Scott’s Daily Prompt 25/03/2022

Today’s prompt is. Idyllic.

What does your ideal community look like? How is it organized, and how is community life structured? What values does the community share?

Since my husband and I just bought a house in a totally new area we are hoping we bought in our ideal community.

This town has some old history but has all the modern amenities that anyone needs. We live in the older village side. I’m hoping to find here a place where people say hello and goodbye, where neighbors wave when you walk or drive by, and where no one gets mad if your dog gets loose.

People around
smiling hello
watch as you come in
wave as you go
Ask how you’re doing
Care what you say
Smile when they tell you
to have a good day.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Colour me poetry

Find it here:

Here is your list:

  • Trumpet
  • Tea with Florence
  • Chemise
  • Confetti
  • Goblin
  • Mirror
  • Rolling fog
  • First light
  • Hidey hole
  • Masquerade


The trumpet sounds like rolling fog
at first light, like a masquerade
A goblin smiles with sheer delight
As tea with Florences is made.
A chemise drapes down brittle bones
not showing their true oddly shape
Freckles spread like confetti dots
While silken layers spread and drape.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Friday Fictioneers!

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Find the prompt here to join in:


A shadow lurked in the hidden recess of the abandoned doorway. No one would see him here, nor would they think they had to look for anything. He had the city glued to his every movement, his every activity but they hadn’t been able to find any clues as to who this man was who was taking innocent women from their homes and leaving them for dead in the ruins.
What he didn’t foresee was what would become of his next victim. She was stronger than most and she would survive his torture, so that she could bring him in. 

©2022 CBialczak Fiction

Sijo Poetry: Ronovan Writes

To participate see the poetry form and rules here:

Opening my eyes

Seeing the beauty of today reminds me to love what I have
Thinking of what I had in the past frees what I see today
Remembrance of the past, its beauty, helps build hope for the future

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Fandango’s Provocative Question #162

Fandango asks us a “tricky” question each week. Find this week’s here

If you could have a second chance at just one event in your life, what would you choose? What would you do differently? How do you think your life would be different now?

I have a few things that come to mind, of course. I think the one thing that stands out most about my adult life is moving when my kids were little. When Lindsay was born we had bought a house down near the water. We were about 6 blocks from the beach. We had a small-ish yard but bigger than most around us. My husband at the time didn’t get along with the neighbors. Mostly he didn’t get along them because they were really arrogant. They acted like they were better than us. Anyhow, I wanted to move. I didn’t know what we had.

I don’t regret completely moving. I regret it because my kids always wanted to have stayed. I regret it because I wanted to live near the water. I also wonder how my life, and my kids lives, could have been different. Would my son not have been bullied? Would my daughter have had more confidence because she felt like she was liked by her peers? The reason I don’t regret it is for one of my very best friends I had in my other home. I have so many reasons I could say about it now….now that I am a bit older and a bit wiser.

It makes me sad to have regrets. I have to remember that nothing can be changed from the past. Only good decisions can be made moving forward. I have to say that although I have had many changes, good and bad, I do love my home now and look forward to staying in it forever.

Simply 6 Minutes: 22nd March


Christine of Stine Writing is our hostess for the Simply 6 Minutes photo challenge.
What a charming picture we have to work with this week!

This was her sanctuary,
A place where no-one entered,
No-one interfered,
No-one dared.
As she played,
She was protected
By an unseen force,
A shrouded entity.
Her world was simple,
Her pleasures equally so,
Childish pastimes,
Innocence personified.
Passive in her surroundings,
Anger and disillusion
Absorbed and dispersed,
A mother of sorts
Caring for her child,
Unseen except
From a distance.

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Simply Six Minutes: The Apple Doesn’t Fall Far

Ella Craig

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Written in response to Stine Writing’sSimply-6-Minuteschallenge.

The master is so very clever, she was told. A mind like that comes only once in every ten generations!

Isabel would smile sweetly when they explained what a generation was. Their condescension annoyed her, but she allowed the gentle pats on the head and thought of her mother.

She also had a special smile, which she used in similar situations. And if she caught Isabel’s eye, Mama would tip her a wink and tap the side of her nose.

Like her mother, Isabel soon learnt to hide beneath the lace and froth of society’s expectations.

Doing it so well, neither the master nor his students minded when Isabel slipped into his lectures and sat at the back. There she would quietly sew and listen.

She was just as attentive when she helped Mama serve the master his…

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Simply Six Minutes Challenge

The Bag Lady


It was, to the little girl, an ordinary day. Julie’s mother sent her out to the yard to play while she did the ironing. Being eight months pregnant with her third child, ironing took its toll and frequent trips to the bathroom left a hot iron in a dangerous position.

Julie was delighted, loved being free in the yard to play. Her imagination soared as she placed the various rocks and pebbles around on the table. She was serving tea to her imaginary friends.

What was not noticed by her was a threatening skull moving slowly sneaking up behind her, watching. She only let out one small scream but that was not heard by her mother.

Time’s up😲


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