What do you see?

Written for Sadje’s Challenge: https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/03/23/what-do-you-see-22-march-23-2020/

Imagine I am the King

He stood at the top of the hill
imagining he was the king
on top of the world
holding onto all the colors
space would offer him.

He held his hand out
to catch a shooting star
but found it impossible
to hold onto the hope
that this all was real.

So he paused
and he waited
and he thought
that if he was the king
on top of the world
he would accept all the colors
space wanted to offer him.

©2020 CBialczak Poetry


Three Line Tales, Week 217

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When I finally land I know I will regret not stopping at more places. This is a once in a lifetime trip and I haven’t even gotten samples from all the places I have been too. I just hope my journaling is sufficient in helping me remember how this wonderful trip in space has been!

Meticulous – FOWC with Fandango

Written for: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/03/25/fowc-with-fandango-meticulous/

Just a corny poem…..

If I was meticulous 
would you be jelly-ous 
that I was neat  
and had you beat 
in areas of clean 
you know what I mean 
since real deep down 
I know you frown 
upon the bad habits 
when having coughing fits?  

Are your hands washed 
or is that habit squashed 
since COVID isn’t done 
spreading to everyone 
making people so very ill 
and it won’t end until 
germs are kept away 
for yet another day.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry


Mixitup and Playme Now!

Series 1 – Game 1 – 24th March 2020

Theme this week is Crazy Times


Here is my list:

  1. Crazy Train – Ozzy Osbourne  
  1. Crazy – K-Ci & JoJo 
  1. Crazy Girl – Eli Young Band 
  1. People Are Crazy – Billy Currington 
  1. Crazy – Aerosmith 
  1. Crazy In Love – Beyonce featuring Jay-Z 
  1. Crazy B***h – Buckcherry 
  1. Crazy For You – Adele 
  1. Crazy Rap – Afroman 
  1. Mama He’s Crazy – The Judds 
  1. I’ve Always Been Crazy – Waylon Jennings 
  1. Crazy Love – Poco 
  1. Crazy – Willie Nelson 
  1. I Want Crazy – Hunter Hayes 
  1. Crazy Love – Michael Buble 

New Miniature is done!

My reward for stripping the wallpaper in the dining room, then patching the walls and repainting, was to open a new miniature! Well, it is done! I am so happy with it.

If anyone ever wanted one of these already put together, since not everyone would have the patience to put it all together, just let me know. All of the kits cost different amounts depending on what they are, but most are very reasonable. This is my most relaxing, enjoyable hobbies!

Sunday Writing Prompt “Make a Wish”


By a means of your choosing you come into the possession of a magical lamp. This lamp contain a D’jinn. He offers you three wishes. The standard limitations apply to your wishes. You can’t ask for unlimited wishes. You can’t wish for someone to fall in love with you and so on. Will you outsmart the genie by carefully wording your wishes or will you bring misfortune on yourself? If you choose the misfortune route you can either go humorous or horror the choice is yours! https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/03/22/sunday-writing-prompt-make-a-wish/

Make a Wish

Becca was going through the pile of junk her brother had tossed down from the attic. Losing their dad had been hard enough, but now mom was gone too. It was the way of life, you’re born, you live, you die. Becca still had tears streaming down her face as she sifted through the boxes. There was too much stuff here to just put outside for a FREE pile, without knowing what all this stuff was. Also, anything left outside now would have to be waterproof based on the snow in tonight’s forecast. The last thing her and Paul needed was to drag in a bunch of wet, ruined items to then throw away.  

Becca was almost at the end of the rummaging when she felt cold metal tucked under what looked like an old placemat. She moved the placemat away and was surprised to see a Magic Lamp. Now, Becca knew that was just some fairy tale, but she couldn’t help imagining what she would wish for. She looked around for Paul, but he must have already gone out to the garage.  

“Aw, what the heck, it can’t hurt!” Becca said as she rubbed the side of the lamp. She chuckled to herself, thinking how silly she must look rubbing an old oil lamp! 

“Master, you have awakened me from my slumber.” 

Becca fell back against the hallway wall, shocked, holding her breath, not sure whether she should believe what was in front of her or not. She was probably just in one of those dreams where just about everything seems so real to life. She’d wake up and realize she was just being a goof! 

“No, Master, I am real, and you are not dreaming. I am a genie and you are now granted three wishes.” 

Becca still couldn’t talk, couldn’t shift her eyes, couldn’t move, as she stared, mesmerized by the figure before her.  

“Uh, three wishes?” Becca asked. 

“Yes, just three. And remember the rules. No wishing for more wishes, no wishing for true love, no wishing for someone to die, and no wishing for someone to become alive again, it just doesn’t work that way.” 

Becca smiled. This had to be a dream. The only problem with her dream theory is that she could hear Paul moving boxes around in the garage and she could feel the short bristles of the hallway carpeting.  

“Okay, genie, if I have three wishes then I wish everyday would be sunny and warm, around 70 degrees, so I can always be outside and feel the beautiful sunshine on my face.” 

“Wish granted.” 

Becca stood up and went to the window. She could feel the heat of the sun radiating through the window. This couldn’t be. It was supposed to snow tonight! She unlatched the window and slid it up just enough to put her hand up to the screen. It was warm! What was going on? She had to get Paul. If this was real, he would be feeling the sun and warmth right now too. 

“Paul! Hey, Paul! Where are you?” Becca yelled as she walked down the stairs. 

“I’m out here in the driveway,” Paul responded. 

Becca walked out through the garage to see Paul sprawled out on the blacktop, shirt tossed onto the grass.  

“Becca, I have no idea what is going on, but this weather is awesome! I thought it was supposed to snow. Now it’s sunny and probably at least 70 degrees out here!” 

She had to tell him. 

“Paul, I did this. I wished for it to happen.” 

“Yeah, okay sis, whatever you say. And I will wish for this house to be empty, all cleaned out, done! I’m sick of looking through junk.” 

“I can wish that for you for my second wish. I have two more you know.” 

“Yeah, sure, make that be your second wish! Hahaha, you make me laugh. Like I’m supposed to believe we live in some fairy tale that you got three wishes. What’d you find, an old Magic Lamp too?” Paul laughed as he leaned back on his elbows, enjoying the warmth of the sun.  

“Well, actually, yeah.” Becca turned on her heel and knew at that moment she had to get the lamp, to show him it was real. Becca went back in the house. She was gone for only a minute or two before appearing in front of Paul out on the driveway. 

“See!” Becca exclaimed. “I told you it was true! It was wrapped in an old placemat in one of those boxes. Watch this. When I rub it the genie will come out.” 

Paul rolled his eyes.  He realized he might have to call a doctor if she continued with this hallucination of hers. It must be all the stress from mom dying, he thought.  

Becca rubbed the lamp and POOF! A genie appeared, hovering in the air above the spout of the Magic Lamp.  

“See, I told you!” Becca smiled.  

Paul stood in shock, not knowing whether he should believe what was in front of his eyes or run and hide from some stupid prank his sister was playing. He stood, wide eyed, mouth hanging open. 

“Oh my God! Becca, this is true! Holy shit. Yeah, wish for the house thing. That would save us a lot of time! And there is nothing here that either of us want anyhow. It’s all stuff to donate.” 

Becca told the genie what she wanted her second wish to be. “Genie, I wish that all of the things in mom’s house were gone, sent to the donation center, so that we can just sell this house.” 

Suddenly, with a small tremble, the lamp fell out of her hand. In an instant it was gone! She looked at Paul. What happened? They both turned toward the garage and were in awe when they saw the garage was empty and clean. Paul ran into the kitchen and opening drawers and cabinets, saw that everything WAS gone.  

“Paul, but what happened to the lamp?” Becca asked her brother. 

“Becca, was that your second or third wish?” 

“Second, why?” 

“I think you wished the Magic Lamp to be gone with the rest of mom’s things. At least the house is done! Let’s lock up and we can go over to the donation center and see if we can find the lamp so you can have your third wish,” Paul offered her hope. 

“Yeah, sure, nothing else to do about it. I hope I find it. If I do, I’m making my third wish that the house sells immediately. I want to be done with all of this and go home, for good. This is too much stress!” 

©2020 CBialczak Fiction