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Photo credits: Tien | Incheon, South Korea (2020)

“Fabian, you have to accept the fact. This marriage is not going to work.”

His wife was beside him in the cafe, quiet all the while when he suddenly heard her say that.

If Fabian was surprised, he did not show it.

It was probably fatigue. After long hours of travelling, he was finally reunited with his wife in Kazakhstan. That had been a better part of one whole day, even with the time difference in mind. And now, they were on their way back to America, back home to that city where their romance first started. That was another half day gone.

Travelling was not the problem; the problem was Fabian did not sleep well whenever he travelled. He was lucky if he even got two hours of sleep. He must be hearing things.

He had to be.

Because it was a last-minute decision for him to travel to Kazakhstan, he could only do a transfer flight and he had six hours of layover in South Korea. It was too long for him, as well as his active mind, to rest but it was too short to take one of the free transit tours which Incheon Airport had to offer to revisit the city.

So instead, he chose to sit quietly and people-watched. He had ordered a dark chocolate cheesecake and a hazelnut latte - both her favourite - but they remained untouched.
And she suddenly dropped that bombshell on him.

Fabian did not look at her.

“Please.”

Again, her voice. He could not deny it anymore. He let a few moments passed before he cleared his throat and started speaking.

“Angela, did you remember our first honeymoon? It’s right here, in South Korea. Isn’t it ironic? We were so happy back then. But the airport has certainly changed a lot, hasn’t it? Remember this dark chocolate cheesecake and the hazelnut latte? They are from that same cafe you loved. Angela. Angel-in-us. Angel-in-us. Angela. The cafe that sounds almost like your name if we say it fast enough.”

Pausing in his soliloquy, he finally used the plastic fork to cut a small piece from the tip of the cheesecake that his wife loved so much and put it in his mouth. Most cheesecakes were sweet and creamy so he was pleasantly surprised by the slight savoury and toasted taste of the cheese. The bittersweet taste of the dark chocolate also complemented the cheese well.

It was easier to understand why his wife was so fond of it after he had tasted it himself.
“Since we’re here, shall we take our second honeymoon? And you have always wanted to visit Japan and her famous torii gates, as well as China and the Great Wall, don’t you?” he turned to look at Angela.

She still had that kind and understanding look on her face. Just the way he remembered.
“Let me go, Fabian.”

His vision started to mist and he blinked a few times as he licked his lips. There was still a slight aftertaste of the cheesecake. Instead of replying, he reached for the hazelnut latte and took a sip. The sharp nutty fragrance was not lost on him. Now he really understood why all these years, Angela had a special fondness of the dark chocolate cheesecake and hazelnut latte from Angel-in-us.

“We are already in transit, Angela. Just humour me and I’ll try my best to let you go,” Fabian said.

Then he turned to look at Angela’s ash urn again.

“I promise.”


Originally written for Weeds & Wildflowers on Medium.

I never had any intention of writing this flash fiction, especially the ending. This is originally a photo with the caption I came up with

even the most uncomfortable wait becomes bearable with simply joys

It sparked an interest in a fellow Medium writer, Dennett, and through her series of questions, this story was born. I must say, this is the most organic piece of writing I have ever come up with, starting from just some idle conversation into a snippet of life. Even the ending was surprising for me by the time I finished it, and the entire writing process took me about two hours, editing included.

It has certainly been a long time since I have done such a piece of creative writing.

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Weekend Writing Prompt #123 – Delicate

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He had been so busy being a policeman he never fully fulfill his duty as a father. To him, his daughter was still that little girl who could not punch properly.

Naturally, when they were confronted by a robber, he unconsciously wanted to move in front of his daughter.

His greatest mistake was to judge a flower by its petals. But he forgot that this rose had thorns. All his time as a policeman, he never pitied a robber so much after his daughter applied all the self defense moves he taught her when she was young.

This rose was not as delicate as it looked.

(106 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 #123 – Delicate

I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu Challenge #37

silent king

washing his grey face
with tears from the great ocean,
he waits patiently


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 9/21/19
  • 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 #37

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

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Rejection

I refuse the refuse you threw in my way.

I am not interested.

Your attempts to antagonise me for your sadistic purposes will not work.

I am my own man.

And I will not fall.

Not now, not today, not ever.


If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here on Thursday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂

PROMPT WORD:  REFUSE

Prompt: Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Inspiration Call: Tanka Thursday

Photo credit: © Pixabay.com

under pregnant moon
tree branches arch towards her
longing for a touch

my silent gaze from afar
never again next to you


If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Inspiration Call: Tanka Thursday

A Tanka is a Japanese poem and similar to a Haiku, however it has seven lines. Tankas are nature, seasons, love, and other emotions.  Line one has a five syllable count, line two is seven syllables, line three is five syllables, line four is seven syllables, and line five seven syllables. In total it has thirty one syllables.  It uses simile, metaphor, and personification.


The pattern for Tanka is the following:

Line 1: 5 syllables

Line 2: 7 syllables

Line 3: 5 syllables

Line 4: 7 syllables

Line 5: 7 syllables


Writing tip from: Writing Tips – Exploring The Writer’s Path

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

Prompt: Inspiration Call: Tanka Thursday

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #44

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Life of a Train Driver

Trains have been romantically linked to freedom and everyone was envious of his job. He was envious of his job too – it was exciting in the first few years, travelling to faraway towns and meeting new people.

Twenty years later, it was still exciting.

But no one was aware of the sacrifices – the long train journeys meant hours away from his family. His three children were fourteen, eleven and nine, but he had celebrated only two of the birthdays; he also never had the chance to celebrate his wife’s birthday or their wedding anniversaries.

So whenever the train pulled in at the station near his hometown, he got excited as the waving figures of his family at the platform got larger; their reunion only lasted a few minutes before he had to hop onto the train again.

That was also what made them cherish each other.

(148 words)


Long distance travel in the past definitely has a very different meaning from modern day travelling. And I have seen a documentary about how even in modern day context, driving a long distance train is still as tough because of the hours away from family and friends.

We only tend to see the romantic side of things, often unaware of the more practical side. Of the sacrifices and of the loneliness.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

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)
by ‘Searching’ in the WP Reader (fingers crossed)

Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN.

Prompt: Crimson’s Creative Challenge #44

Kira’s Sunday Scribbles

By Kira for Sunday Scribbles

It picked up yet another one who was to be born and measured his worth before deciding where to place him. It had been doing this for a very long time now – so long that It had forgotten whether this was a pleasure or a pain. Or whether this was pointless.

Some called It “The Creator”, some “Gaia”, others “They” and until recently, “God”. It never felt the need for such distinction or identity though- It knew who It was and that was enough.

But at that moment, It was wondering if what it were doing worth anything; half the time, It did not even know what It was doing, only that It was supposed to do what It was doing. And everyone did not seem to thank It. Some were even bemoaning and grudging It for their circumstances.

But what was It supposed to do? They had their own purposes, just as It did.

It was Life.

(159 words)


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

Inspiration Call: Create a 6 -Word Story

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Photo credit: © Pixabay.com

reflecting upon fragments, dreaming of whole


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

Weekend Writing Prompt #118 – Song

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Swan Song

The funeral was long over and they were the only ones left.

“I’ve always wanted to let him hear this song. I thought, for once, he could see my cool side. But all he saw were my embarrassing moments.”

His mother hugged him as they stared at the gravestone, the evening sun beating its last rays at them. Then she noticed his trembling and looked at him.

“Dear, I think it’s raining. Let’s go home,” she said gently.

He wiped his face. “Yea, I felt the rain.”

They walked away, leaving the song sheet atop the gravestone in the clear evening sky.

(102 words)


How do you compact everything you want to say, every emotion you want to portray without saying much? The mother’s innate understanding and compassion, the son’s obstinacy and the tension in the family, only to be released all at the end? And once again, THE WORD LIMIT

Well, that’s something I’m trying to figure out and I wonder how this turns out.

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 #118 – Song

Three Line Tales, Week 183

three line tales, week 183: the Ashes at the Adelaide Oval watched by people on the roof

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.


“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