I am the epitome of true love. For almost 25 years, he had dominated my dreams. Whenever I closed my eyes, I could see him in my dreams. Whenever I looked up at the stars, his face would be the only one I saw.
Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Soulmates” →
With her picture in hand, he gave the red building before him a disapproving gaze. After a year of waiting, he finally received the great news his PI has located his MIA daughter.
Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Lost and Found” →
Re-reading my sister, Bethany’s Will, I sighed, “My dear sister, you shall be the death of me.”
Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: My Sister’s Final Wish” →
In the spirit of Valentine’s Day, this week’s MMLM Sunday Writing Prompt is “A Story of Love.“
Continue reading “Sunday Writing Prompt – A Story of Love” →
Deeper and Deeper we trek into the woods. We must be at least almost two miles in by now as my throat begins to feel parch. What does he want with me and why me? I keep asking myself as I focus on hatching a plan.
Continue reading “Thursday Photo Prompt – Deeper and Deeper… #Writephoto #shortstory #suspense” →
“Crap, we’re stuck.” Em said as she dusted off her dress. A few minutes before, she and her husband, George, leapt from her granddad’s beloved train aka time machine as it hurdled 88-miles-per-hour toward what used to be a ravine.
Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Stuck in the Future” →
“Honey!” I shout and immediately, I can hear a pair of big feet padding down the corridor to outside the bathroom door.
Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Who’s to Blame?” →
Come on, announce the winner already!
Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Thoughts of an Egotist” →
This week’s prompt MMLM Sunday Writing Prompt is “Driving.“
Based on actual events…
“Did your sister call you?” I asked my mom when I met her in the stairwell for our afternoon walk.
Mom shook her head, “No, why?”
“She called me this morning, asking some very random, weird questions.”
“What kind of questions?”
My brows knitted together, “I couldn’t really understand her. She was whispering.”
“Oh, I think I know what she was calling about.” Mom said when we reached the first floor. “Isn’t she taking her driver license test today? She’s probably calling to ask you for answers.”
“What?” I shrieked. “She can’t do that.”
“Oh, just help her, won’t you?”
“Help her? Doesn’t she know ‘Cheaters never win?'”
That was my aunt’s 4th attempt at her driver license test. She would go on for another 6 attempts before passing the written test on her 9th attempt. As for the road test, even with over 10 years of driving experience in China, it took her 3 attempts to pass the road test. This is proof of karma and the phrase, “cheater never prosper.”
Sometimes, I think there’re more interesting things happening behind the camera than in front.
Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Behind the Scenes” →
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.
Continue reading “MMLM Sunday Writing Prompt – Two Minds at Loggerheads” →
“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.
Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Showtime” →
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.
Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Untitled” →
“What cha doin’?” George asks.
Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Just Another Day” →
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.
Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: The Stranded Mr. C” →
“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. “
Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Christmas Bedtime Story” →
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?
Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Another Pandemic” →
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)
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?
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” →
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” →
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!!!” →
Kellie 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” →
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