In other words- The beach

Image by seth0s from Pixabay

As I stand on the deserted beach, my eyes go towards the horizon

Without even trying the universe teaches us a valuable lesson

How insignificant we are when compared with this grandeur of nature

Where the grains of the sand or the stars in the sky cannot be even counted

Why do we suffer from the illusion of being significant and important here?

Write a story or poem of 5 Lines or Less
Use the picture and/or the word(s), the beach as inspiration
Link back to this post

In response to;

In other words- The beach

A Prompt by; Patricia’s Place




A rare grace

The tactless remark fell into the cacophony

Causing a hushed silence which was deafening

She blushed with embarrassment but there was

No way to retrieve the words that were scattered

Into the universe like leaves which are blown

By the autumn winds to the four corners of the world

The object of her remark showing a rare grace smiled

And diverted the remark like an arrow which had missed its mark

Engaged her in a conversation, earning her gratitude

What a generous gesture it was she felt doubly humbled

A lesson learned and forever ingrained in her mind

In response to the following prompts;

Your daily word prompt;









Twittering Tales #145 – 16 July 2019

Photo by Zoë Pappas at

He was listening intently to the arguments from both sides. This was his first case as a Supreme Court judge. How proud his parents would have been if they were alive today. Sitting on the Supreme Court bench was a great accomplishment, even if he was favoring the government.

Character count; 276

In response to;

Twittering Tales #145- July 16/2019

A prompt by ; Kat Myrman



BrewNSpew Café July 15- 2019

There is a tempest raging in my head

There are conflicting emotions warring

The critic wants to be let lose to wreck

The power of negativity and find faults

While the optimist wants to see sunshine

And roses everywhere and be pleased

With everything that it finds around it

Who should have an upper hand I ask

Or should both learn to exist in harmony

A balance where I can see the faults and

Correct them, count the blessings and

Exists in a plane of reality not in utopia

The prompt;

Word of the week – tempest (noun) – a violent wind storm. Synonyms – squall, storm, gale, hurricane, tornado, typhoon, cloudburst, monsoon, snowstorm, blizzard, windstorm.

In response to;

BrewNSpew Café July 15-2019



Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #22

“Mommy, mommy come quick” Robbie’s excited voice brought Caroline to the backyard which overlooked the cotton fields.

“What is it dear?” She asked

“Look mom, tiny space ships over the cotton fields. We are being invaded by aliens “

Robbie was more excited than fearful. But reluctantly Caroline had to bust his bubble. ” They are drones dear, not space ships. I guess they are taking pictures of the crop. Why don’t you try to find something more about it on your laptop”

Robbie liked the suggestion and went to find more information about the drones use in farming. She stayed a while to watch what the drones were doing and to her surprise and horror, they started to emit laser like red beams which destroyed the whole field of cotton in a few minutes.

What was going on? She went to ask Google!

In response to;

Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #22



One Liner Wednesday July 17,19

Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eyes of one who sees


For those who do not look or don’t want to see, there is no beauty in life. And for those who have eyes open for all that is wonderful, they can find beauty in even a single leaf or a blade of grass. Keep your eyes towards the sunny side!

In response to;

One Liner Wednesday July 17-2019

A Prompt by Linda G Hill



An escape

An escape from the daily saga of dramatics

Life can overwhelm you so that is what we need

Once in a while to hide in a quiet place to think

Reflect on where we are going and what we want

Even if our ambitions and ideals are not lofty

We may have ordinary goals in our sights

We should be following them with full enthusiasm

And be proud of our achievements for not everyone

Can be a superhero, but we are the heroes of our story

So have a rest, contemplate life from an outsider’s view

And then forge ahead to get to the finish-line that’s waiting

In response to the following prompts;

Your daily word prompt;






Word of the day challenge;





My trip -Part two!

Cape Flattery, Pacific Ocean, Clallam county

View from Cape Flattery

Cape resort, Neah Bay

Neah Bay

Lake Quinault, Olympic National Forest

These are the pictures from the first leg of the trip, going to Neah bay, Makkah reservation. The weather was fantastic and the views absolutely wonderful.

The beauty of nature is such that words become unnecessary.

I hope you enjoy!



Share Your World 7-15-19

Melanie says:

I will post four or five different questions each week for you to answer.  There are two ways which you can participate.

1. Create a SYW post.  Then post the link to your blog in my comment box or leave your answers in the comments box of my blog.

2. To make it easy for others to check out your post, title your blog post “Share Your World”  and link it to this post.

3. Remember to Follow My Blog to get your weekly reminders.

4.  Ping-backs are activated, but how efficiently varies.  For instructions on how ping-backs work, in case you weren’t certain, please click here.  You may wish to leave a link to your blog post in the comments just to be sure.  Thanks! 

5. There are sometimes two sets of questions…one with images and one without (same questions).  This is for ease of copy and pasting.


Why do we seem to respect the dead more than the living?

I think we really don’t respect them anymore than the living but people pretend to do so. There is another factor that you might have heard people say ” Don’t speak ill of the dead” I think this factors in our conversations about the dead people. The logic I think is that the dead people are not there to defend themselves. But respect is another thing altogether. A person who deserves the respect while alive definitely deserves to be respected after death, while someone whom we didn’t respect when they were alive, are not deserving of it after they die!

Why is beauty associated with morality?  Or not?   (a few weeks back I asked a similar question, but the key word was MORTALITY, not MORALITY).  

Is the question, indirectly is ” are beautiful people immoral ?”

I guess if you assess, on the average, than perhaps people gifted with beautiful faces are more prone to be lacking in values as some of them develop a narcissistic attitude. But obviously it cannot include all the people who posses external beauty. While those who possess internal beauty are always moral.

Have gadgets and apps taken away emotions?

That is true on this premise that due o the presence of new gadgets, people have stopped interacting on a personal level. A happy birthday text really doesn’t carry the same impact as a hug, or even a hand written birthday card. The emotions are buried under deep layers of this so called “busy life we all are living, where we even don’t have time to call each other once in a while and ask “how are you?”

Is there a perfect life?  What’s your version of a perfect life if you care to share?

There can be no perfect life, at least not this time around. But there can be a perfect state of mind, which perceives the life as perfect. We each have things we lack, crave and desire. Then there are the hardships we all face at one point or the other in life. Even the kings and queens and the extremely wealthy have their share of unhappiness and trials. So the only way to have a perfect life is to accept whatever cards we are dealt with and try to make the best of them.


If you’d like, please share something uplifting or for which you are grateful.

I had a wonderful trip with my daughter and grandson this week. In fact we just came back and here I am blogging. Need to share with my blogging family too.

A stone octopus outside the marine life museum in port Angeles.

In response to;

Share Your World 7-15-19

A tag created by; Melanie of Sparks from a Combustible Mind



The Sunday Whirl- A silly rhyme to fit the prompts

Wordle #412

I have seven stories to tell you

Just don’t rain on my parade

I have learned humility quite well

So listen and sit still for me a while

Now where was I before the change

In the topic took the conversation

And the ball of string away from me

Your dinner is about to grow on your plate

So better hurry up and have the story time

In response to;

Wordle #412