The Sunday Whirl- Wordle # 443

BWarren is the host of The Sunday Whirl.


Slyly she turned to slip through the banister of the stairway. The fall was sudden. She could feel the pain in her left arm and checked for blood. But there was no cut. Though it hurt to move and she found that she had to limit the movement on that side and ease forward slowly. But she wasn’t careful enough, ventured too far, and lost her balance again. The air was blue with her swearing.

She had to give up trying to be a spy. It wasn’t her cup of tea it seemed.




Crimson Creative Challenge # 66

Crispina is the host of Crimson Creative Challenge.

CCC # 66


They can see us but we can see just darkness

Behind the iron gate, unknown eyes stare at us

Cold shivers run through my spine caused by fear

I beg you don’t open these gates for they will be here

My mind says there’s nothing to dread

But my instincts warn me that they are watching!




MLMM- Wordle #167

Word Art (2)

1. Stencil✔️
2. Drape✔️
3. Comfort Zone✔️
4. Luminescence✔️
5. Intermittent✔️
6. Struggle✔️
7. Crack✔️
8. Thousand✔️
9. Prayer✔️
10. Lump✔️
11. Throat✔️
12. Sodden✔️


The luminescence from the street light was visible through the drapes. A thousand prayers rose in her throat like a lump. She struggled with herself. The sodden dress with stenciled roses a reminder of the previous evening. She wanted to stay in her comfort zone, but a crack had appeared there, leaving her in intermittent darkness. She had to think deeply on her next move!

In response to;

MLMM- Wordle 167




Daily Prompts- Ruined Holiday

I am a bit skimpy on the details, but

Looking back on that eventful day

I feel that the reason that the family holiday was ruined

Was the blithe indifference on your part

Also that the event was enough to rattle nerves

No advance booking was found for the stay

That you had promised to take care of

This set the tone for the rest, as more misfortune struck

And instead of having the time of our lives

We were forced to endure a week of boredom

I should have taken care of the details myself

Knowing your nature, I shouldn’t have left it to you!

In response to the following prompts;




Tone, Holiday, Rattle





Word of the day Challenge;








Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 121

Reena is the host of Reena’s Exploration Challenge


“I would not read this book even if was the last book on the planet!”

The words drifted out of the open window when Janice inserted the key into her front door. An amused smile touched her lips. It was the voice of her ten years old son Luke, and the book in question, she was pretty sure was the one she had just finished reading.

Once inside, she found her son and his friend Chuck in the living room. The book, the topic of discussion was sitting innocently on the center table and Luke was telling all about it. Janice gave both of them a cheery hello and asked them about their day.

“And why wouldn’t you read this book, Luke?”

“I saw you crying when you were reading this one! I don’t want to cry “

“Would you want to know why I was crying “, she asked. At the expectant faces turned towards her, she took a deep breath and explained.

“It made me cry because it is so beautifully written story of how people can help each other in life. It is a happy story, not a sad one, in fact, when are old enough you should read it, just not now!”





The words to inspire your writing this week are

The last book on Planet Earth

MLMM-Tale Weaver – #261 – Tale Weaver/Fairy Tale – Wizard – 6th February

Michael is the host of Tale Weaver.



“You are a wizard, you really are!”

How do you manage to calm all those people. One minute they were ready to tear down the whole place into piles of rubble and the next they are behaving like reasonable people. How…… how did you do it?”

Mathew smiled in a benign way and brushed aside the effusive praise.

” I just told them that the show has to be canceled because our lead performer was seriously ill and in the hospital and that we will refund all their ticket money “

“But! I was also trying to tell them the very same thing but they weren’t willing to listen at all. How come you say the same thing and they respond to you?”

Josh was truly perplexed, but how could Mathew tell him that with a little flick of his concealed wand, the crowd had calmed down in an instant. He valued his job as the troubleshooter for this PR company. Being a wizard didn’t pay the bills these days. A troubleshooter was a more acceptable job title.


The Challenge;

This week compose a tale in one-way shape or form that involves a wizard. Think of it as a fairy tale or if you know one, and or are one, write about your experiences, but most importantly have fun.



Three Line Tales, Week 210

Welcome to Week 210 of Three Line Tales.

three line tales, week 210: a genie in a bottle enchants a passer-byphoto by Kenny Luo via Unsplash


Do you want to see real magic, the genie of the lamp in person?

This is no camera trick, no photoshopped images, it really is what you are seeing here, a real-life genie, appearing out of the magic lamp.

But you know life is expensive, even when you are a magical being and live in a lamp, so all voluntary donations are very welcome, please give generously!




Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #52


FFFCWelcome to “Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.”

The image below is from Daria-Yakovleva at the visually challenged writer, the photo is of a foldable wooden chair upon which is a small, painted porcelain teapot and a clear glass cup with mint leaves soaking in water, both of which are sitting upon two books. Draped over the back of the chair is small, white, thickly weaved throw )






February Speculative Fiction Prompt- A Kingston in sky

Carol J Forrester

The guidelines for those of you who are new are as follows:

  • Speculative Fiction: a genre of fiction that encompasses works in which the setting is other than the real world, involving supernatural, futuristic, or other imagined elements. [Oxford Dictionary]
  • Use the image below to write a story, poem, perhaps even a script. There are no rules about form or style. If you would like to create a piece of art in response that is also welcome. This prompt is about being artistic and creative in whatever way suits you best.
  • Please keep entries PG as this is open to all. (i.e no erotica)
  • The prompt is open from the first of the month to the end of the month.
  • Use pingbacks to link up to the prompt or leave a link in the comments section. Whichever you prefer.
  • I try to at least read every entry in the prompt and I’d love to encourage anyone taking part to try and check some of the other entries if they can.
  • As always, re-tweets, re-blogs, and shares are gratefully received. We are always open to new participants.



Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay


Kingdom in the sky

Resting on the clouds

That special place all my own

A hammock made from the moon

A playground of fluffy clouds

It is spectacular and fantastic

It is as beautiful and as is amazing

As I can imagine it to be because

It all exists in my mind’s eyes

It is where I dream to go one day!



Finish The Story # 4- 2020 – Andrei and Eartha

I have been tagged by Susi to continue with the story!


Teresa is the creator of this challenge;

The rules;

* Copy and paste the story as you receive it.
* Add the next segment or choose to finish it.
* Tag someone for the next installment.
* Have fun and let your imagination roam free.

Here’s how it started:

It all started with a hastily written, albeit vague, note left in an old book.

“To the one I love,
Meet me at our spot.”

Andrei browsed the shelves at Jim’s Used Books, not looking for anything in particular when he spotted a gray and silver spine. Huh. He pulled out the book, tracing the strangely familiar symbol on its cover. No title? No author? Lemon and a hint of peppermint floated in the air as he opened the book.

A small piece of paper floated gently to the floor and caught his attention. A simple handwritten note on tanning paper. His fingers tingled as he picked it up and read it. Without giving the book a second thought, he placed it back on the shelf, tucked the note into his jacket pocket and left the store.


Eartha had just settled into the booth at Phil’s Cafe, plugged in her laptop, and opened her latest manuscript draft. There was nowhere better to write a contemporary story than the corner of a busy cafe in the University district. So many snippets of passing conversations ended up in her stories without anyone knowing.

She giggled as a young couple argued over whether pineapple belonged on pizza, and another pair of young men, probably football fans by their non-player jerseys, debated the finer points of surviving a bullet hell.

Jasper brought over her order and smiled. “Someone left this the other day and I asked Phil if I could give it to you since no one claimed it.” He pulled a small, red leather journal with a heart pressed into its cover out of his apron pouch, smiling.

“Really?” She beamed. “Thanks.”

He grinned, nodded, and returned to his work.

She examined the journal and paused before opening it. “What if it’s like personal? That poor person.” Okay. If it is personal, I’m going to find the person who lost it and return it.

As she opened the front cover, a small piece of paper flitted into her lap. Giggling, she picked it up and read the pristine handwriting. Fancy script from long ago. Her smile faded as she tucked the journal into her bag, unplugged the laptop, put it away, and left her untouched pizza on the table with a ten-dollar bill.


Andre wandered to the nearest rail line and stood by the long row of windows that overlooked the tracks. Lemon, peppermint, and pineapple tickled his nose. He glanced up and saw a beautiful young lady walking toward him. She paused at the other end of the hall and gazed out across the tracks.

His heart fluttered and the note’s message played in his mind.

The longer he watched her, the more he felt he knew her. Compelled to speak to her, he walked toward her and …


… said, “Excuse me, miss, but you look awfully familiar. Have we ever met?”

Eartha looked at the man. She admitted that there was a spark of recognition, but she was unable to recall a time or place. She figured maybe she had seen him around town or perhaps at Phil’s. “I’m sorry, but I don’t believe I know you,” she said.

“My name is Andrei,” he said, “and I know this is going to sound crazy, but a very strange note fell out of a book I picked up at a used bookstore in town. And after reading it, I felt compelled to come here. Then, when I saw you, an overwhelming feeling that you are the reason I’m here came over me.”

Eartha turned pale upon hearing Andrei’s words. “What did the note you found in the book say?” She asked.

Andrei pulled the note out of his pocket and started to read it. “It said, ‘To the one I love.’”

Eartha interrupted Andrei and finished the note, “‘Meet me at our spot,’ right?”

“How did you know that?” Andrei asked.

“I found the same note in a journal that someone handed to me this morning,” Eartha said, showing the note to him. “And like you, I felt the need to come here to this rail station.”

Andrei gazed at the note. “You found this in a journal? May I see it?”

Eartha opened her bag and handed the small, red leather journal with a heart pressed into its cover to Andrei. “Oh my God,” Andrei said as tears started flowing down his cheeks.


“Are you alright? This journal must belong to someone you know,” said Eartha.

It took a few minutes for Andrei to calm himself and when he did, he gave Eartha the biggest hug possible. “Let’s go sit down, have a coffee and I’ll explain everything to you. Only if you have time that is.”

“Yes, I have time and I’m always up for a good story. There’s a little coffee shop around the corner if that’s okay with you.”

“Sure, and by the way, I’m Andrei,” as he extended his hand to her.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Eartha.”

Once in the coffee shop seated across from each other, Eartha began the conversation with, “so tell me, who does the journal belong to?” She couldn’t wait to hear what Andrei had to say.

“About twenty-five years ago when I was in the Navy we were stationed in Italy. It was our last night before returning home and the crew and I were in a little bar celebrating. I happened to be looking at the entrance door and …


… in walked the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen before. I was instantly drawn to her. She had a mystique about her; it floored me. I desperately wanted to get to know her better. In one hand, she carried this very journal you are holding now and in the other, a mug of peppermint tea with lemon. It seemed odd that she would be in this bar rather than a small coffee shop. That just made her even more intriguing!

As she approached, I stood and offered her a seat at the next table which was empty. I needed to talk to her. I introduced myself and she told me her name was Francesca. What started with friendly conversation went long into the night until closing time. Neither of us wanted the evening to end.

The romantic backdrop of the Italian city streets urged us to remain in each other’s company. It was an easy decision as our relationship seemed to deepen with every word we uttered. I believed I was falling in love with Francesca.

In those days, it was unheard of to make love on the first encounter but neither of us cared about what people thought. We ended up back at her apartment and …

My part;

…… As we were going up the stairs to her apartment, a man was coming down. Francesca stopped suddenly. She turned rapidly and went into the corridor at that level. Hastily she scribbled something in the journal shoved it in my unwilling hand and told me to go. I stood there seeing her disappear in the building, hoping and willing her to come back. When there was no sign of her after waiting for half an hour, I returned to my lodging and looked at the journal. There were a few sentences written on one page and the rest was black. But I couldn’t understand it because it was in Italian. The next day we moved station and somehow the journal was lost in the move. I have never forgotten her, she made such a deep impression on my heart. And I really don’t understand how you have got her journal after 25 years, and what does this not means?

Eartha thought about the whole amazing sequence of events and said, ” I think what must have happened………

I will ask Di of Pensitivity to take the story further.