Photo by Ellie Burgin on Pexels. com Mila felt lost in her sadness at having to move again, this time for her mother's work. Her father promised her that it will be the last move, just one more new school to conquer. As she walked in the woods, she felt the heaviness of the moment... Continue Reading →
Ode to a Gingerbread House (A Little Humor): Sunday Writing Prompt
How I would've loved to grow up in a Gingerbread House, One where the home was truly sweet. With graham crackers for walls and doors, It would be a delightful place to meet and greet. But, with my sweet tooth and love of sugar, Before you know it, I would be out of a home.... Continue Reading →
Finding My Old Adventuresome Self Again: Tale Weaver
Michael from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie requested that this week we compose a response to the prompt: Finding Something Forgotten. Once, I dared to leave my hometown and travel life's roads alone when I was just 24 years old. I was clad with only my hope in God. I wanted to prove the skeptics wrong, those who... Continue Reading →
Getting To You is My Priority: A Love Story for Fandango Flash Fiction
Katie was always a glutton for the presence of her husband of 50 years, Jules, a paragon of spousehood who, like herself, was a punctual person, never late to any event for which they received an invitation. It made for a wonderful union, rich in mutual respect for each other's time. Each day, she felt... Continue Reading →
Preparing for Fame: Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge
Photo Credit: Tim Grundtner at Pexels. com Joy thought that the lure of danger as part of the blast of being a gymnast. People think you must be crazy to challenge gravity because eventually you will be hurt, with her grandfather comparing her to the cuckold who lives next door whose wife utilizes very good... Continue Reading →
Why Black History Month is Still Important to Me: Sunday Writing Prompt
Each February, I discover more of the past, through the many blog posts and Facebook posts with information on the inventions and contributions of Blacks to American culture. As a little girl, I loved Black History Week, and I was ecstatic when it was made a monthly celebration. Learning of the strength and courage of... Continue Reading →
The Last Camping Trip
Maddie and Curt were silent as they drove towards their favorite camping ground. They had packed their provisions carefully, especially the chocolate ripple ice cream that they both loved so much!. They'd stored it in a freezer bag covered with ice, in an attempt to keep it from going all mushy. Their adult children couldn't... Continue Reading →
Being a Prince Charming: Tale Weaver #311
You see me as I really am, not as you would have me to be, Accepting my warts and foibles, without asking me to change. And in the loveliness of your attention and welcoming looks, I find that I cease to feel so different from others or strange. You never ask if I could be... Continue Reading →
When Nobody’s Wrong: The Sunday Writing Prompt
This week, Mindlovemisery's Menagerie asked us to consider the concept of Two Minds at Loggerheads. “Loggerheads as in minds in conflict from which there doesn’t seem a simple solution.” We can't seem to find any common ground, And find that two minds at loggerheads is bad. So, maybe we will agree to disagree sometimes, Because... Continue Reading →
Some People Aren’t Meant for You: Wordle #223
He seemed irresistible standing in the front of the dive bar on 8th Street! To say he was gorgeous was an understatement, if she'd ever heard one. Standing beside a beautiful girl, whose rose-quartz colored dress was embedded with crystals and had been designed to hug her aortistic numbers of curves, Calla thought that she... Continue Reading →
