Cake Sale

girls cake wedding cake cupcakes baking bakers
This week’s photo is credited to inactive account – ID 1103997 on Pixabay.

It depicts three girls of different ages/heights dressed in pink and blue aprons and bakers’ caps. They are standing behind a table that displays a wedding cake, cupcakes, and various other baked goods.


It was time that the girls learned to live and behave like a family. They all came from different homes, and Joni and Sam were trying to create a serene balance in this newly created family!

Coming from foster homes, Joni and Sam thought that instead of having their own children, they’d adopt kids in need of a family and home from foster care.

The only thing standing in their way was the sarcastic attitude of Jane, the eldest girl. She’d endeavor to upset the other two girls perhaps because she felt insecure.

It was Joni who came up with the baking sale idea. The parents promised the kids that they could keep all the money they generated by sales, their only condition being that they wanted happy and smiling faces at the end of the day.

They considered it a success, when no one was hurt or maimed at the end of the day. They could see a few shy smiles passing in between the girls and were hopeful and happy.


serene | family | balance | caustic | copper

Written for FFFC # 209, hosted this week by Paula

Also included Greg’s Weekly 5 words, hosted by Greg





What she wrote?

appointment book organizer
This week’s photo is credited to kaboompics on Pixabay.

It depicts an open appointment book/ organizer on a table. Pink flowers in a vase and a glass candy jar are also visible.


She journaled every day. There was little news that brought her any joy. War, death, famine, and the pestilence brought on by the unhygienic conditions people were forced to live in were what she was forced to record every day.

She dreamed of the day when she would write of the human conquest, its victory over all these hardships but day after day the only news was of these sorrowful events.

If she could, she would quit her job as the recorder of events but she didn’t have that luxury. She was bound to this duty as her ancestors were.

The only solution she saw was that by some miracle, these people would take control of their lives, make drastic changes to their lifestyles and finally overcome the obstacles in their way.

Maybe one day she will write about that glorious day too!

In response to FFFC # 208, hosted this week by Paula

Also included Greg’s five weekly words

conquest | war | pestilence | death | famine





Search for the valuable asset

woman window electricity lightning moon planet eerie
This week’s photo is credited to Jordan_Singh on Pixabay.

It depicts a woman sitting on a bed in the dark with her back to us and a flash of electricity next to her. She faces a window where glowing planets are visible.


The commander said, “Lock this place down and I need every available unit to look for Rebecca. With her powers, it is vital that she is on our side rather than the enemy’s.

Rebecca was a gifted woman born with the ability to influence time and space. In front of her, the extraordinary seemed insipid, no matter how valiantly others try to underplay her powers. And in addition to her seismic powers, she also had a beautiful heart.

So where was she? And what were her plans? Nobody else knew that she had decided to go underground, for her powers not only put her in danger as the evil people wouldn’t stop at anything to make her do their bidding but it was also putting their world in grave danger.


In response to FFFC # 207, hosted this week by Paula.

Also included Greg’s 5 Words Weekly Challenge;

valiant | born | seismic | insipid | beautiful

And FSS # 85, hosted by Jim this week.






Old man tree sunset bench
This week’s photo is credited to NoName_13 on Pixabay.

It depicts a man standing with a cane, his back to us, facing a sunset. There is a bench beside him and a large tree on the right.


The essence of serenity

Is in it’s uplifting effect

The peaceful sunset

Encourages us to ponder

On life and it’s complexities

Foster and build up your bond

With nature because it works

On calming our anxieties and

Giving peace to our turbulent spirit


essence | uplift | build | encourage | foster

Written in response to FFFC# 206, hosted this week by Paula

Also included; Greg’s five words weekly





An illuminating encounter

This week’s photo is credited to darksouls1 on Pixabay.

It depicts a seated man staring at a glowing globe. The background is dark and hazy, but you can faintly see wall-to-wall shelves filled with books.


Going into the private library of the university’s head without permission was technically improper, but Marty felt it was vital for him to find the globe today at all costs.

He entered through the side door, and being careful that his rain-sodden shoes shouldn’t squeak, he took them off and placed them at the side of the colonial-style table with slate-colored top in the center of the reference section of the library.

Ah! There it was! Cleverly hidden behind the thick tomes which nobody ever read. He gently extracted the illuminated globe from the hiding place and held it gently in his hands. The glowing orb was cool to the touch. He tried to look deep into its light as he was told to do.

What he saw in the depths of this was amazing. The past, present, and future all exist there simultaneously. But the future was darkened. And the world seemed to be breaking apart. He took a long look, straightened, and replaced the globe in its hiding place.

He had to do something important now. This message had to reach those who had sent him here. The planet had to be saved by any means necessary.


improper | sodden | vital | slate| colonial

Written in response to FFFC # 205, hosted this week by Paula

Also included 5 words weekly from Greg’s blog





Gossip girls

Women whisper at a table in a crowd
This week’s photo is credited to Fill1970 on Pixabay

It depicts two women seated at a table in a restaurant or at a gathering with one telling the other a secret. People mill about in the background.


Tall claims, or obstinate views

Grind on my nerves because of their fallacy

The evening enjoyment is bound to be ruined

When one is faced with the harrowing prospect

Of listening to gossip about everyone present

Spare someone you ask, perhaps your best friend?

Oh no, I have the juiciest titbit about her, you’re informed!


claim | obstinate | grind | harrowing | bound

Written in response to FFFC # 204, hosted by Paula this week.

Also included Greg’s blog 5 word weekly





Coming home!

Re-Sharing this poem from December 2021, written in response to FFFC!

The photo is from

For the visually challenged writer, the image shows a young girl carrying a lantern through the snow and she is heading toward a log cabin at the edge of a forest.

Trudging through piled snow high

Obstacles life throws in my way

Coming home after gaining enlightenment

Carrying it like a beacon glowing

I come back to the welcoming lights

Home pulls me back to my roots


In response to Weekly Prompts- Home, hosted by Sue W and GC

Also included; FFFC, hosted by Fandango



As the morning arrives

The image is from the WordPress Free Media Library from Pexels.

For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows an unmade bed in the foreground, behind which is a table with a white tablecloth with a laptop, a set of headphones, a smartphone, a camera lense cap, and a table lamp sitting on it. Behind the table is what appears to a mirrored wardrobe.


Getting up early in the morning wasn’t her natural inclination, but the job called. Last night her computer crashed and trying to fix it was so frustrating that she felt like hurling it from the parapet of the bridge near her apartment. But she realized that it was not hers to do what she liked, it was company property and her boss would hound her for destroying the company property and would demand justice by deducting its cost from her salary.

Today was the day that she’d been hoping would arrive for a long time. She had planned every detail and had set the trap with the appropriate bait. Now she just had to make the computer start and load up the files and she would have that criminal in her grip.

She was sure that a promotion would be her reward to catch this man who had so many cyber crimes to his credit. And the beauty of the trap laid for him was that she didn’t had to get involved personally in it.

She made herself a cup of coffee and waited patiently. It was almost time!


Written in response to FFFC # 202, hosted by Fandango

Also included Greg’s 5 words weekly





In my solitude

This image is from Pinterest

For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows a woman lying in a rope hammock that’s built into a wood deck attached to house in the woods on an autumn day. She seems to be staring up at the sky above her and daydreaming.


Lying high on my makeshift bed

Looking up the periwinkle sky

Thinking deeply, I examine my life

I exhume my buried emotions, sad and happy both

And find peace within myself for all that’s passed

I am sanguine, never forlorn or anxious

Though I’m libel to slip down the precipice

Of dark thoughts if I let go of this rope of hope

Here peace prevails, like the stars in the night sky

Give me serenity and I find my long lost friend

The joy of contentment I’ve been looking for


Written for JusJoJan- Periwinkle, Prompted by Maggie, hosted by Linda

Written in response to FFFC # 201, hosted by Fandango

Also included Greg’s 5 weekly words

precipice | sanguine | forlorn | libel | exhume






Unexplained painting

The image is from the Google Next Hub Photo Gallery.

For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows an arch-shaped opening in a rock wall in an ocean inlet. There is an orange glow brightly shining through the opening and some narrow streams of water falling down from the top of the arch into the churning waters in the inlet below.


Come dad, I have to show you something”

Richard followed his son to his studio and saw the stunning painting on the easel. His heart stopped for a moment. How? His mind was in a whirl.

He tried to act normal, but he couldn’t trust what he was seeing. Jack was a good artist, but the scene he had painted was one he should never have seen. The cave and that spectacle of golden light emanating from it were one that Richard had seen innumerable times, but only in his dreams, and to the best of his knowledge, it didn’t exist in the real world. He should know as he had searched for it all his adult life.

He finally found his voice, “ This is spectacular Jack! Where did you paint it, for it feels like an amazing natural phenomenon?”

“That’s the interesting thing dad, I have only seen this place in my dreams and though I’ve scoured the internet, I never found this place. I’ve painted it from the memory of my dream”.

Richard sat down on the sofa in the studio and debated what to tell his son. Cautiously he started telling his son of his long recurring dream. And then Jack shared something similar. He had been dreaming of this place since his teens. In fact, it was the urge to paint this scene that made him choose art as his major in uni.

They stared at each other trying in their minds to solve this mystery. Richard got up and pulled his son up. “ I think we have to make an effort to find this place and solve this mystery. Perhaps we will find a clue there why we both are dreaming of this place!”

They had no idea what future had in store for them!


In response to FFFC # 200, hosted by Fandango