Tittynope: Word of the day 25th August

For: https://sparksfromacombustiblemind.com/2020/08/25/its-really-not-obscene-tittynope/

Grandiloquent Word of the Day: Tittynope | learningtogether2012

The King and Queen

Once upon a time ago 

There was a little king 

He had a little wife 

Who would do a little thing. 

She’d pick off all the edges 

Of peanut butter toast 

And leave those for her husband 

Tittynopes she would boast. 

But soon the king got tired 

Of all her little scraps 

He sent her on vacation 

On her butt he left three smacks. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Three Things Challenge #338

Written for Di at pensitivity101: https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2020/08/25/three-things-challenge-338/

Your three things today are:


That Cat is Back!

And so the cat came back again  
To tempt the boy and girl.  
He wanted just a silly game  
not for a problem to unfurl.  
He told them both to grab the fish  
Inside his tiny bowl  
The fish he yelled he was just fine  
And then his eyes did roll  
He knew what was in store for him  
He’d been here once before  
The last time that the game ensued  
It backfired more and more.  
The kids they took the poor old fish  
And put him in the sink  
The cat he was a crazy thing  
And took the bowl to drink  
He wanted to just taste the fish  
But not let the kids find out  
Luckily the kids were faster  
They saved the fish no doubt.  
And so the cat he left again  
And took his mess and game  
The children often look for him  
Of course they know his name. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Cycle: Ragtag Daily Prompt

Written for: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/08/25/rdp-tuesday-cycle/

Things we have

Like the cycle of the moon 

Or the shooting of the stars 

The sun shines downs upon the earth 

While people search for Mars.  

Pluto has gone off alone 

But still it plays a part 

Of all the hype and all the news 

Which make us all seem smart.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Simply 6 Minutes: Welcome to the challenge: 08/25/2020

Today’s Prompt:

  1. Set up a timer or sit near a clock so you can keep track of the six minutes you will be writing.
  2. You can either use one of the prompts (photo or written) or you can free-write.
  3. Get ready and write for 6 minutes, that is it! Can you write a complete story? Can you think of a new Sonnet? Can you write 400 words? 400? 500? There are no restrictions on what kind of writing you do, but you should try to be actively writing for six minutes.
  4. After you are done writing, include your word count and then post back to this page #Simply6Minutes or include your link in the comments section. Pingbacks are enabled.
  5. *Feel free to leave your work completely unedited. I believe it is good to see, especially for new writers, that even very seasoned writers don’t write a perfect first draft.*
  6. Have fun, challenge yourself if you’d like, read and respond to others’ posts.

Thank you for participating!


My Contribution:

She stared up at the light. How would she ever get up  those stairs and then what another flight beyond thtat.  She didn’t know how many  stories down in this basement she was and she didn’t know who would be waiting at the top of the stairs, if she got up them. He had broken her feet, smashed them, so that she would never walk  again. He wanted her as his pet, his toy, and he never wanted to lose her. He told her it would be best for her to stay in the basement where it was cool. She begged to go upstairs, to see some sun, to get some fresh air. She really wanted to see where she was and figure out how she was going to get help.  

She didn’t know how long she had been here. The last thing she remembered was walking out of the Shop ‘n Save and pushing the cart toward her car parked at the end of the row. Someone had said “excuse me” and then everything went black. Didn’t she have family that was looking for her? Didn’t she have a husband who was missing her? Were the police looking for her? She hoped someone was looking, she couldn’t stay like this for the rest of her life. If she wasn’t found soon she figured she might have to  

©2020 CBialczak Fiction