Writing Prompt #3

Written for Ebar’s Writing prompt # 3

If I were invisible, I would…

If I ever became invisible 

I would stop worrying about

How I looked and how much I weighed

I won’t care if my hair is standing on ends

Or if my clothes are crumpled, mismatched

If I ever became invisible

I’d start to enjoy my life without a care

I would shed the weight of expectations

And fly like a bird out of the cage




My heritage

For her second writing Prompt, Ebar asks;

What lessons do you appreciate learning from your parents?


After my mother passed away when I was around 6, my father was the one who brought me up, along with my siblings.

He was a very gentle and thoughtful man. Very kind to everyone around him, and specially kind to his family. He was a dutiful son, a caring brother, and a wonderful father. He was strict but never harsh. All these character traits were transferred into his children, not by verbalization but by setting a good example.

He taught me my life values. Taught me to have confidence in myself and to be proud of my achievements. He trusted me and my decisions so I learned to trust myself. The biggest gift he gave me was my value system. My faith and my moral values are my biggest assets in life and this is my inheritance that my father left me. He died 18 years ago but his values live in his children.

I think this is a wonderful way to live after dying.


My parents ( May they both Rest In Peace) with their three children. I’m the chubby one in the front

Ebar’s 2nd writing prompt;



As I see myself

The mirror shows me what I want to see

Me a humble pawn, see myself as the king

Ruling the kingdom with a generous heart

A king fair and just, always ready to listen

The reality cannot interfere with my dreams

The desires surpass the solid facts on ground

I don’t care what the worlds thinks of me

I hold myself in high esteem and that all that matters


Written for Ebar’s writing challenge



Writing Prompt # 47

I’m thankful this year, because…

Of a million reasons. 365 days and twenty four hours in each day. 8760 hours in all. All the hours full of blessings that I want to give thanks for. Each breath which I took and each moment that I lived all through this year, I look back with gratitude.

I know that my life is not perfect. I have as many stresses as anyone else. But I am alive, I feel, I see, I hear, I talk and write of all that I experience. I have a family that I love and cherish. I have a life which I enjoy living.

Every day is a gift and if we aren’t grateful for it, what is the aim of living. The best way of being thankful is to live all the moments granted to us with joy and mindfulness.

Look forward to tomorrow with anticipation and glad heart!




Writing Prompt # 46 – Long overdue

I never had the chance to Thank…

Those who work tirelessly to provide us with all the amenities that we take for granted. Those who make the roads we travel on, those who are responsible for providing power, water, and other services which we used each and every day.

We need to thank those who fix the power after outages, who empty the garbage and recycling bins at five in the morning, and even those who water, prune and trim the plants, hedges and flowering bushes along the roadsides.

All these people form the backbone of a society. Without them, the social structure would collapse. These “Invisible Workers” should be given our unconditional gratitude.

We also need to thank three ambulance drivers, those who drives the school buses and all the rescue workers. An attitude should be cultivated to be thankful to those on whoes shoulders the organization of our civilized society rests.

I am sure I have forgotten to mention a lot of people. But when we see them around, we should take a few minutes out of our time to thank them!



Writing Prompt #45- Pie yummm….


My favorite pie…



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Writing Prompt # 44- Apples


My favorite apple…





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Writing Prompt # 43 – Keeping warm


The best way to warm up on a chilly Autumn night is…

Need you ask! snuggle in a blanket in front of a cozy fire. Preferably have a favorite book to read and some yummy snacks to go along.

Or one can snuggle up with a loved one. Two-legged or four-legged. Closeness generated warmth, not only in our bodies but also in our hearts. We don’t feel lonely or alone. Being cozy with your SO or your lovable pet has so many physical and psychological advantages.

It helps to balance our mind and keeps the dark thoughts away.

It also provides a sense of belonging and eases the feelings of loneliness.

This is a great way to bond, especially in cold weather.

The affection which we all crave from another being is fulfilled amply.

Environmentally speaking, it also lowers our energy bills as we keep each other warm.

Just a few ways to stay warm on winter nights. I am sure there are many more.



Writing Prompt # 42


The worst disguise you can wear is…

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May Speculative Fiction #Writingprompt —The tattoo man

Pixabay image by Brigitte Werner

For visually challenged writers, this is an image of a man who is part human and part machine. Behind him are gears and wires as well as a hint of fire or electricity.

Yay! It’s that time again, finally. Thank you to everyone who responded to March’s prompt (we skipped April due to my travels). Now, we’re heading in a new direction once again! Steampunk!

Above is May’s image. If interested, you have until May 23rd to submit a response. Happy Writing!

Here’s how it works:

On the first of every month, I’ll post a speculative fiction prompt from Pixabay. These images are attribution free so you can use them on your blog without worrying about copyright restrictions.

Getting a tattoo was what Jason had dreamed about since he was twelve. But his parents were so much against it. So he waited till he turned eighteen. Now he could do as he pleased. He enquired from his friends and also went on an internet search to find the best, but affordable place to get a tattoo. It had to be safe too, as by the time one turns eighteen, you do learn of the health hazards related to unsterilized needle use and sub-stander pigment.

Finally a couple of weeks after he turned an adult, he went to the most recommend place on the internet, to get his dream realized.

The place was not what he had imagined it to be. It appeared clean and hygienic, but the people he encountered there were giving him strange vibes. But as he had told everyone that he was going to get a tattoo, so putting aside his reservations, he stepped up to the person in charge and asked to see the tattooist.

He was taken to their inner sanctum and given a book, where he could select the tattoo he wanted. As he was a great fan of the comic character, Cyborg, he decided that the tattoo which made his arm look like part machine, part flesh would be fantastic.

The tattooist went to work and, boy! was it a painful and tedious process! Any way it took forever to get done and when he was told that it was over, it was quite late. His arm was pretty sore but since he was no longer a boy, he bore it with fortitude. At home, and yes he still lived with his parents, he didn’t show them the tattoo, thinking that in a few days when the swelling and redness will be gone, it would look really impressive and then he will show it to his parents and younger brother, Bruce.

It was during the night that things started to get weird. He woke up in the middle of the night and felt a strange pain in his right arm. When he touched it it felt hard and cold to touch. Now this was getting crazy. He stumbled from his bed and went to the bathroom to take a look at his arm.

The whole of the household was rudely shaken out of their sleep by Jason’s screaming. Looking in the mirror he was seeing not a tattoo on his arm but an actual Cyborg staring back at him.

In response to;

May Speculative Fiction #Writingprompt