Friday Fictioneers: The Vow

Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: The Vow”

Friday Fictioneers: Never Broken

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Never Broken”

What do you see # 147 – Drowned

Continue reading “What do you see # 147 – Drowned”

Friday Fictioneers: Doomed to the Max

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Doomed to the Max”

What do you see # 140 – Tragedy in Slow Motion

Continue reading “What do you see # 140 – Tragedy in Slow Motion”

What do you see # 134 – The Reflection in the Mirror

Continue reading “What do you see # 134 – The Reflection in the Mirror”

Friday Fictioneers: Apart for Now

PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda

Standing in the shadows in ripped jeans and hoodie, she watched his boy entered the building and before long, the apartment became lit in a dim orange glow.

Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Apart for Now”

Sunday Writing Prompt – The End of the Road

“Next stop, Central Station, the end of the road, as far as we go.” The robotic Siri-like voice announced.

Continue reading “Sunday Writing Prompt – The End of the Road”

Friday Fictioneers: Lost and Found

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

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”

Photo Challenge #350: Caught in Action

– Lovers by Harry Hollard, 1982

The drawing was blinding. I couldn’t even touch it, let alone look at it. This is what I spent $500 for? I was expecting scandalizing photographs, detailing all those mysterious hours my husband has spent away on his so-called “work trips”. I was definitely not expecting this.

Continue reading “Photo Challenge #350: Caught in Action”

Friday Fictioneers: Not Going Back

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“Where are you, girl?” She heard the angry man shout. “I know you’re here somewhere.” Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Not Going Back”

Calm Before the Storm – #writephoto #shortstory #fiction

Credit: Sue Vincent

Her nervousness fades and heartbeat slows as the small row boat travels downstream. Continue reading “Calm Before the Storm – #writephoto #shortstory #fiction”

Stark – Disappear #writephoto #fiction

photo credit: Sue Vincent

With six-pack of beer on his passenger seat, Eddy pulled over to the shoulder. Continue reading “Stark – Disappear #writephoto #fiction”

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Miss Perfect Imperfect

Credit: Jodi McKinney

“Bad night?” The bartender asked and placed a shot glass on the bar-top.  Continue reading “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Miss Perfect Imperfect”

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Voodoo Priestess

Having been down on my luck lately, Becky recommended me to head to New Orleans to see her friend, a fortune-teller-slash-voodoo-priestess. I’ve never been a big believer of such things but Becky swore by the priestess’s miracles. So I decided to take a day-trip to the French Quarter. Continue reading “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Voodoo Priestess”

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Runaway

“Emily?” I froze. How the hell did he manage to find me? Continue reading “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Runaway”

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Izzy’s Tree House

“What are you doing?!” Izzy shrieked when she saw her mother pull the pin used to secure the door to the cages. Continue reading “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Izzy’s Tree House”

Friday Fictioneers: The Bad Leg

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

“I hate you.” He muttered as he limped down the street. Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: The Bad Leg”

Friday Fictioneers: Broken-hearted

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Her words kept replaying over and over in his head, “I’m sorry but I can’t see you anymore.” Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Broken-hearted”

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Out to Sea

He waited for her by the docks, kept hoping she would show to at least say goodbye. Continue reading “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Out to Sea”

What Makes a Bad Day

My strongest memory of heart-pounding, belly-twisting nervousness (it’s more anxiety than nervousness) was this morning. Seriously, I am having a bad and weird day.

I was super exhausted last night and I’m not sure whether I didn’t set my alarm last night or my alarm didn’t go off this morning or what. When I open my eyes this morning, it took me a second to register my clock read 8:09. I’ve overslept. Thank god the alarm clock is off by 10 minutes and that it’s actually 7:59 but still I overslept.

My chest was pounding as I almost fell out of bed. “Oh my god,” I kept saying as I dressed, brushed my teeth, and pulled my hair into a ponytail. I stuffed all my things into my backpack, grabbed a pair of socks, and a breakfast shake and I was out of the door.

When I got to the garage, I pressed the button to open the trunk, the trunk didn’t pop. That’s weird, I thought. I pressed again, still, nothing. I was really scared then and it left me with no choice but to do it the old-fashion way, open it with the key. On the way to school, I blamed my mom, blaming her for causing me to oversleep, blaming her that she’d done something to the trunk last night when she was moving all the things we got from her friend’s daughter’s apartment to the garage.

It was partly her fault because she knew I have school today and still dragged me to her friend’s daughter’s apartment in Salt Lake City last night. For two hours last night, I spent moving back and forth with pots, pans, and boxes of seasonings from the apartment to the car.

Two boxes full of seasonings

Her friend’s daughter and I’ve known each other since I was five and she was four, so you can technically call her my childhood friend. Four years ago, she moved to Salt Lake City to attend college there. Last December, she graduated with a Bachelor in Business.

Now that she’s graduated, it’s time for her to return her apartment keys to the landlord. Her landlord’s given her two days to move out but the apartment is still piled high with stuff. Seriously, I have never seen so much stuff in my life. I should had secretly taken a picture but I didn’t bring anything with me last night.

We didn’t spend two hours helping her pack last night, if that’s what you’re wondering. She’s rich, she has people for that. No, her mom has requested her to give her stuff away and only keep the essentials. Her mom has also bought so much stuff that her house in California has no more room. Even her brand-new BMW has to park on the street.

Two sets of knives

My mom spent two hours last night digging through through the things like people searching for priceless junk at the thrift store. I stood out of the way, only helping to transfer the things into the car. At the end of two hours, the back-seat of the car plus the trunk was so full that I couldn’t put another thing in there. So we decided to come home and go again tonight.

The best thing I got last night was my friend’s radio with the iPod plugin. My iPod’s battery is getting worse and worse and I’m pretty sure that I have to replace it soon. I mean I can only get through 200 songs now and it needs a recharge. Getting this radio is like the thing I wanted for a long time because if my iPod battery is going bad, I might as well listen to my music on AC power.

My favorite: I’ve been looking for ya!

I’ve had this kind of radio once but it broke within 3 months of purchase. So I had to returned for a refund and since then, I didn’t dare to buy another one. My friend’s radio looked promising since it costed her $200 and I thought, that has to be something if she’s willing to pay $200 for an alarm clock-radio. And it is. The sound from its speaker is magnificent and it can charge my ancient iPod and that is all I want. Just please last this time.

As for the trunk of the car, well, I guess I’ll wait for my mom to fix it. I saw her do something to it last night. So I’m pretty sure she can fix it.

To you…

Today is Valentine’s Day and my cousin’s birthday, not the pain in the a– cousin. I probably should send him a birthday card, after all, it’s not everyday one gets to turn 19. Continue reading “To you…”

Tipped and Unbalanced

It feels so great to be back. I’ve missing from the world of blogging for the past couple of days because I was on a deadline but all this is passed. I’ve finished my homework and now just have study for an exam which is in two days.

Anyway, yesterday early morning, after just barely 6 hours of sleep, I saw the daily prompt. I was going to write it but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I was like, eh, I’ll just do it later and I never did. The reasons for that are I am tired and my brain was foggy and the other reason, I don’t believe and know anything about astrological signs. Research wasn’t my strong suit so I decided to abandon the blog for one more day.

Today though, I found the prompt finally to be interesting, it said, “Yesterday you invented a new astrological sign. Today, write your own horoscope — for the past month (in other words, as if you’d written it October 1st).”

I am not going to try and invent a new astrological sign. So I’ll use my own. I am a libra and the symbol for that is the scale. It’s supposed to remain balance but this month, if anything, it feels like it’s tipped.


Okay, now, I’m curious. I am opening up another tab to check this out. Wow, it’s strangely and insanely accurate. How did they do that? So why do I need to write my own? Oh well, whatever, here goes:

October will be a challenging month. There will be communication chaos and this will cause frustration to relationships. You want to get your thoughts out, but it’s possible the other person will not be receptive to them, or they won’t understand what you’re trying to convey. You may have to just let this one go.

October has been a roller-coaster month full of family drama, exams, and homework. I am really looking forward to the end of this month and on to the next. It can only get better and I know it.