Weekend Writing Prompt #123- Delicate

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Word Prompt



I think I was around eight or nine when I found these delicate handmade lace doilies. They were crocheted with white thread and had little pink and blue flowers in the design. I was overawed by the intricate pattern and workmanship. I found out that they were made by my mom. My mom passed away when I was six but her reminders were all over our home.

Today is her birthday. If she were alive, she would have turned 78. But she died at the age of 26. Forever young. I have done a lot of creative things but I could never do crocheting like she did!

Word count: 106 +1 (including the prompt word)



MLMM- Tale Weaver – #240 – Wading – 12th September


Wading in shallow water

The long strands of weeds

Over shadowing and concealing

Mama duck is keeping a careful eye

On her brood of ducking

Making sure they stay in a line

Mimicking the movement of the leader

What Co-ordination What synchronicity

Discipline embodied in them

Wading sweet rows of helpless creatures

The Prompt;

This week consider the notion of ‘wading’. As in the image above it could be wading through water, it could be wading into danger/good fortune.

I remember having dreams at one time where I was wading upstream. Against the odds you might say.

What does wading stir up in your mind?

Write your responses and please link them using the linking tool below.

Have fun.

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 104


My choice;


A thousand centuries have passed

Yet we are nowhere near finding our humanity

We will ostracize our own people

Because their skin is a different color

Shunning them because of their

Language, dress or the beliefs they follow

We are even worse than animals

Who harm other only when they have to survive

The humans take up arms just because they can

And we breed animosity without reason

We harbor grudges which are born out of spite

How many centuries will go by

Before we become humans, kind and gracious

What will convert us into peace loving race

Instead of the civilized barbarians we are?

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A train journey

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #44

Photo Prompt;

This story is written in response to two prompts.

Crimson’s Creative Challenge -CCC#44


50 Words Thursday # 37


A train journey

It had been ages since I had traveled by train. But the town I was to go to start my new job was more accessible by train. I booked my seat, waiting for it with pleasant anticipation.

The train was on time and initially the journey, quite uneventful. It was an hour into the trip, that I am rudely awakened from my reverie by a loud noise . When I look around, I see a turbulence outside my window. I instinctively plunge my hand out the open window. I feel a strong pull on my hand. I gasp and jerk my hand back, but it’s too late. The force which is creating the turbulence has me in its grip and pulling strongly. I try to anchor myself to something but I cannot get a good enough grip. Next thing I see is Earth receding far into a speck.

Word count: 150


50 Words Thursday # 37

Photo Prompt;


And the words:

I gasp and jerk my hand back, but it’s too late.” – The Archived – Victoria Schwab

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday 14 September-2019

Linda G Hill is the host of Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “blue.” Talk about the first blue object you see when you sit down to write your post. Have fun!

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What is blue that I can see in front of me?

My flip flops are blue with red straps.

There is a blue stapler on the table in front of me.

And my favorite, a candle holder that I got from Istanbul. It is Very ornate with beautiful pattern made out of pieces of glass embedded in the main structure.

When I put in little tea candle in it, it throws out beautiful patterns. And this is my choice of blue thing for this week.

In response to;

Stream of Consciousness Saturday 14 September 2019



Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #31

FFFCWelcome to “Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.”

The image below is from AFP/Getty Images. If this picture inspires you and you wish to participate, please write your post, use the tag #FFFC, and link back to this post.



The fascination a child feels

When it touches a bubble, reflecting

All the colors of the rainbow

Has no parallel

So exciting for her

To be able to touch

This by tiny hands

How do we lose this sense of wonder

When we grow up, become jaded

Cynical and oblivious to little miracles

Happening around us

What a loss it is indeed

To not see magic

Not to feel the awe

That is in the extraordinary

In all that we see as ordinary

Every day!

In response to:

Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge # 31



Thursday Photo Prompt- Reaching #WritePhoto


Welcome to this week’s writephoto prompt.

Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a barren landscape against the shadows of distant hills. Bare branches reach towards each other, framing the scene, while shafts of light stream through a golden window in the dark, cloudy skies.

I often feel the connection when nature beckons

As if inviting us to feel and share its different moods

Looking at this vista I feel that

The canopy overhead is incomplete, and it seems

The branches are reaching out to each other

Saying, let’s hold hands and join

Make strong bonds which enforce

The dominion of the nature

Even the rays of the watered down sunlight

Feels ineffective and melancholy here

The whole ambience is trying to gather strength

Working up its energy and force

To show that it rules here and no one else


In response to;

Thursday Photo Prompt-Reaching #WritePhoto

A Prompt by Sue Vincent



Three Line Tales Week #189

Welcome to Week 189 of Three Line Tales.

three line tales, week 189: a cat peeking out of a cardboard boxphoto by Eberhard Grossgasteiger via Unsplash


It was a surprise for Mathew.

Mom tiptoed and left the crate with the kitten in front of his room so that he would see his birthday present as soon as he woke up and came out of his bedroom.

But the kitten had other ideas, and it took the whole family to find him from where he was hiding, in the attic.

In response to;

Three Line Tales Week #189



Fandango’s Provocative Question #40


Fandango‘s Question this week ;

How much control do you believe you have over your own life?

My Answer;

In a nutshell, very little. We are born to parents we didn’t choose. We are born in country, culture and religion which again is not of our choosing . How our parents bring us up, the financial condition of our family is not in our control. And when we grow up to a stage when we presumably take control of our lives, there are circumstances which already have decided a lot for us already. The genes we inherit from our parents decide to a large extent our health during our lifetimes.

What is in our hands then? The answer is quite simple. We have the power to decide what we do with what we are given in life. If we are put in a certain educational institution, we can do extremely well or not depending upon our will. Similarly we can work hard and rise in our chosen profession by working hard or we can be lazy and miss the opportunities coming our way and stay dissatisfied and unfulfilled. We can look after our health and win against the odds which our genetic makeup has provided for us.

It all had to do with how much effort we are willing to put in. If we want to have a better and successful life, we have to strive hard in the given circumstances.


The Prompt;

Welcome once again to Fandango’s Provocative Question.

This week’s provocative question is about control and how much control each of us has in our lives. I’d like to think I’m calling the shots in my own life, but I know that the reality is that there are all kinds of external factors and events that have influenced the trajectory my life has taken.

So I ask you this:

How much control do you believe you have over your own life?

If you choose to participate, write a post with your response to the question. Once you are done, tag your post with #FPQ and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

In response to;

Fandango Provocative Question #40



In Other Words, spy…

Image by alexis parra from Pixabay


Being a spy is dangerous work you know

Here I am hanging by the tips of my digits

In danger of falling down every second

I am doing it only for keeping you safe

To protect you from predators I am risking life and limb


The Prompt;

Write a story or poem of 5 Lines or Less
Use the picture and/or the word spy as inspiration
Link back to this post

In response to;

In Other Words-Spy

A Prompt by;Patricia’s place