Weekend Writing Prompt #103 – Vulnerable


Photo credits: Tien

Title: Blossoming

I abandon my defences and open my heart up to you; do not trample on my heart, for it is vulnerable.

(21 words)

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

The challenge is simple: each week you will be given an exact number of words you can use to write a poem or piece of prose.  You can use any format or style you like; go wherever your inspiration takes you.  The only rules are these:

  • your poem / prose must contain this week’s word.  The word does not have to count towards the exact word count total – it can be in the title, or the first letters of the lines of a poem can spell it out – you can be as creative as you want as long as it’s there somewhere.
  • the length of your poem / prose must match the number of words stated in this week’s challenge.  No more.  No less.

Prompt: Weekend Writing Prompt #103 – Vulnerable


Scintillating Saturday Share #3

Jernee–night watching. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

sneaking love
into the heart
from outside

(7 words)

Tre’s ability to spread love and read your words carefully is infinite and I remember the very first time she commented on my short story, The Vending Machine. Her comment filled me with confidence that I never had before in my writing and I have been reading her for as long as I can remember, which is from 2016 (the year I joined Medium).

Jernee is also featured in her writing frequently and I also grew to love Tre’s little lady. Naturally, when I saw this prompt, I just could not resist. I must say, the words flood out of me faster than Niagara Falls.

This is specially for you, Tre! I hope you like it! 😀

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Every Saturday, I will share a photo that touches my heart, makes me happy, or lifts my spirits in some way. The purpose? To send love, light, peace, and kindness out into the ether. Scintillating Saturdays: one definition of the word scintillating is as follows: witty; brilliantly clever.”

Now, it’s your turn. This’ll be our “Scintillating Saturday Share #3.” You can respond to this post, reblog and respond, or create a standalone post of your own, but please ping or tag this post so that I’ll know to read and respond to yours.

Using up to 7 words, tell me what this photo sparks in you.

Prompt: Scintillating Saturday Share #3


Friday Fictioneer 26 April 2019

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Title: His Hobby

Joel first murdered people as a professional and was phenomenal at his artwork. He arrived, did his job and departed quietly.

Later, he murdered people as a volunteer for helpless women who wished revenge for themselves or their daughters.

He murdered rapists and abusers in front of these women to satisfy their lust for vengeance. His favourite moment was then snapping these women’ necks before sauntering out of their houses, whistling.

These days, he murdered people as a hobbyist. He was by a beach, watching swimmers. They would have never suspected the slime-covered railings contained traces of powerful contact poison.

(100 words)

Disclaimer: please don’t call the police.

Well, this idea came to me when I was on the toilet, so it pretty much sums up the quality of this story…LOL. Truth be told though, I quite enjoy writing this dark story. Better channel all negative emotions through fiction than action, eh?

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Prompt: Friday Fictioneers 26 APRIL 2019

Genre Writing Challenge April 25

Image by Alejandro Tuzzi from Pixabay

Title: The Lover

By the gods, he loved her. Jonathan really did. She drove him crazy, slowly taking her time to lean in and kiss him. First on the lips, then on the nose, then on the cheeks. She looked at him sensually before leaning in again, whispering into his ears.

“If you really love me, you would do it for me. Didn’t you say you would do anything for me?”

“Yes,” he replied, dazed. “Yes, I did.” By the gods, Jonathan really loved her. He would do anything for her!

“Good. Kill your family for me. Your wife and your kids. Without them, we can finally be together!”

“Yes, together,” he replied.

She read in the newspaper the next day that Jonathan had stabbed his wife, Amanda, and his three children, a little boy of seven and twin girls of four to death.

She smiled. The pain of plastic surgery and all the corrective surgeries on her once hunchback body was worth it. She finally had her revenge.

Serve Jonathan and Amanda right for making her high school years a misery with their relentless bullying.

(183 words)

I’m starting to suspect my mental health. I did not think of this story; it just came to me as I was writing about the romantic interaction between the two, then unnamed, characters. I do feel sorry about the innocent children though.

Well, I have never tried Romance Mystery genre before. I think I got the Romance part down, but I’m not too sure about the Mystery part.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

This challenge is a bit different:

Response should use the photo prompt given
Response should be in specified genre

The purpose of this challenge is to push ourselves to dip our toes in other genres than we normally write in. The form of writing is up to you.

It doesn’t have to be good!
It doesn’t have to be right!


Prompt: Genre Writing Challenge April 25

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #24

Title: The Husband

“Let me in, please! I need you, Jenny.”

Jenny closed her eyes and ignored the plea. It was over between them; she knew this but her husband did not. Her ex-husband. And now, he stood outside pleading, she sobbing quietly inside, separated by a door. So near yet so far.

“Please, give me a chance. Give us a chance.”

She leaned against the door, trying to control her sobs and the urge to threw open the door. Just go away, she chanted in her mind. Oh, how tempted she was to open the door.

“Please, baby.”

“Go away,” she finally cried out, no longer able to control herself. “Just go away! Please! I killed you myself!”

(116 words)

I love me a twist. I have been trying to master the art of adding twists to my stories without too much squeaking sound. I’m not sure how this one plays out though. Please leave comments to tell me if it works out. Thanks!

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Here’s how it works:

Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.)
You respond with something CREATIVE

Here are some suggestions:

  • An answering photo
  • A cartoon
  • A joke
  • A caption
  • An anecdote
  • A short story (flash fiction)
  • A poem
  • A newly minted proverb, adage or saying
  • An essay
  • A song—the lyrics or the performance

You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:

  • Your creative offering is indeed yours
  • Your writing is kept to 150 words or less

Prompt: Crimson’s Creative Challenge #24

Three Line Tales, Week 169

three line tales, week 169: San Jose

Title: For Survival

He did not dare to make a sound and breathe lightly, for the zombies were crossing in front of his car.

His foot slowly eased on the brake and he suddenly stepped on the accelerator, howling gleefully as he mowed down the zombies before they could get to him.

Screams filled the night as the survivors and witnesses scrambled for their safety from the lunatic behind the wheels.

(3 lines)

I think there are many people who have explored the negative effects of the apocalyptic genre but I still decided to go with this story. The trick is not telling the story; the trick is telling the story in three lines. Overall though, I quite like the product.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
  • Link back to this post (& check the link shows up under the weekly post).
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so everyone can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

Prompt: Three Line Tales, Week 169

Kreative Kue 214

Title: Tail Lights

Tension mounted as Doyle and Laura sat in their car.

Luck loved tricks.

The mist rolled in just as their target drove off, hiding the fact that they were following him. They were just behind their target’s car and judging by the route the target took, the journey would be quite a while. Doyle could feel the tension reaching a fever pitch in him and Laura was eerily silent, her eyes staring intently at the red tail lights floating in front of them.

“Laura, why don’t we just stop for a while?”

“Shut up and drive,” she snapped. “follow him as closely as possible. We can’t lose him!”

“If we don’t stop, Laura, something bad is going to happen,” he warned. “I mean it. Why don’t we just explain to him?”

“Doyle Kennard Royston.”

He shrank under Laura’s frosty tones and withering look.

“Something bad is really going to happen,” he hated his own whimpering voice.

She kept silent. And he kept following their target.

A long sound of flatulence echoed in their car.

“Doyle Kennard Royston!”

“I told you!”

“By the gods, it stinks! Pull over and let me out! And tell Carson to pull over and wait for us! Good lord it stinks!”

(205 words)

I was stumped when I saw this prompt. It really challenged me as to what story I can spin out of this image. And it does not help when I have read wonderful stories and poetry from other challengers too.

Since I enjoy telling silly stories, I decided to turn to comic writing and see where it leads me to. And the Royston family is usually one of my favourite fiction characters to turn to for longer writing. They are born out of a Christmas story I wrote three years back and ever since, I have used them occasionally whenever I write longer fiction. But this is the first time I actually used them for such comic writing.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

On to this week’s challenge: Using this photo as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithchanning@gmail.com before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here.

Prompt: Kreative Kue 214

I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu Challenge #16

Title: Sound Waves

Music is my soul,
anchoring experiences
to colour myself.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.


PLEASE follow them! I’d hate to not see your piece(s) represented in the recap the following week! Confused? Any questions – email me at sushibocks@gmail.com

  • Create a standard three line, 5/7/5 syllable count haiku/senryu
  • Deadline for each submission will be on the Saturday of this week
  • Up to 3 pieces permitted
  • Link your piece to this “IWH Haiku/Senryu Challenge#” on your post
  • Always give photo credit if there is one
  • Complete entry form below

Above all else, have fun and be creative with this!

Prompt: I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu Challenge #16

Twittering Tales #133 – 23 April 2019

Photo by WikiImages at Pixabay.com

Title: Spiders

The fear is very real. When you’re afraid of spiders, space is the best place to live.

After all, no air, no spider. Right?

Anyway, arachnophobia is a serious problem – what’s that on my helmet? Is that – NO! HOW DID THE SPIDER GET IN? NO, HELP! MAYDAY! MAY –

Transmission lost.

(275 characters)

This is the second photo prompt I did for Twittering Tales and I could not help but come up with silly ideas. Exaggerating the phobia of spiders is one of them. If I offend any of you who are really afraid of spiders, do pardon me.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.

Prompt: Twittering Tales #133 – 23 April 2019

Thursday photo prompt: Beyond #writephoto

Title: Reclamation

Type: Flash Fiction
Genre: Horror / Supernatural

Swish, swish, swish…

He wakes up with a start, his helmet askew. The trees sway gently to the breeze and in the distant, he can hear birds chirping. Something has woken him up. What is he doing, sleeping in the middle of the forest anyway? More importantly, who is he?

His eyelids grow heavy; sleep threatens to claim him before he can claim any answers.

Swish, swish, swish…

He rises and stumbles like a drunken buffalo, grabbing whatever near him for support. Logic dictates that he must be a construction worker; he is wearing a vest and a safety helmet. And observation indicates he is a lumberjack; chainsaws and tree stumps are also around him.

He also notices, in a disinterested and dry manner, saplings are growing from the stumps, with some weird limbs curling protectively around it.

Swish, swish, swish…

He continues to lumber among the trees. He swears a tree shrinks from him when he leans against it for support. Is that normal? He takes another couple of steps and his helmet is suddenly yanked from his head.

“Hey…” he protests weakly as he looks around owlishly.

Shh, shh, shh…

Weariness and delusion occupy the same space in his head. On the tree to his right, his helmet twirls on a branch at least one metre higher than he can reach with his hands. Before he is able to consider the situation, something sharp scratches through his vest, scratches through his clothes. He suspects he is bleeding but he is too tired to check. The branches are now poking and prodding him to the left, away from the helmet.

“But…” he protests weakly again. But why is he so bothered? Is it not natural for things to get caught on branches?

Shh, shh, shh…

He continues shuffling his way. Where is he going? Ah, looking for a tree stump. A recently cleared tree stump will be the best. He would not want to hurt the saplings growing on the other stumps. Trees are important, are they not? He would look for a cleared tree stump and rest, curling on it like a baby. The tree would protect him.

There! he finally finds one.

Sleep, sleep, sleep…

True to his words, he lumbers toward the stump and curls on it. He is a good boy, listening to Mother’s words. Mother knows everything best. He would sleep. Who cares about such a mundane job like logging? Why would anyone even think about cutting trees down? Trees are important to people. Trees are important to Mother.

He sleeps and bleeds on the tree stump.

Sleep, sleep, sleep…

If he sees his fellow lumberjacks, each sleeping on a tree stump in various state of decomposition, he will have left the forest screaming. But Mother knows everything best. Mother knows how to move man around without arousing suspicion. And Mother wants her trees to grow strong and healthy; her garden is dying because of the parasites consuming her trees.

And this logging site is the best place for her to start reclaiming.

Sleep, sleep, sleep…

(512 words)

I will admit, while this photo is great material for melancholic poetry, it is time for me to stay away from that path. At least for a while. So I had to brainstorm a bit.

While I would not say I am an environmental activist, I am a nature lover and I would not stand for harming the environment in a thoughtless manner. Naturally, I understand the need for logging but at the same time, I just feel sad that it is happening at an alarming rate and everyone seems to care more about money. And the trees are just defenceless against such attacks.

But I started thinking, must trees be passive during deforestation? I’m in somewhat of a Stephen King reading spree and when I decided to breathe some life into trees, I also decided it to be a horror/supernatural story.

Of course, when left to my own devices, this is how verbose I can get. But the setting also seems important too and for that, I need words. I certainly hope the horror element comes through.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Prompt: Thursday photo prompt: Beyond #writephoto