In Other Words, spy…

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You are not supposed to see me.

Well, that’s because I’m camouflaged.

I am one with my environment, a true ninja of the natural world, gathering information on my unsuspecting targets.

Well, excuse me!

What do you mean, I’m a lousy spy?


Spies are everywhere, especially in workplace. And they think they are so slick about spying on you. Don’t you just hate office politics, especially when you just want to finish your work and leave?

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 spy 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, spy…

Carrot Ranch – August 8: Flash Fiction Challenge

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Poisoned Apple

He could scarcely believe it. Months of effort – of planning, of sleepless nights – wiped out in matters of seconds.

Oh, how can the apple be poisoned so?

Known for its immunity, most viruses are unable to affect it. Yet, he could deny the truth no longer.

His MacBook Pro is not responding to any of the commands.

Well, every cloud has its silver lining. Or at least he hopes the iCloud has, that the documents have been backed up to the online server.

Then he realises, he has forgotten to switch on the Wi-Fi.

Poisoned Apple indeed.

(99 words)


Well, this happened to me once. I wasn’t using MacBook Pro but rather, some other brand (NEC or Sony Vaio, I forgot which one until I made the switch to MacBook Pro). Google didn’t have a range of services like it does now and auto-saving a copy online was a foreign concept. At least to me.

The whole thing died and my heart along with it. Everything I had on the computer was the only copy. Thank goodness I know of a friend who knows of a friend who knows of a computer whiz. He did some tech mojo and I managed to salvage most of what I had, albeit not the latest updated copy.

But hey, at least I managed to get some things back!

And I never trust technology again. I have different copies of the same document saved in various places.

Talk about paranoia.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

August 8, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a poisoned apple. Let’s explore dark myth. Deconstruct the original or invent something new. Negotiate the shadows, shed light, but go where the prompt leads you!

Respond by August 13, 2019. Use the comment section below to share, read, and be social. You may leave a link, pingback, or story in the comments. If you want to be published in the weekly collection, please use the form. Rules & Guidelines.

Scintillating Saturday Share #17

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before lovin’ others
filled myself with love


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

Weekend Writing Prompt #116 – Amateur

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The Art of War

“No, I’m not using mobile phone!” the student protested when his teacher asked for his phone.

“Take out all your books from the drawer.”

“See? Nothing!” he replied triumphantly.

From a thick reference book, his teacher pulled out the phone. “And your watch too.”

The student grudgingly surrendered his gadgets.

“Amateur.”

(51 words)


Oh, the games I play with my students. I swear they think I’m an idiot, not realising that sometimes, I just don’t say anything to their using of mobile phones.

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 #116 – Amateur

Kira’s Sunday Scribbles

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When Heaven Descends

It was a Tuesday late morning when Heaven descended onto Earth.

All the talk about TGIF went through the roof on the Internet. The happiest, of course, were the office workers stuck in a dead-end job they detested but chained down to the desk for financial purposes.

Among them was Yanna, who immediately took the opportunity and screamed “It’s the end!” before she grabbed all her belongings and ran to the nearest coffeehouse for an upsize mint chocolate milkshake with whipped cream, roasted chopped hazelnut and rainbow coloured chocolate rice as toppings.

Her diet plan could wait.

Then she went to a nearby park, laid her shawl on the grass and sat down to enjoy her drink, as well as the sight before her. But mostly the drink. Her phone chirped and absentmindedly, she checked the message. It was from the work group chat, all her colleagues sharing photographs of their various exploits and the immediate supervisor endorsing their actions before informing them the deadline for their project would not change.

She briefly considered taking the rest of the week off but decided against it. Heaven might have descended but her bank would raise Hell if she failed to repay that month’s installment of student loan. She continued her leisurely and unofficially day off looking at the beautiful sight before her as she sipped her milkshake.

Heaven returned to its original position when everyone woke up on Wednesday morning.

“Sorry,” the stars spelled. “for the false alarm.”

Yanna was glad she did not behave impulsively the previous day. But she, like many other people, was aghast and went back counting down for TGIF.

(273 words)


If I must really admit, this is inspired by Neil Gaiman’s Chivalry. It’s an absurd story but I love it! I decided to try my hand at this silliness and discovered how ridiculous I can get as I write the story. Overall, I enjoy the writing process for this particular piece.

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.

Prompt: Kira’s Sunday Scribbles