I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu Challenge #31

galvanising act

barren tundra of
hibernating inaction –
empathy aroused

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Hmm, this took a really long time for me to come up with. For some reason, I can’t find all the right words to fit into this senryuu – either too many syllables or too little. But I’m quite happy with the end product. The photo is inspiring as usual, but my brain just refuses to co-operate at times. Today is one of those days.

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 8/10/19
• 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 #31

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Twittering Tales #148 – August 6, 2019

Photo by David Reed at Pixabay.com

Maiden Flight

The little boy’s parents gasped while he cried out; the birthday surprise was morphing into a nightmare.

The hovering helicopter wobbled drunkenly before nosediving.

Screams sounded out at once.

The father picked up the toy helicopter and, after a brief check, announced “It’s OK!”

(278 characters)

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I’m exceptionally bad at controlling electronics, which is why I don’t have remote cars or helicopters. That and the fact that our family is an average family who just managed about to settle our monthly bills and expenses.

I also don’t understand the fascination of other boys my age in cars and drones. My male friends have offered to let me to drive their cars in an attempt to “teach” me how to drive. It’s probably illegal as I don’t have a driving licence but they were excited to “cure” me of my apathy toward cars. On second thoughts, maybe I should not have said this on a public blog.

Well, long story short, we didn’t crash but let’s just say it didn’t go well – my friends would rather go on roller coaster rides and that’s saying something, since they are all not fans of rides.

For some reason, they never offered to let me fly their drones.

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 #148 – August 6, 2019

In Other Words, carousel

Image by skeeze from Pixabay

round the carousel of life i go
believing i have seen it all
distracted by how much i think
i have a horrid life
forgetting it is just a day of my life

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I think we all need hope every now and then. Personally, this image conjures up an idea of horrid routine, but things change if I believe enough in myself. It’s best not to complicate things at times.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Write a story or poem of 5 Lines or Less
Use the picture and/or the word carousel as inspiration
Link back to this post
If you are on WordPress this will create a pingback.
If you are not on WordPress put a link to your post in the comments.
You can also post your story or poem in the comments.

Prompt: In Other Words, carousel

Three Line Tales, Week 183

photo by Marcus Wallis via Unsplash

The Last Stand

They are the last line of defence, standing against the barrage of attacks which threatened to destroy everything they ever know.

But things are changing; the flag is not what it used to be and the attacks are becoming more vicious, more insidious.

Ignorance has never been a bliss, only a threat to society.

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“And in the calmest and most stillest night,
With all appliances and means to boot,
Deny it to a king? Then happy low, lie down!
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.”

Henry IV, Part II, Shakespeare

Society is the crown and all of us are its monarchs. But since when have we become ignorant as one and allow various societal issues to become threats to the crown?

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 183

Scintillating Saturday Share #17

One Love Sign, Raising Cane’s Chicken, Anchorage, AK|Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

before lovin’ others
filled myself with love

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Before we give, we must have. If we have no love for ourselves, how do we give love to others? I find myself questioning myself (ok, I saw what’s wrong with that clause) these days, as my temper gets the better of me due to all the work I have to do. And also, I’m in need of a good bucket of fried chicken.

Yet people ask me, why am I insisting on writing every day? Why am I insisting on exercising every day? Because if I don’t share, if I don’t let go of the tension, I’ll go crazy.

By the way, a quick confession: there was this epic moment when I wrote this post and I forgot – HOW ON EARTH DO I CHANGE THE TEXT COLOUR? I was searching the entire navigation bar and getting upset. *shakes my head* I do sorely need a break from work. Can’t wait until the long weekend holiday next week!

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 #17.” 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.

Care to get creative with me for this scintillating Saturday share?

Prompt: Scintillating Saturday Share #17

Inspiration Call: Create a 6 -Word Story

Photo credit: © Pixabay.com

social fabric fails to cage me

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I could not help but wonder what other people were thinking as the photographer and the model took this photograph – to what lengths will people do? Then it struck me: how am I any different?

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Inspiration Call: Tell the story behind this picture in just 6 words. A Six Word story is a challenge for each writer to come up with a short story within six words.

Publishing opportunity details for this writing prompt can be found at Open Publishing Projects.

#WritingPrompt #WritersChallenge #InspirationCall #CreativeTalentsUnleashed

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Prompt: Inspiration Call: Create a 6 -Word Story

100 Word Wednesday: Week 131

Image by Bikurgurl

She had always been nimble since she was a child, climbing everywhere before she could walk properly. Her mother used to call her “my little monkey”.

And all her jobs had got something to do with heights; window cleaning, billboard painting, power lines installing and the likes.

But bounded to a wheelchair now, she was a shell of her former self, unable to even climb the stairs.

“Look how high I’m going, Gramma!” the little girl laughed.

Running to the other side, her granddaughter went down the slide fearlessly.

She smiled. “Climb, my little monkey, climb!”

Her legacy lived on.

(100 words)

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How beautiful it is, to pass on one’s skill to the next generation. If there is only one regret I must name, it will be my clumsiness to learn my mother and paternal grandmother’s culinary skills. My mother had inherited my paternal and maternal grandmothers’ recipes of traditional dishes. While I learnt to make the simplest and most basic dishes, I lacked the aptitude to learn the more complicated dishes.

How much of history is lost if I can never learn them…

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 Instagram, Twitter, 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 131