Photo Challenge #254

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

-Erik Johansson

Use above image as inspiration for a poem or short story.


If you are an artist or photographer, use this as an opportunity to showcase your own work.

You have 1 week to complete this challenge.

Please credit the artist!

When you’re done, TAG the post Photo Challenge and MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie, and add your link to the Link Button. Also don’t forget to link to this post or copy your post’s URL into the comments. We can read your post sooner that way.

Cross roads

It was the most important day of her life. That was the thought that was upper most in her mind. After graduating she was offered a job in the city. But the question remained whether to accept it or not was playing havoc with her mind. She loved her ma and pa and her siblings. She loved the life in this rural village and now she had to make a decision that may take her away from this quiet and ordered life and immerse her in the turmoil of city life. It felt to her that her world was turning upside down.

How was she going to leave her family to move to the city?



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Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

Photo challenge #254





Tale Weaver #214; Curiosity



This week your challenge is the word “Curiosity”.

What does it mean to you?

It did apparently kill the cat.

Write your reflections, story, poem about what the word means to you.

Please link your responses using the linking tool below.



Curiosity is a gift that is valued by few

Most think that it is an intrusion unwelcome

The mind that is curious wants to know

It needs to unravel before it can make anew

Curbing this instinct, we do no favors

It is like closing the book before it is read

There are treasures to be found if looked

All around us are the clues to unlock

Waken up the mind to look with child-like wonder

The mysteries of the universe are there for taking

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Tale Weaver #214; Curiosity

Tale Weaver #213— Wall

Michael from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie has challenged us;

This week I am challenging you to write about a wall.

What images, ideas come to mind with the mention of something we contend with in every day life.

Some stop us going places, some are for our safety, some are guides to help us navigate situations.

Go where your thoughts go and have fun.

Please limit your responses to 500 – 600 words and link them using the linking tool below.


Behind the wall

When you look up, you can’t see above it

And it extends on both sides as far as the eye can see

It is a barrier to crossing to the other side

It is here to keep them there


Is behind the wall

That needs to be kept separated


Should there be a division

Between us and them, between haves and have-nots

The thing that needs to be understood

That nobody is paying and attention to

Is that the solution is in itself a problem

That walls come down and destroy its builders

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Mindlovemisery Menagerie



Photo Challenge #253

Google Images

Use above image as inspiration for a poem or short story.


If you are an artist or photographer, use this as an opportunity to showcase your own work.

You have 1 week to complete this challenge.

Please credit the artist!

When you’re done, TAG the post Photo Challenge and MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie, and add your link to the Link Button. Also don’t forget to link to this post or copy your post’s URL into the comments. We can read your post sooner that way.

The little decorator

Oh, mummy! I hope you are not angry with me. I thought I would save you some money by decorating the walls of my bedroom myself. Do you like the beautiful pictures I have drawn on the walls. You see, I heard you talking to daddy that the money was tight, so I decided that instead of putting expensive wall paper we can make the room look pretty by painting these fairies on the wall.

Do you like my art, mummy?

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Photo Challenge #253

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie



First Line Fridays March 1st- 2019

It is First Line Friday! Welcome and let’s get writing.

Below, I give you the first line, and you all get to write the rest. This prompt alternates with Amanda’s Music Prompts, so make sure to check back next Friday for some musical inspiration.

I’ll provide the first line, you get to write whatever comes afterward. Length, genre, and structure are completely up to you. Feel free to modify the line as you see fit, adding punctuation, quotes, or other bits if so desired. No need to tie it to the picture, unless you want to.

Or for more of a challenge, change nothing. You have a week to write it, enjoy!

Include the first line of course! Tag it Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, First Line Fridays, and short fiction. Create a link (ping-back) to this post and add your link to Mister Linky below.

This day was summer when the sun shone, and biting winter when clouds overtook the sky, a tumultuous mix of seasons in the span of an afternoon. It was that sort of weather. The end of winter and early spring , whatever you called it. You could never be sure how to dress for going out. Not that it mattered much to Lisa today as she planned to stay in and work from home. Her little girl wasn’t feeling that well and had to stay home from school today. Luckily, Lisa had the option of working from home so she opted for it.

At midday, she was feeling the urge to step outside and Linda was feeling better too. So they decided to pack a picnic lunch and stroll over to the local park to enjoy the sun peeping through the clouds. Their outing was curtailed when the clouds came together and rain started falling. They rushed home but on the way, Linda slipped and fell on the wet pavement. Lisa picked up her little girl and hurried home. And a surprise awaited them at their front door. A basket was sitting on the porch, and nestling in it was the cutest kitten Linda had ever seen. A note attached to the basket said the her Aunt Jane had come, but finding no one at home, had left the kitten for them to find on their return.

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First Line Friday March 1st- 2019



Sunday Writing Prompt; Faith restored

With all the negativity in the world at the moment I thought we could all take a moment to recognize the heroes in our lives, people who have restored our faith in humanity when all hope seemed lost.

You need not know the person personally just so long as they had an impact on your life or the life of someone near and dear to you.


There is still hope for the humanity. We are usually looking at the negative aspects of live and taking the positives as our due. We should sit up and look around us to see how much kindness people show to each other.

The overwhelming picture presented to us by the media all over the world shows war, misery and aggression. What is mostly ignored are the little acts of kindness and love shown by ordinary people towards each other. Why? Because they don’t creat sensationalism. They don’t increase the ratings of the new networks. But we have our senses intact. We should observe these lovely gestures and that lifts our spirits. Gives us hope that not everything is doomed. Not everyone is bad.

We usually donate our unused and gently used clothes , toys and other household stuff at Goodwill and when I go there it gives me such a warm feeling to see a constant stream of people who are bringing in stuff for donations. The people in charge at these collection points are mostly volunteers and are so helpful and polite.

Hope is very much alive. And so is kindness and love. Just overshadowed by the publicity hungry media.

Keep on hoping!

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Sunday Writing Prompt;

Faith Restored




Time to write #44 Sentence Starter

A prompt by Rachel Poli

Sentence Starter # 44

Write a story beginning with the dialogue above.

If you use this prompt, please leave a link to your post in the comments below and I’ll share it next week. Please be sure to link back to my blog so your readers know where you got the prompt!

A new beginning

“Welcome to the family and to your new home” She stared uncomprehending at these words. The language was not known to her but she could see the welcoming smiles and understand the kindness in the eyes of these people. It was the start. And now looking back almost eighteen years, she still felt immense gratitude towards the family who had brought her here to live with them, all the way from her war torn country. They gave her a home when her own was blown away by the conflict of war. They became her family when the rebels had killed all of her own and they gave her the life which even in her wildest dreams she could not have imagined. And it all started with one sentence: Welcome to the family.

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Time to write

Sentence Starter #44



Weekend Writing Prompt # 95; Devotion

The challenge is simple: each week you will be given an exact number of words you can use to write a poem or piece of prose.  You can use any format or style you like; go wherever your inspiration takes you.  The only rules are these:

• your poem / prose must contain this week’s word.  The word does not have to count towards the exact word count total – it can be in the title, or the first letters of the lines of a poem can spell it out – you can be as creative as you want as long as it’s there somewhere.

• the length of your poem / prose must match the number of words stated in this week’s challenge.  No more.  No less.

How do I show my


That is my motivation

Its there in all my actions

The love of my fellow creations

Now, today and tomorrow

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Weekend Writing Prompt #95; Devotion



Tale Weaver #212; Fairytale February 28

Image: Google images

This week write a Fairy Tale using the following title.

The Fairy With the Broken Wing

Go where your ideas take you.

Please limit your responses to 500 – 600 words and link them using the linking tool below.


In disgrace

In the wonderland, fairies were celebrating the festival of roses. Kathie was so excited because it was her first season, being the youngest. After this they were going to be assigned their tasks. The older fairies often tried to control her exuberance but she was young and if truth be told, a little foolish. Not is a bad way but far too impulsive for her own good.

Today was a beautiful warm spring day. The garden was full of the scent of roses in full bloom. She was gathering the best of them in a bouquet to present to their queen. As she was preparing to go inside after completing her task, she heard a little cry from one of the rose bushes. She bent down to see who or what was making that pitiful sound. And under the bush she saw the most cutest little puppy, uttering little yelp and cowering in fright. She tried to lure it in the open but the puppy was really in a bad state and wouldn’t budge. She went down on her hands and crawled under the bush. After a bit of petting and soothing the puppy came to her and very gently she took hold of it and crawled backwards from under the bush. But she forgot one important detail. Her wings! One of the wing got caught in the thorny branches of the bush and with an audible snap it broke off. Now it was Kathie who uttered a loud cry and started to cry loudly because of the immense pain in her broken wing.

Other fairies hearing her cry came at once to her. They soothed her and asked the queen fairy to help Kathie. The queen was also a great healer and she soon had helped calm Kathie and her wing was splintered and bandaged in no time. The older fairies expected Kathie to be held in disgrace as breaking of a wing was considered a serious slip-up and was punishable offense. But since the puppy belonged to the fairy queen, instead of being punished, she praised Kathie for her kindness and gave her the best duty any fairy could be assigned to; to be a play mate to the queen and her puppy!





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Tale Weaver 212 ; Fairytale , February 28




Tale Weaver # 211 ; Making Sense of The Nonsense-Egrlactical 21Feburary

This week a nonsense word to play with.

You can use it as a noun or verb or adjective, go where your imagination takes you.

Please limit your responses to 500 – 600 words and link your work using the linking tool below.

My favorite people are the egrlacticals.

There are many types of people in the world. The analysts are the one who questioned and analyze the facts to get to the conclusion. Then there were the egrlactical who believe everything and anything anyone told them. There are many advantages of being an egrlactical. They have a very peaceful mind as there are no conflicts in their brain. Taking everything at face value makes them very pleasant company and they are the first ones to agree with you during any debate. People invite them to their homes because they will swallow all the far-fetched tales you can relate to them. I personally like that they are the most pleasant guests you can have. Another advantage of being an egrlactical is that you will never get in a fight or argument with them because of a divergent view or faith.

Where these people are highly popular, some people can and do take exception to the yea sayers. It sets off their non-conformist alarm. They do like someone to disagree with them and the egrlactical disappoints them in this scenario. Some people like to make fun of the very trusting nature of an egrlactical person, getting them to agree first to one point of view and then presenting them with a completely opposite opinion where the egrlactical will agree with it too.

Make friends with an egrlactical and you will have a lovely time with them!