Prompt 86 – What is Happiness?


love is happiness
you and me against the world
always, forever

a nice cup of tea
ringing my Mom and my son
a long, Sunday bath

ice-cream in the park
cycling in the beer garden
swimming in the sea

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For: Prompt 86


Prompt 84 – Small


Best things come in small packages
I’m small and I don’t make a fuzz
It’s not the size but what I can do
I flew the world and I’m never blue
My heart is as big as the ocean
Always on the go, I’m full of action
Him Indoors and HRH the son
They’re my stars, moon and sun
And we live in our small house
Listening to Beethoven and Strauss
I love being small
It’s not too far to fall

For: Prompt 84


Mortal – Photo Challenge #74 and Prompt 80 – Midweek Wordle #12



Are you nervous, my friend?
What was done was done
What you did was to defend
It was also all right to run

Think yourself lucky for getting away
The sky was your witness that evening
No moon and stars and the sky’s grey
Hard to explain, it’s often so baffling

Life was more complicated than before
Sometimes we have to make sacrifices
That was the antidote, I swore
We had to admit it wasn’t a paradise


For: Photo Challenge #74 and Midweek Wordle #12


Lies and Smiles – Writing Prompt #120 “Collage 4″ and Prompt 76 – Weekend Wordle #11


Murder, she wrote
As hollow as a dock
As she read the quote
And the crow squawked

Dumb cat up the chimney
Sad as the absence of the sun
Emotional cruelty so bleakly
Such a heavy burden

The crow’s harsh caw
The clock’s ticking
Bone the dog gnaws
Her eyes brooding

Candle light’s flickering
As fast as a heartbeat
She’s tired from crying
Why was he such a cheat?

Then stop, completely still
All alone in the room
She was tense and unfulfilled
Her eyes peering into the gloom

Lies, smile and necklace
Hopelessly waiting for him
An existence at best aimless
Start again from therethrough


For: Writing Prompt #120 and Weekend Wordle #11


Freedom – Picture Prompt #24 and Prompt 73 – Midweek Wordle #11


I’m free, I’m free
I can have my shopping spree
After such a long time
Concentrate on my rhyme
I can wear that skirt the way I want
Like I’m some sort of a debutante
Above or below my knees, my choice
I can also hear my own voice
I can hang around different places
What’s all the buzz and the fuzz?
At anytime and anywhere, it’s up to me
Of course, I’d like to swim in the sea
Sleep on the floor, rest whenever I like
I can bike, it’s good for my psyche
Visit my family presenting my new me
And we can have a nice cup of tea


For: Picture Prompt #24 and Midweek Wordle #11

Take It Easy – 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups and Whirligig 9

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from Jae Rose and her sidekick Alice: carat, boil, late, hat, sequence, white, outside, shoe, thought, cherry, chain, nifty


It’s nifty outside, don’t forget your scarf, shoes and your white hat. Don’t be late, it’s going to be a great day. A teddy bear’s picnic with lots of strawberries and cherries, boiled eggs and other sandwiches. To the seaside, where else? We’ll meet friends, sing songs, swim, drink and eat, in that sequence. Take it easy. And I thought of a fun game, too. It’s called a chain of events, where we take it in turns to do random good things. How cool is that!


For: Phrase Phase #10, 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups and Whirligig 9

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“The Last Steampunk Waltz” – Music Friday Prompt #3 and Prompt 69 – Weekend Wordle #10


Stay still, don’t be so desolate
Soon the feeling of joy will come
You might stir up the nest of hornet
In a now familiar picture of bedlam

And she’ll waltz very gracefully
Horns will make heavenly music
In her quiet way revealing such beauty
Mysterious lyrics, she sings cryptic

Revealing some sort of motivation
Leading to intelligent conversation
Releasing you from your burden
Always nice to share with someone

The beauty of a rose with its thorns
There’s always a yin and a yang
One day my child plants an acorn
Where the balance of life hangs

For: Music Friday Prompt #3 and Weekend Wordle #10


Me, Myself, I – Prompt 68 – Quoted #10


Don’t you forget about me
I was the one with the fringe
And liked to twirl around
With her red dress and shoes
Who bounced like a ball
And had tried everything
And anything under the sun
Who wouldn’t miss an opportunity
Even though there were hindrances
On the way blocking her way
I was your friend who rallied
Behind you and cheered you
When you were upset and
Wanted a shoulder to cry on
I was your best buddy
And at the same time
Your critique when things
Were not the same as what
They seemed to be, tough
I told things the way they were
Sometimes hurting people
And I didn’t mean to hurt them
I was just the real me, no pretence
I was an optimist until the end
Believed that there was good
In everyone and would give them
A second chance or even a third one
So please don’t you forget about me


Catch me if you can
I don’t want to be a dead man

Now you see me, now you don’t
Things I can’t tell you and I won’t

I can make myself disappear
I know, that’s a bit queer

When I don’t want to be there
As long as I have something to wear

When I’m in an awkward situation
I twirled around and I spun

Like when I’m a third wheel
I don’t want him for me to steal

Or when I’ve dug a deep hole
I could fit myself in a cubbyhole

When I’ve done something I shouldn’t
And I could go as far away as a distant

Or I’ve said something that hurt
Like you smell like a Roquefort

Escape to a place where no one can see me
I promise to be very quiet in a back alley

Escape to a world where I feel needed
I’m one of them and in a crowd I blended

Escape to a new planet – hey, that’s cool
As long as there’s a school and a whirlpool

For: Quoted #10


Bedtime Story – Sunday Photo Fiction and Prompt 66 – Midweek Wordle #10


“Dad, please tell us again about your mystery box,” the children cajoled their Dad before going to bed.

“Oh you just want to delay bedtime, OK, a long time ago, I had a glimpse of this pyramid box in an abandoned rubble after the earthquake and I was fascinated by it, so I took it.”

“I looked inside the box and there was nothing in it. I put it beside my bed and that night it glowed, as if reaching for my soul, which was a weird feeling. From then on, my life has changed and it served as my good luck charm. The end. Time for bed, kids, sleep tight.”

“Good night, Dad” the kids chorused.


For: Sunday Photo Fiction and Midweek Wordle #10


Surprise! – Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers and Prompt 62 – Weekend Wordle #9

This week's photo prompt is provided by Louise with “The Storyteller's Abode.” Thank you Louise!

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with “The Storyteller’s Abode.” Thank you Louise!

“I’m afraid I have something to show you. I was fascinated by them and bought them for our garden – one, two, three, you can open your eyes now…” I guided him through our house.

“Oh no,” he groaned.

“Don’t you like them? We’re the only ones in the neighbourhood who has them!” I tried to sound convincing.

“Not even if they were made of gold, they were so huge for our garden,” he tried to catch my attention as I was figuring out the best places for them.

“We’re always on different pages, you never liked what I liked,” I shouted as I stormed back to the house.

“It’s going to be a long night,” he shook his head slowly.


For: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers and Weekend Wordle #9

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