In Other Words, peanut butter…

So this is where you hid the peanut butter huh?

If you can’t tell that I’m a parrot, then something is wrong with your eyes.

Who says anything about you owning me?

I say I’m a parrot, I didn’t say I am your parrot.

I’m just here for the loot – isn’t it obvious?

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(s) peanut butter 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, peanut butter…


Twittering Tales #155 – 24 September 2019

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Suicide Wish

Too early, the train stops.

Too late, he misses the train.

The timing must be right.

After ages of planning, he knows exactly when the train passes under the bridge.

“Train’s delayed, problem with tracks up ahead,” a policeman calls out. “A sign, I’d say. You’re not destined to die.”

(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 #155 – 24 September 2019

Kreative Kue 230


Segway to Hell

The pugnacious man on the electronic scooter. Everyone in the neighbourhood knows him. Or of him. Zipping around the neighbourhood, he terrorises the pedestrians with his erratic and high speed driving, as well as frantic honking and shouting.

One is never be sure if he will be weaving in and out at high speeds from the back and almost knock into anyone as one is stepping out from the bus stop to flag down the bus. This has happened a few times, to the point everyone believes there is an alarm system on his electronic scooter which reminds him to zip past people from the back as they step out from the bus stop or get off the bus into the bus stop. Even more alarming, he will turn back to flip a bird or scream an obscene or both as he ignores what is in front of him and proceeds to narrowly mow down other pedestrians.

Once, an elderly woman was getting up from a bench in the park after feeding the pigeons when he flew past her on the electronic scooter, startling her so much she plonked right back on the bench, clutching her pounding heart. “Fuck you, you dying hag,” he screamed as he extended a middle finger toward her.

Then there was another time, a child was waiting for his dog to finish doing its business so he could pick up after his pet. Hardly had the child picked up the turd and turned around to throw the little bag into the bin on the pavement did the same man zipped past the child, scaring him so much he fell down and smeared the dog turd over himself. “Fuck off, you little piece of shit!” he shouted.

Today, a father is putting out the rubbish for the garbage collector. Again, the same man zips down the pavement, honking frantically. But the father fails to notice and steps back after depositing the bags of rubbish. The man swerves to avoid him and turns back to give him the middle finger.

“Fuc-” the man never has the chance to complete his swearing as he turns the corner, colliding into a car parked on the side of the road. There is a weird crackling sound from the man as he falls and rolls onto the road, his electronic scooter falling on him.

He groans but does not move. “Help…help me…I can’t move,” he whimpers. “Somebody…help…me…”

The father looks at the man and his electronic scooter. Then he shrugs, turns on his heel and goes back into his flat; he thinks the man is just going to swear at him and his time is better spent on answering the ringing phone. On the other side of the road, the old lady who is sitting on the bench and craning her neck to see what has happened, turns back and continues feeding the pigeons; she hears nothing but the coos of the pigeons. Further up ahead the pavement, the child who is waiting as his dog is marking a fire hydrant, sees the man rolling onto the road; but he starts chasing after his dog when it runs off to investigate a bush, hearing nothing but the barking of his dog. At the bus stop, a bus pulls in and passengers get on and off; they hear nothing but the electronic beeps of bus fare and the chugging of bus engine.

Life continues in the neighbourhood but not for the electronic scooter rider.

*evil grins at this story*

A group I hate besides pedestrians who are glued to their phones as they walk are these irresponsible electronic scooter riders. Pedestrians who are glued to their phones as they walk are annoying, because I have no eye contact with them so I have no way of knowing if they want to step to the left or to the right – we usually end up in an impromptu and awkward choreographing of waltz. My favourite trick is to stop in front of them and let them figure out which way they want to go.

But these irresponsible riders, weaving around on their silent electronic scooters at  30kph, sometimes 40kph even, on the pavement, there is no telling what is going to happen at times.

So please, if you are one of the riders, have the decency to slow down instead of just zipping silent past pedestrians.

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 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 230

I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu Challenge #38


hidden from the world
great eye silently observes
nothing escapes it

Sometimes, people don’t say anything to expose you doesn’t mean they don’t know what happen. They might just be preserving your dignity…

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   

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 9/28/19
  • 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 #38

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #33


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The Owner and the Book

The man knew treasures when he saw one. And that book was unparalleled treasure – a compendium of divination skills rumoured to grant its users power over the future. To think he would encounter such a valuable item in this dingy shop.

“No, how many times must I tell you? It’s not for sale,” the owner rejected his offer yet again.

Hongyi refused to give up. “Why display the book if you have no intentions of selling it then?”

The owner did not reply; he merely gazed at Hongyi steadily. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

Hongyi shook his head and left, but a plan began to form in his mind.

The next day, the owner came down from his living quarters above the shop and noticed the compendium in the display glass case was missing. After all, the display glass case was not sealed, neither was it wired to any alarm system. “So that man came to steal the book after all,” he muttered to himself. He shook his head and went about his day of business, hardly worried about the empty display glass case.

It was only mid-morning, when the owner was sipping his Longjing tea that the compendium reappeared in the display glass case, as if it had never gone missing. The owner sighed, set down his tea and walked over to the display glass case with his hands behind his back respectfully. The book was in perfect condition, except the geometric design on the cover had grown larger.

“Looks like that man can’t handle your power,” the owner observed. He returned to the coffee table and continued to sip his tea. Idly, he wondered when the book was going to choose its next Guardian so he could pass on the responsibilities.

(298 words)

Ooh, what happened? Did Hongyi die? Was the Book magical? Who was the owner? I have no idea as well. I originally created the character, the owner, as part of the series for the Witch I developed a long time ago – the Witch of Wishes, the Lady of Dual Sides, the Collector of Souls and the Merchant of Time.

Sadly, I have only written two stories about the Witch and one about the Lady of Dual Sides (all for The Weekly Knob on Medium). I have conceptualised the Collector of Souls and the Merchant of Time and even planned out the stories for them both, but sadly, I don’t seem to have the same writing stamina and level of interest in finishing the stories.

My promises of writing these stories seem to drag on forever.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Welcome to “Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.” Each week I will be posting a photo I grab off the internet and challenge bloggers to write a relatively short flash fiction piece inspired by the photo. While there are no definitive style or word limits, I suggest trying to keep your posts to under 300 words.

If this picture inspires you and you wish to participate, please write your post, use the tag #FFFC, and link back to this post.

The issue with pingbacks not showing up seems to have been resolved, but you might check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

Please take a few minutes to read some of the other responses to this photo challenge.

Prompt: Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #33

Inspiration Call: Micropoetry Monday

Photo credit: ©

the moon calls for yearning —
my heart sings for beauty

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Inspiration Call: Micropoetry Monday – use this picture as inspiration for a micro poem (a short poem with no particular rules).

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

Prompt: Inspiration Call: Micropoetry Monday

Kira’s Sunday Scribbles

Chasing Monsters and Hunting Demons

They thought they would live in this valley forever – not for all eternity, naturally, but at least long enough for them to settle down and raise their children in peace.

The unicorns grazing in the fields peacefully, the kite monsters flying free in the skies, the levitating fisherman angling for unsuspecting birds, the mist demons playing hide-and-seek and the blurring dandelion trees basking in the warm sun.

That was the beautiful scenery in the giant’s mind as he looked down the at the valley he once called home.

But a burning valley with screams piercing in the air was the horror that would be imprinted in his eyes, and the eyes of their children, as they fled from their enemies. Their enemies who once accused them of any wrongdoings or unfortunate events; their enemies who invented rumours about them; their enemies who turned them away from the community just because of their appearance.

The humans.

And their enemies relentlessly pursued them and hunted them down – not for revenge, not for self-preservation, not for profit, but for stereotypical mindset of ridding ungodly things.

Were they not children of the gods too? Why would the gods put them together with the humans then?

The giant, leading what was left of the villagers, turned and left, forced into hiding in darkness.

One thing I like about Kira’s art pieces is, they are truly inspiring. So many ideas come to mind at once and the ideas all seem to too good not to jot down. What is left is actually to sift through the ideas to identify what works and what does not, then combine the ideas together to form a single coherent and cogent story.

This piece is somewhat dark and ominous but overall, I like where it is going, seeing that it can be a commentary on our society these days.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Welcome to Kira’s weekly inspirational art piece.

Let the whole picture tell you a story, or dive into the small intricate details to make one up! Write a poem, a fiction piece or come up with a picture or drawing of your own, that you feel relates to it.

Feel free to copy Kira’s drawing, to add it to your own post!

Anything goes, there are no rules. But don’t forget to link us to your post with a pingback. Not sure how to do that? See how to create pingbacks here.

Prompt: Kira’s Sunday Scribbles

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #45

A drop of ink dirties a glass of water, but not an ocean. And for some people, their human hearts are oceans which are not tainted easily. But even if a human heart can sail an oil tanker like an ocean does, there is still a limit.

He learns the hard way that the limit is during a low tide.

That is when what is thrown out during the day comes back to haunt him at night, when the ocean washes the trash back. What is washed back is even worse – rotten and smelly after being out in the sea for too long.

If there is such a thing call karma, then it must be the rubbish being washed back.

(121 words)

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 #45

In Other Words, repair…

Image by Steve Buissinne from Pixabay

having a proper resolution
after each conflict,
no repairs would be needed.
after all, we were
made to fit.

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 repair 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, repair…

Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) #4 – September 21, 2019

brown and white bear plush toy

Photo by Pixabay on

appreciating beauty underneath all flaws – acceptance

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Welcome to Week #4 of the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt. Click here to read the guidelines for the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt series.

Prompt for Week #4 (September 21, 2019 – September 27, 2019)

Unconditional love

Click here for the 6WSP image.

I will do a roundup post each Friday. So please be sure to participate before time runs out!

I can’t wait to read your stories. 😀 I hope that you’ll be back for next week’s Six Word Story Prompt. 🙂

Have fun! Thank you for participating. Until next week, folks!

Prompt: Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) #4 – September 21, 2019