I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu Challenge #21

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I will not be trapped
by the four oppressing walls
but fly with the moon.


The desire to fly under the full moon, toward a destination, without any baggage. The best kind of flight ever. But the image is poetic in how it captures the full moon, the clouds and the birds, using the buildings as a kind of frame.

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   

For more detailed information, read about this challenge here.

  • Create a standard three line, 5/7/5 syllable count haiku/senryu
  • Deadline to submit for this week’s challenge will be 11:59pm 6/1/19
  • 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

Prompt: I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu Challenge #21

 

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #28

Outbuildings at Hethel

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When They Came

That night, they came for the witch, dragging her out by her hair. She screamed in pain but they did not care; bloodlust was in the air. Her charge? She lived at the edge of the village, near the forest; villagers saw how she kept to herself, how she fed the animals and how animals behaved docilely around her.

Surely that had to be black magic at work!

She was a filthy and sobbing mess by the time they tied her to the stake. No one would help her; men were easily manipulated and women believed in gossips.

She prayed.

And prayed.

And prayed until the fire consumed her body, leaving behind nothing but ashes.

Satisfied, the villagers went back to their homes that night and their daily lives the following day.

The world showed no compassion – to that woman, to her house and to the animals.

(148 words)


Just a little dark tale. My mind wandered to places where it usually does not go…

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Welcome to my weekly challenge—open to all—just for FUN, FUN, FUN

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

If you post a link in the comments section of this post I’ll be able to find it
If you include Crimson’s Creative Challenge as a heading, WP Search will find it (theory)
If you tag it #CCC others should be able to find it by ‘Searching’ in the WP Reader (fingers crossed)

Prompt: Crimson’s Creative Challenge #28

Twittering Tales #137 – 21 May 2019

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Photo by paulsbarlow7@pixabay.com

Unwanted Attention

Jenny desired spotlight so she staged a break-in, the broken glass door as evidence; the neighbours only wondered who the man in Jenny’s house was.

He looked right at home though.

If only the second floor’s window was broken too, everyone would see a corpse skewered to the walls.

(278 characters)


Hmm…I’m not sure if this is horrifying enough. I’m still trying to get the hang of 280 characters story – I could barely keep a story to 100 words, much less 280 characters!

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. This is important as I have noticed that some of the ping backs have not been working. 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 #137 – 21 May 2019

I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu Challenge #20

Acceptance

You keep one eye closed
to all the flaws found on me
when I bared myself.


I am revived during the holidays (Vesak Day, a Buddhist celebration in honour of life in our part of the world, in case you are wondering). Refreshed and ready to write again after the break!

And speaking of in honour of life, this is haiku which sprang to my mind almost immediately when I saw the image prompt. Can we ever accept people into our lives without finding faults and flaws? *shrugs*

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   

For more detailed information, read about this challenge here.

  • Create a standard three line, 5/7/5 syllable count haiku/senryu
  • Deadline to submit for this week’s challenge will be 12:59pm 5/11/19
  • 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

Prompt: I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu Challenge #20

100 Word Wednesday: Week 121

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Image by Adriana Velásquez 

Mars and Venus

“Go straight down, second shelf, she said,” I muttered. “You can’t miss it. Well, I’m missing it somehow.”

I scrutinised the shelves in front of me. Still, I could not find the book.

“I don’t see it!”

“It’s right there! The second shelf!” she yelled back.

“I am looking at the second shelf,” I yelled again. “It’s not there,” I stressed every word.

Ominous pitter-patter of slippers sounded as she turned the corner and walked toward me, glaring me down the entire time. Reaching into the shelf, she pulled out the book.

“It’s. Right. There.” She said through clenched teeth.

(100 words)


Silly me forgot to follow Bikurgurl and continue with 100-word writing prompts. Took me a few weeks to realise I seem to be missing some challenges. Well, at least I gave a follow so hopefully, I’ll be able to do it regularly!

Anyway, this is born out from all those childhood days my mother almost assassinated me whenever I’m looking for something but couldn’t find it. Then she would come, voila! she found it within seconds and shoved it in my face, saying coolly “Tell me. What’s this?”

I love my mother, I really do. But she is downright scary whenever she does that.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

How to participate? A few guidelines as we begin….

  1. Simply check my feed, or search the reader, for the 100WW or tag #100WW, post each Wednesday. I’ll also be posting on my InstagramTwitter, and Facebook Feeds.
  2. Write your submission on your blog, Instagram, Twitter, or Facebook Feed and ping back to the weekly blog post. Feel free to use the image provided or your own. Please do credit the artist whose image we use — Links provided.
  3. I have not enabled automatic pingbacks due to a plethora of spam messages attempting to link up. Do feel free to also continue posting your links and I will enable your pingbacks as I check my blog. Thank you for understanding!!
  4. I’ll provide a Weekly Summary, or Windup, of posts on or by Tuesday; take the opportunity to read and comment on your fellow bloggers posts {keeping in mind to give each other grace and space}. I try to read them all and post your submission in the Weekly Windup.
  5. Have fun! I enjoy reading your challenge submissions!

Prompt: 100 Word Wednesday: Week 121

Love. War.

Recipe for Love

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Image from Flickr | Photo Credits: vacivity

Thank you, everyone, for coming here today. For being here for me and my family, and of course, for Maddison, Maddy to our friends and colleagues. Or Mad-dog to those who knew her wild and adventurous side.

I don’t have any more wonderful things to say about my wife. Indeed, many of you have done that just now, sharing beautiful stories. Slices of her life. Pieces of her.

No, instead, I have something different to say today. Things about our marriage which are not beautiful, nor wonderful. Some of you might even be, how should I say, surprised?

Ten years ago, Maddy and I graduated from the same university and we got married. But our fights started even before we got married. And since then, we have never stopped quarrelling.

In fact, you can even say it became worse. Enough to last until we are fifty. Strangely, we fought over food the most. Probably because we are both terrible cooks. And neither of us wanted to cook.

Darling, is there anything you want for dinner, she would ask. I’m fine with what you want, I would reply.

As we figured out how to work in the kitchen, shouts and screams were common. As was the smoke alarm. There were days when we ended up having only burnt instant spaghetti for dinner. At 11 o’clock.

But as her battle with her cancer continued, to the point where she could only lie in bed, these fights were the only thing still meaningful in our lives. The only thing that was still normal in our house.

Darling, is there anything you want for dinner, I would ask. I’m fine with what you want, she would reply.

But things were different. Shouts and screams were no longer common. Neither was the smoke alarm. And I would end up feeding her instant spaghetti, the only dish we learnt how to make.

Funny how these are the things I remember about Maddy. But in the end, it is these little things that made up our lives.

So what if we have enough quarrels to last until we’re fifty? That dream is never going to come true. How I wish I can hear them again. Even just for one more time.

Originally published in LitUp


This piece is difficult to write because so many things came to mind. How do I get the words down without losing the emotions? This story has been sitting around for almost 3 months now and have gone through many rounds of edit. I can no longer figure out what works and what does not. Is it too melodramatic? Does it lack the impact of the message? Is the theme strong and clear enough?

I decided to submit and crossed my fingers that the editor is willing to. The editor, DiAmaya Dawn (talented lady of many crafts, by the way) of LitUp was kind enough to accept and publish it. So what you are reading is the final product, which I hope is a touching message from a spouse.

I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu Challenge #19 – 2nd Attempt

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Music

rhythmic melody
releases my tired soul through
sonorous rhythm


rhythmic melody
releases my tired soul through
melodious rhythm

This is the original haiku I wrote. If I have to confess, I prefer the original one rather than the one in second attempt because of the mirror parallel – I’m a big sucker for it. But at least, after a couple of friends pointed out that the last line contains 6 syllables rather than 5, I’m glad to announce “rhythm” is generally accepted as 2-syllable word 😀

Back story: my mind is in the gutter these days and I’m too tired to even figure out the number of syllables in a word. And this is also when howmanysyllables.com failed me because it listed “rhythm” as 1-syllable word…

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   
For more detailed information, read about this challenge here.

  • Create a standard three line, 5/7/5 syllable count haiku/senryu
  • Deadline to submit for this week’s challenge will be 12:59pm 5/18/19
  • 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

Prompt: I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu Challenge #19

Twittering Tales #136 – 14 May 2019

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Photo by NRD at Unsplash

Love at First Sight

He was completely mesmerised by her expression. How proportionate her facial features were, her mouth slack open and the blank look in her glassy eyes.

Then the phone rang.

He sighed, kissed her lips gently and put her head back in the refrigerator before answering the wall phone.

(279 characters)


Horror is my new favourite genre to write these days, although I am still trying to figure out the macabre without overt dramatisation.

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. This is important as I have noticed that some of the ping backs have not been working. 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 #136 – 14 May 2019

I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu Challenge #19

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Music

rhythmic melody
releases my tired soul through
melodious rhythm


Music is my life.

That was my original line for this haiku but it somehow lacks that poetic sense to my ears. But music has been a big part of my life, whether I am playing the piano, singing songs or listening to music on my iPod. And most importantly, I store my memories in music as well, as each piece contains a certain memory, a small piece of my life.

This one takes quite some time because I was deciding how many syllables there are in “rhythmic” and “rhythm”. In the end, it occurs to me, there are so many syllable counting websites out there I could have just log in to one of the sites. They all agree on the number of syllables and I heave a sigh of relief.

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   
For more detailed information, read about this challenge here.

  • Create a standard three line, 5/7/5 syllable count haiku/senryu
  • Deadline to submit for this week’s challenge will be 12:59pm 5/18/19
  • 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

Prompt: I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu Challenge #19

Weekend Writing Prompt #105 – Denial

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Refuting Rumours

Janice decided her neighbour had lied about her husband kissing his secretary. Her neighbour was trying to sabotage their marriage. She should have known; her neighbour had always been jealous of their relationship.

Sure, they travelled overseas frequently but that was just work. Sure, he sent her home every day but that was just being gentlemanly. Sure, he got the same gifts for Janice and her but that was just a coincidence.

She was not in denial.

(77 words)


I never realised writing 77-word story is so difficult. It is really tough balancing between creating a setting and moving the story forward without losing anything. I sure hope the story packs the punch despite the brevity. And more importantly, it’s not ambiguous…

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 #105 – Denial