Friday Fictioneers: Behind the Scenes


PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Sometimes, I think there’re more interesting things happening behind the camera than in front.

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MMLM Sunday Writing Prompt – Two Minds at Loggerheads


I am looking for post ideas to post on Mondays. So I decided to take a peek in my Writing Challenge list (a list of blog sites for writing challenges) on my WP reader and decided to take a crack at this one. Hope you enjoy.

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Friday Fictioneers: Showtime


PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

“Re…lax,” I inhale and exhale, dragging the word, doing everything to calm the tension in my body. I shouldn’t be this nervous. Come on, I’m performing to a crowd on Zoom, not some important figure.

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Friday Fictioneers: Untitled


PHOTO PROMPT @ Jan Wayne Fields

I stood there, staring at my husband’s desk. I should’ve known it’d be too good to be true. Neat-freaks and scatterbrains aren’t opposites. They don’t attract. They repel.

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Friday Fictioneers: Just Another Day


PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda

“What cha doin’?” George asks.

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Friday Fictioneers: The Stranded Mr. C


PHOTO PROMPT © Trish Nankivell

Mr. C stares at the sign and sighs. Still gone as it has been for 50 years. He’s stranded in this desolate place as his brain kept wandering back to that fateful night. What went wrong? “I triple-checked that spirit-meter, didn’t I?” He muttered.

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Friday Fictioneers: Christmas Bedtime Story


PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

They call this the “Scrooge Farm”. Instead of Christmas decoration each year, around Christmas, there would be scarecrows dressed in rags and sandbags for heads popping up in random places ’round the farm. Now, no one has ever seen the owner as there’s no house on the hundred-acre property.

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Friday Fictioneers: Another Pandemic


PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Tossing his jacket onto the table, he sat down and sighed. He couldn’t believe it. Another pandemic. I’m 109, how many more events do I need to go through?

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Friday Fictioneers: Crapulously Fabulous


PHOTO PROMPT © Susan Eames

Great, fantastique, awesome, super.

Just how many more different ways can I exaggerate this situation?

I don’t know what gave anyone the idea or the impression I can single-handedly put together a Thanksgiving dinner in 4 hours.

4 HOURS!!!

There I was, slaving away in the kitchen – turkey, vegetables, and stuffing in the oven, potatoes ready to mash, and all there was left to do was dessert.

“Marge!” Came a holler.

I must had turned too quickly because next thing I knew, I was on the floor. “Ow,” I moaned. My leg was turned at an awkward angle. Crapulous.

“Marge, you okay?”

(100 Words)

For Friday Fictioneers

Please note: the word “Crapulous” in this story does not mean what it actually means if you define this word in the dictionary. In this story, this word is the antonym of Fabulous. Crapulous, Fabulous, get it?

Friday Fictioneers: Chaotic World


PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Sitting on this park bench, I am supposed to feel cold but somehow, I feel nothing except exhaustion and resignation. Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Chaotic World”

Tell the Story Challenge: Guardian Angel


I was nominated by Rugby843 at the same time as Sandman to participate in this challenge. I participated in Sandman’s picture yesterday and hopefully, I’ll write something just as fun for this picture today. The rules of this challenge are: 1) write something in response to the photo you are given, and 2) pick a picture of your own and nominate three people. Continue reading “Tell the Story Challenge: Guardian Angel”

Tell the Story Challenge: Do NOT Feed!!!


I was nominated by Sandmanjazz to participate in this challenge. The rules of this challenge are: 1) write something in response to the photo you are given, and 2) pick a picture of your own and nominate three people. Continue reading “Tell the Story Challenge: Do NOT Feed!!!”

Never say Goodbye


8865f6bf7ee990d02f5275dde51b33ee.900x599x1Kellie gave the back row of her ’95 Ford one final check before slamming the door and getting into the driver seat. Continue reading “Never say Goodbye”

Flash Fiction – First Crush


This is a fiction/non-fiction take on the day I found out a boy has a crush on me. I think it’s a fun and humorous story to re-post. The story’s true but I just added some humor into the dialogues and it took weeks to happen, not in a day.  Continue reading “Flash Fiction – First Crush”

Murder at the Grove


(Genre: Crime-solving mystery/Noir Fiction)

“That was the last time I’ve heard from her.” Joshua Grande told Detective David Frost as he crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. Continue reading “Murder at the Grove”

Flash Fiction: Mama’s Green Eggs and Ham


A few days ago, I was tagged by Jade at Jade M. Wong with a Free style writing challenge. Continue reading “Flash Fiction: Mama’s Green Eggs and Ham”

Flash Fiction – Mother-Daughter Confrontation


resolverI watched as she walked up those steps. She was clutching the straps of her rucksack so tight her nails looked like they were digging into the fabric. Continue reading “Flash Fiction – Mother-Daughter Confrontation”

Flash Fiction: Freezing


cold house cartoon“We’re going to freeze to death!” I squeal as I pile two more blankets over me, constructing a sort of tent.  I have never been so cold in my life.  It is the end of January, my teeth clatter as I bring myself dangerously close to the space heater. Continue reading “Flash Fiction: Freezing”

The Spirit Rocks [Full Story]


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There are two rocks in the field not far behind the cemetery. Everyone calls them the “Spirit Rocks” because they believe on every Summer Solstice, when the barrier between our and the spirit world is at its weakest, spirits would cross into our world to complete their businesses. Continue reading “The Spirit Rocks [Full Story]”

The Painting


kids-face-painting-“Smile at the camera, guys!” Julio stared into the camera with a wide smile while Aisha and Clarity were curiously looking down at something else. I could say that after a round of face-painting and painting, the children had fun. “What are you girls looking at?” I asked. Aisha held up her work proudly.

“Wow!” I complimented. It was a picture made entirely of glitter, from the sparkly silver moon to the dark blue water, beautifully depicted. “Hold it up, Aisha.” She did and I snapped a picture. “It is wonderful, Aisha.” I took the picture and pinned it on the classroom wall, “and I think it belongs here where everyone can see.”

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Annabelle


wpid-photo-20150624202315838She stood at the edge of the pond. Continue reading “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Annabelle”

It Must Be Summer


The room was utterly quiet as I opened my eyes and registered to the fact that it was morning, Saturday morning to be precise.

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The Singer


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