I don’t understand

There are things I just don’t understand….

  • How can you hurt another person and not feel bad? Do you really believe you are better than others just for the way you were born?
  • How can you hurt an animal that trusts you when you are all there is in life? Don’t you feel their unconditional love?
  • How can you cause any harm to a child who innocently does no evil? Can’t you see them looking at you wondering why you think they are bad?
  • How can you drive your car, put your animal out on the road, and drive off? Don’t you hear them crying?
  • How can you believe that the world will be better without you? Don’t you know that there are people who love you but might not show it well enough?

So many things make me want to cry…I cannot understand how this evil even exists amongst others who love so much.

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #70

I could see them sitting together, staring out the window as if they were really interested in the sights passing by. This was a farce. They would get off the train at the busiest stop, drop that bottle in a trash barrel and walk away, knowing they have enough time to exit the terminal before someone threw something into the trash, making the bottle jostle and mix, then cause an explosion to kill at least those within a fifteen foot radius. I had to find a way to alert the authorities. It was only by chance that I got on this train, only to see this Bonny and Clyde couple sit as if they are only innocent bystanders. Killers are not innocent, this couple is the epitome of evil.

For Fandango: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/06/15/fandangos-flash-fiction-challenge-70/

Tiny Tale Bundle #3

This is inspired by/based on the VSS365 hashtag on Twitter which I learned about from the blog Lisa Stapleton.

Tiny Tale Bundle Rules:

  • There will be a prompt. This prompt might be a single word (which you will have to include in each story), a picture, a character, or something else.
  • I will write a ‘bundle’ of three different Tiny Tales inspired by the prompt.
  • The word limit is one hundred words.
  • If the prompt is a word, then I am allowed to use variations of the word, for example for the word “scratch,” the word “scratched” is okay too.
  • If you happen to want to do this challenge too, it would be appreciated if you linked back to my blog, as I did with the blog I got the basic idea from.
  • Optional: tag with #tinytalebundles
  • Optional: display the word count.

Some days there will be several prompts and you must incorporate both of them into each tiny tale. The prompts today are…




Written for: https://wordsonkey.wordpress.com/2020/06/15/tiny-tale-bundle-3/


Tiny Tales #1

Dwight could not believe he was there. How had he ended up in this room staring up at the ceiling? Was this where he was expected to recover? The last thing he remembered was hanging with Joe and talking about taking the pills. Where was Joe now? The whole night is a total blank after that point. Dwight took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves so he could figure out where he was and how he got there. Someone would know.  
As he lay there silent, he could not hear another human anywhere near him. Where was he?  (100 words)

Tiny Tale #2

Once upon a time there was a little elf named Slinky. Slinky was different than the other elves and because of this he was always alone. He didn’t mind being alone. He would stare up at the ceiling and imagine seeing faces that he could talk to. Sometimes they would talk back. At least the faces in the ceiling didn’t mind that Slinky was different, they were there to help him recover from his feelings of loss when he was told to go away. Slinky held onto the belief that someday he would be fully accepted for who he was.  (100 words)

Tiny Tale #3

Veva held onto the railing of the dock as she walked toward the boat. She was shaking in every part of her body, knowing that if she fell in, she would never recover. That’s what happened in the water. There were things under the docks and swimming under the boats, things that liked to eat humans as if they were nightcrawlers on the end of a hook. She didn’t want to go to the boat, floating above the water like a ceiling between two worlds. But Veva knew without stepping onto that boat she would be left here forever alone.  (100 words)


Today the cable company had to come out and install a new cable from the street to the house. They were here all day and what they left is no longer the trench they dug, but a depression down the front of my lawn where once there was green grass (and some weeds, but who cares right?) I called and asked them to come back out and fix this area that is now much lower than the surrounding yard and I know it will need more dirt and it will need to be compacted down, lest it washes away in the next rain.  

Written for the Daily Spur: https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2020/06/14/depression/

Your Daily Word Prompt – #Pittance – #YDWordPrompt June 15, 2020

Bill was unsure how he felt to be working for a pittance, ever since leaving his job at Mercury and going to this small company. He wasn’t sure if it was worth it though. He did have less stress, but he did take a huge cut in wages. He honestly wasn’t sure he would be able to live on such a small amount of money.  

Written for Sheryl at YDWP: https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/06/15/your-daily-word-prompt-pittance-ydwordprompt-june-15-2020/

a very small or inadequate amount of money paid to someone as an allowance or wage.