Share Your World – Week of March 1, 2021

Is every piece of truth worth telling? (credit to the magnificent Cyranny for this one)

I feel so conflicted

I feel so conflicted at times when someone reminds me that I’m a grown woman and don’t need permission from anyone to leave the house or go do the things I like, except somehow I do.

Lens-Artists Challenge #137: Soft

To me, the word soft can mean so many things – fluffy as in furs or feathers, delicate, and in photography, soft-focus, meaning the texture has been taken out of the photographs. This week, I hope these old photos can convey the meaning of soft.

#WeekendCoffeeShare: The Last Weekend of February 2021

Good morning, it’s still pretty chilly out. Please come into the warmth and let’s chat in my fresh-bread-smelling kitchen. I had just finished baking a loaf of Sourdough Foccacia. It’s been a while since I’ve baked anything and I sure do love Foccacia. They are so savory and versatile.

Friday Fictioneers: Not this Year

March 2020

Those Darn Meddlers…

I have a problem with people meddling into people’s lives. Isn’t there a saying – “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it”? I think this applies to meddling as well. According to my personal experience and all those movies and TV shows I’ve watched over the year, I don’t think there’s ever been a scenario…

CFFC: Tree Bark

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge

Share Your World – Week of February 22, 2021

Have you ever ‘butt dialed” someone? (‘butt dialed’ means have you ever made a phone call that you weren’t aware of making, because the buttons on the phone got pushed by your sitting on them (in your pocket) OR having something in your handbag press against them?)

My Current Dilemma

This prompt word for this week’s Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge is Divorce. For the past few weeks, I have been dealing with something that has something with my mom’s divorce from my step-dad. It’s been weighing on me and I’m hoping to talk to someone about this. Alas, there’s literally no one I can talk…

Lens-Artists Challenge #136: Subjects that Begins with the Letter S

This week, for Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #136, we are challenged to find a photo that contains a subject which begins with the letter S. I decided to get creative with this photo. Hope you like it.

#WeekendCoffeeShare: The Ups and Downs of a Short Work Week

Good morning, welcome to another edition of #weekendcoffeeshare. It looks like it’s going to be another cold one today. So please come in, hang up your coat and join me with a hot cup of something. I’m having my usual today – coffee with no sugar, no cream with a just a dash of unsweetened…

Tale Weaver #315: The Bald Man

Sitting at the edge at the bathtub, naked, bald, one hand clutching a bottle of bourbon, the other a bottle of pills, Alex felt sad, alone, and lost.

Friday Fictioneers: My Sister’s Final Wish

Re-reading my sister, Bethany’s Will, I sighed, “My dear sister, you shall be the death of me.”

Wordless Wednesday: Shimmering

Photo Challenge #354: Together at Last

She opened her eyes and sat up. Where am I? What is this place? She wondered as she looked out the window of the house. The house was surrounded by wheat fields.

Share Your World – Week of February 15, 2021

Do you feel you ask enough questions or do you settle for what you know?

Sunday Writing Prompt – A Story of Love

In the spirit of Valentine’s Day, this week’s MMLM Sunday Writing Prompt is “A Story of Love.“

Lens-Artists Challenge #135: Glimpse into Your World

This week, Sheetalbravon is guest-hosting this challenge and she challenges us to show a glimpse into our world – things that make our world spin or things that makes us happy.

#WeekendCoffeeShare: Hooray for Long Weekends

Good morning, welcome or welcome back (for my regulars) to another edition of #weekendcoffeeshare. Please come on in to the warmth and out of the cold. It’s looking like it’s going to be another snowy Saturday in my part of the world.

Thursday Photo Prompt – Deeper and Deeper… #Writephoto #shortstory #suspense

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.

Friday Fictioneers: Stuck in the Future

“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.

CFFC: Reed, Read, or Red