Shweta is the host of 6WSP
Prompt for Week #91 (Sep 18, 2021 – Sep 24, 2021)
“I cheated on life, tricked death”
Shweta is the host of 6WSP
Prompt for Week #91 (Sep 18, 2021 – Sep 24, 2021)
Crispina is the host of Crimson Creative Challenge
Welcome to my weekly challenge—open to all—just for FUN, FUN, FUN
Silently they move in the foggy morning. The gentle wind causing the wind turbines to convert the energy of wind into electricity.
Stretching for miles, these silent structures dominate the landscape. People have finally realized that using fossil fuel was destroying the environment and deteriorating the climate to a level where it was becoming a threat to human survival.
Now the majority of the energy used is electrical, manufactured through wind turbines and solar panels. Cars are now only operated on electricity!
Humans have realized that climate change has to be stopped by taking drastic measures and by behaving responsibly.
At least I hope that they would one day and soon.
I’ve also written this in response to Tale Weaver- Climate change
Stephanie Colpron is the host of Tale Weaver
Welcome back to Throwback Thursday Bloghop, where Maggie and I alternate offering a blog topic about a nostalgic object, event, or memory. After you’ve written your reply post, please link it here to this week’s prompt page and check to make sure it’s here. You can also add your thoughts to the comments below if that works best to you. –Feel free to use the photo above in your post and tag it with #TBTMemory or #IRememberWhento make it easier for others to find.
Today’s subject: The Pets in My life
Since this prompt is all about nostalgic memories, I was reluctant to join in at first as we never had a pet growing up. Our family were only interested in raising chickens for eggs or giving the occasional stray kitten/cat a saucer of milk.
But there is a pet in my life now so I am writing about Dinky, our Tom cat. My grandson wanted to adopt a cat and a friend of my daughter had rescued this little guy.
He is such a mischievous kitty. With my 2 1/2 old granddaughter, he is patient and gentle but with my grandson, he is deliberately provoking. He sees his shorts clad legs and aims for a bite in the calf region. There are shouts and tears and then there is a truce between the two.
And then he comes to my grandson for a cuddle and snuggles next to him and goes to sleep. In the three months he has been with us, he has grown up a lot.
Now we have shifted to another city and Dinky is missing his little owner. The plan is to go back, after we have settled and transport him to our new home.
Linda is the host of Stream Of Consciousnesses Saturday
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “puzzle.”Use it any way you’d like!
I love solving puzzles, both digital and mental. When there weren’t any smartphones, I loved to do crossword puzzles in the daily newspaper, sudoku and also tried my hand at the jigsaw puzzles.
With the advent of smart technology, I have lots of brain teasers on my phone. In fact, I have an old Samsung phone just to play games on. I have sudoku, jigsaw puzzle, tile connect, tangle master….. just a few of the names I recall.
I do this on the advice of my older brother who is a surgeon in England. He told me to keep on using my brain to solve tricky puzzles as it’s going to keep it sharp.
So that’s why I spend a couple of hours daily solving puzzles. The fact that I still forgot small details, that’s another matter altogether!
KL Caley is the host of WritePhoto
Welcome to the weekly #writephoto prompt!
A folly is a building usually constructed strictly for aesthetic pleasure. I think this one is a little gem, what do you think?
For visually challenged writers, the image shows an almost symmetrical brick folly with gothic style arched doorways at either side.
I first came across this word when as a young girl I read “Dead man’s folly” by Agatha Christie. I didn’t know what a folly was!
It was midnight and Jackie couldn’t sleep. It was always the case when she was in a new place and for the first few nights, sleeping well was a struggle.
She and Rob had decided to shift to this old place left to her when her aged aunt passed away. The house was old but modernized with indoor plumbing, central heating, and a modern kitchen. The grounds were vast and included a folly. Coming from America, she wasn’t very familiar with this idea but was taken with the quaint structure.
She decided to walk in the moonlit garden to tire herself so that she may fall asleep. As she strolled in the lawns she detected light in the folly. She approached it cautiously and quietly. What she saw there was astounding.
Two ghostly figures were there having an animated conversation. A man, and a woman. The woman looked like her deceased aunt and the man was undoubtedly her father!
The two ghosts paused as they felt her presence, and greeted her with joy. Jackie didn’t believed in ghosts but seeing the evidence before her eyes she couldn’t dispute their existence. She didn’t feel any fear or awkwardness in their presence as they were family after all, albeit deceased.
After a couple of hours of talking with them, she returned to her bed and slept soundly. Next morning, she didn’t remember anything except as a dream.
Maybe it was a dream after all!
Eugenia is the host of Eugi’s Weekly Prompt
Your Weekly Prompt – Bouquet – September 16, 2021
Life is made up of many different colored emotions
A bouquet of funny and sad moments
Smiles and tears both in abundance
Trials and triumphs getting equal share
Don’t expect just a bunch of beautiful roses
Remember that there are thorns hidden there as well
Sue W and GC are the hosts of Weekly Prompts
“I feel blessed to have had such a background, where animals, food raising, harvesting and canning were a natural part of life.” – — Trina Paulus
This week, my partner Susan and I invite you to write about PRESERVING FOOD.
When I was growing up, my paternal grandmother was around a lot. She was a woman who never wasted anything, least of all food. So whatever food was in excess at home or cheaply available in the market, she would preserve it to be used later.
Her forte was jams and jellies. Apple, apricot, and guava were made into jams and distributed among the family. She was a wonderful cook and anything she made, tasted great. I would assist her as all of that chopping had to be done by hand. And she was obsessed with cleanliness so either she did it herself or I was allowed to do it. I remember my fingers getting discolored when I would cut apples.
I learned the process by watching her. She wasn’t a very literate woman so she followed her own recipes. And they always turned out so well. When tomatoes were cheap we would make tomato ketchup and at the beginning of summer, we would pickle green mangoes with limes and chilies in mustard oil. This pickle, known locally as “achar” is such a yummy treat that it makes the blandest of food heavenly.
When I was a young mom, I made lots of jams and jellies. Strawberry jam was the easiest and the yummiest one. Now I am either too lazy or too old to do it.
Reena is the host of RXC
Here is a piece of dialogue.
“You came back.”
“But we are meeting for the first time.”
It is not necessary that you use the lines in your piece, though you are free to do so.
Imagine the situation and write a piece based on it.
Recurring dreams of
Meeting her again one day
Looking everywhere in vain
There’s an image in his mind
And any girl he meets has to fit
For him it’s like he has lost
One half of his soul, that he seeks
Finally he saw her one day
Excited he went up to her
So you came back he blurts
Excuse me! Who are you? she said
The moral is clear in this tale
You are looking for your dream
But that person may be dreaming
Of someone else entirely!
The last lines are inspired by lines from a famous Urdu gazal,
“Main khwab hoon kisi aur ka
Mujhe dektha koi aur hai”
Welcome to Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.
The image below is from writerscentre.com.
(For the visually challenged writer, the image shows a man standing alone in a field gazing at number of freestanding doors.)
Fandango Story Starter # 11
Peeking through the window, her surprise turned to horror when…
Tim was indecisive about his next step. He asked Dora for advice regarding his decision. Dora, practical and pragmatic as ever told him that relocating to another city was not wise. He may be getting a fancy job title, but the pay and benefits weren’t great. And the cost of moving would offset any advantage he might have.
After having a long discussion, Tim agreed with her and decided to reject the new job offer and stick to the one he had for the last 5 years.
So it came as a great shock to her when he came home the next day and informed her that he had resigned from his current job and would be traveling the next day to join the new job.
“And what about the discussion we had?” she ask, irritated.
“I did a rethink and took advice from a friend, who told me that this offer is too good to miss!” Said, Tim
“Well, in that case, you will be responsible for all expenses and botheration of moving. I’ll join you when you have set up the new house” Dora replied and stomped out of the room.
Weejars is the host of Photo Challenge
Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda are currently hosting the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge.
Today’s prompt: “whisper through me”
Captured and confined to a cage
I sit here in this gilded prison
Dreaming of being free one day
To fly high in the sky, to soar with the wind
My soul whispers through me for freedom
Captivity with luxury is still captivity
I long to be unrestricted, sans the comforts
What use is the opulence, if the body is a prisoner