the tendency to perceive a specific, often meaningful image in a random or ambiguous visual pattern
Written for: https://travelwithintent.com/2020/03/29/pareidolia/ One word Sunday Challenge
This is not my image but it is really cool!
PAREIDOLIA
Day: March 29, 2020
Wordle 449 Mar 29, 2020: The Sunday Whirl
Trapped, stash, hand, maze, land, chatter, wreck, last, crawl, back, armed, saw
The Escape
As he crawled along the underbrush, the maze of brambles scraped his sunburnt skin. His back still bore the scars of the lashing he received when he first became trapped in this hellhole. His hand had calluses along the palm, evidence of his hard labor. It was a shipwreck that brought him here, what was it? Last year? He remembered the ocean rising above his small vessel, armed with ten-foot waves that crashed down upon the deck. He had tried to stash his valuables in his pockets, knowing he would capsize. Before being tossed into the raging waters he saw a speck of land on the horizon. He had known this was his only hope for survival. And now, trying to escape, all he could hear is the chatter of the other prisoners as they sit upon dirt floors, in the dark, waiting for someone to save them.
©2020 CBialczak Fiction
Written for the Sunday Whirl: https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2020/03/29/wordle-449/
FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: 2020: WEEK #13
The Box
Cathy put her gloves back on, moved her kneeling pad to a new area of the garden, and began weeding a new section which would be perfect for her tomatoes. She had gotten most of the other areas clear and ready for planting. In a matter of months, she would be harvesting her own vegetables, not having to run to the market.
When she had finally finished that area, she decided she’d had enough gardening for the day. She put all of her tools on top of the kneeling pad and carried them back into the garage. From under the workbench a sparkle of metal caught her eye. Getting down on her hands and knees, Cathy was able to see under the table and see it was an old Skeleton Key.
“This has got to be the key to that box I found last fall in the shed,” she said to herself. Hurrying into the house, not realizing all the dirt she was tracking in from the yard, she ran into the living room. There, on the lowest shelf of the bookcase was that wooden box. She didn’t know what was inside of it, but now she would be able to finally solve this mystery.
©2020 CBialczak Fiction
Ninny – Word of the Day Challenge
For: https://cyranny.com/2020/03/29/ninny-word-of-the-day-challenge/#like-52283
I’m no ninny!
What is a ninny, what can it be?
Is it a sea star under the sea?
Or maybe a bird up in a tree?
Or maybe something you’d like to see?
Or maybe a gift you want to give me?
Or maybe a zoo animal finally free?
Or maybe a different kind of a bee?
A ninny is nothing but some poor old fool
who probably skipped many days of his school
who belly flopped into the neighborhood pool
who tries to balance on a three-legged stool?
who thinks that glass is some kind of jewel
who never learned to use a real power tool?
who doesn’t care if he breaks one more rule?
So leave me be, I am not a ninny
I’m not that fat, not that skinny
just a person who loves things mini
who loves her pig that is a guinea
whose best friend is married to Vinnie.
©2020 CBialczak Poetry
Sandwich: Ragtag Daily Prompt
For: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/03/29/rdp-sunday-sandwich/
I would love to write a poem like my favorite author, Shel Silverstein. Do you all know his poem, Peanut Butter Sandwich? http://holyjoe.org/poetry/shel5.htm
But, I wouldn’t want to ruin a good poem or copy a great author so I will come up with my own. Now, you all may think this poem is fiction, but it is not!
My Favorite Sandwich
Bologna and some mayo
On good ole Wonder bread
Makes the world’s best sandwich
Don’t try Miracle Spread.
You can try some mayo
And let it sit a bit
Cause once it’s warm and blended
You just devour it!
©2020 CBialczak Poetry
Fantasy: FOWC with Fandango
Today’s word is Fantasy: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/03/29/fowc-with-fandango-fantasy/
My Fantasy World
I live in a fantasy world
where people are happy to live
where the sun shines on days that are cool
and the rain comes with water to give.
I live in a fantasy world
where nobody hurts one another
where people can play and be happy
and you are the same as your brother.
I live in a fantasy world
where people don’t get sick and die
they live ’til their old, they enjoy each new day
and believe heaven’s up in the sky.
I live in a fantasy world
where happiness comes out for free
where people are kind and are loving
Oh, what a world it would be!
©2020 CBialczak Poetry
Sunday Writing Prompt “Dear Diary”
Dear Diary,
I am in love! I know I’ve said it before but this time it is true! His name is Dave. We met at a party last night at Susan’s house. Her parents were out of town, so she had just about the whole high school there. Tons of kids were really partying, getting drunk and stoned, but I can’t do that like them. I hate the feeling of having my mind separated from my body. Well, Jennifer was running around looking like a fool and Ben was chasing her laughing, I think he was trying to get her to throw her in the pool. I was just walking around looking for someone to talk to. Anyhow, it was almost midnight, and everyone was pretty wasted. I went around the back of the house and saw this guy standing there just watching everyone like I had been doing. I kind of watched him to see if he was wasted but he didn’t look it. Then he looked at me and it was love at first sight! I know, I know I’ve said it before but this time it’s so true! He has the sweetest face and nice straight teeth. Oh my God, he smelled so good! We talked until like three in the morning just about everything. It turns out he doesn’t go to our school, he goes to a private school, that’s why I didn’t know him. He seems so smart and nice. We are supposed to get together this coming weekend. He said he can borrow his dad’s car and come pick me up. He didn’t even try putting his hands on me! What a gentleman. Susan is going to be so envious when she finds out! I hope I can find something nice to wear when we go out. What if he thinks I’m too fat? Oh God, I had better wear black, so it hides some of my rolls. He’s supposed to call me later today. I totally know this is the one for me. I can totally see myself marrying him and living the rest of my life with him. Imagine the cute babies we will make. A boy and a girl. I hope he wants kids! I didn’t even think of that yet, I’ll have to ask him. Anyhow I think I would give up a lot of my ideas for him. I will update you next time I talk to him.
Sammy
Written for https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/03/29/sunday-writing-prompt-dear-diary/
Stine Writing 
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