. What is unique about their personality? Twenty three word maximum. G-rated please.


As I don’t use my real name on my blog, I’d also maintain the privacy of my husband. So an ode to my hubby, affectionately called Honey


How can I thank you

Open minded, open hearted

Never disappointing

Ever loving

You, always you!


Word count; 16

Written in response to Rebecca’s October poetry challenge



Beating at chess

The image is from

For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows a man playing a game of chess and his opponent is extending an arm to move a piece. The opponent is a robot.


Alfred was known as a chess master. Gradually his fame grew and people started challenging him to chess duels. He mostly won against them and felt so proud of his accomplishment.

One day an inventor challenged him to win a chess match against the robot he had created. Alfred was not very keen on this match because he knew that a robot had a computer for a brain and it was hard to win against it. The inventor offered him money if he won the match.

But what if I lose the game?” He asked.

Well I’m that case I’ll give you the second prize but you’ll have to admit that the robot is a superior player.

Alfred grudgingly agreed to the conditions.

Alfred’s nephew was a high school student and he came up with a plan to beat the robot.

When the match started, he started with his opening move. Which was a random and unexpected one. The computer was programmed according to classic chess moves. It paused and was unable to counter Alfred’s moves.

As the game progressed, the robot became slower and slower, and midway it just seized. Alfred was playing chess like a 5-year-old, with random moves which fried the robot’s circuits and he won the match.

He shared the prize money with his nephew as he was the master planner here.


Written for FFFC # 187, hosted by Fandango



Afternoon tea with my best friends

October 3, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about any ritual involving tea. It can be a daily afternoon tea prepared specifically or the reading of tea leaves in a cup. What do you know? What do you imagine? Is your story deep and ponderous or bright and flash? Go where the prompt leads!


I love having afternoon tea, but love it more when shared with a friend. A cosy chitchat over a cuppa and perhaps something to go with it.

We have a very nice cafe/ restaurant here, very aptly called English tea house. They are famous for their afternoon tea platter. Freshly brewed tea, a plate of goodies, both sweet and savory to go with it, and a nice ambiance to boot.

But what I love better than that platter are their scones with jam and clotted cream, in the true British style, served hot from the oven ( or perhaps microwave! )


Word count; 99

I’m a foodie, so this post is all about consuming tea. 😋😛

Written for 99 Word Story, hosted by Charli Mills of the Carrot Ranch



First Share ( Scare- Stolen from Paula ) of October-10/3/22

Melanie is our gracious host of Share Your World.

Welcome to Share Your Spooky World!


Favourite horror or Halloween-themed song? Or a song you rarely hear except around a holiday.

Thriller by Michael Jackson

Bones by Imagine Dragons

Do you ever see figures in your peripheral vision?👻

Yes, I do. It’s also called seeing floaters. A problem with my vision makes me see dark shadows, especially at night. They could be scary beings but I ignore them because I’m used to them.

Which urban legend scares you the most? (most countries have such stories – share yours if you would like to) 🦇

I’m not a fan of urban legends or scary stories. Even if we share our world with other creatures that we cannot see, why presume that they are out there to get us! Live and let live should be our motto.

You’re home alone but you hear footsteps in your house, what do you do?

I often do, but they are from adjoining houses. Sometimes it’s the wind, slamming doors, or shaking the glass in the windows. But sometimes I do get up and check my front door, just to make sure it’s locked.


What is your favourite season?

The truth is I love cooler weather and winter season better than hot weather and summer.

But I also love change. When one season ends and another starts I get a feeling of elation and renewal.

I’m sharing drawings from my new grandson by marriage, who is 7 years old. He was keen for me to share his drawings on my blog like his step brother ( my older grandson)

Fall colors 🍁🍂
His version of ‘Starry Night’ 🥰

Thank you Melanie for these fun/ scary questions.