Fandango’s Flashback Friday — May 6th

For the fun of looking back, reflecting, seeing growth or just participating…https://fivedotoh.com/2022/05/06/fandangos-flashback-friday-may-6th/

Here is my May 6th from 2020

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Written for Di at Pensitivity101: https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2020/05/06/three-things-challenge-227/

Your three things today are:

NOTHING
RUSE
HEAVY

ain’t fallen for it

There ain’t nothing you can do 
to make me fall for that trick. 
I’ve heard it, been there, done that 
so much it makes me sick.  

Your ruse may be for fun 
but let me tell you now 
I’m a heavy sleeper 
can’t tip me like a cow.  

Sorry to ruin your fun 
it looks like you might be sad 
I might look like a fool 
but you’re the one that’s been had.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — February 18th

Fandango hosts Flashback Friday to remind us all of the progress we’ve made as well as the memories we cherish. https://fivedotoh.com/2022/02/18/fandangos-flashback-friday-february-18th/

This is a poem from February 2020. Neither 2020 nor 2021 have a February 18th prompt but his was close…


A Rose

What is all the ruckus?  
Why do still shout
Don’t you see I’ve brought you 
flower, rose no doubt. 

I heard a little rumor 
that flowers make you smile. 
I’d walk through city traffic 
I’d walk an extra mile! 

I’d cycle through all my days 
to make you feel my love. 
You are so soft and gentle, 
like white feathers of a dove.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — February 4th

on this exact date in a previous year….
Fandango hosts: https://fivedotoh.com/2022/02/04/fandangos-flashback-friday-february-4th/

Tale Weaver – #313 – Finding Something Forgotten – February 4th, 2021

The Cat finds his kite

The Cat in the Hat was somewhere brand new 
he didn’t know who lived there or lived there with who. 
He saw lots of toys and some stuff in the yard 
He tried to look inside, curtains made it hard. 

He thought that he’d knock on the door that’s bright red 
Perhaps they’d know him by the hat on his head 
Most people did know him for what he did wear 
He was famous to most, though he couldn’t care. 

So he walked up the walk and he stood nice and straight 
he walked up the steps and he closed the front gate 
He didn’t want pets that might live there to leave 
Most kids did have pets, or he’d like to believe. 

When all of a sudden from up on the roof 
A balloon went by flying, then popped with a Poof! 
Down to the ground a bright paper did float 
He bent down to get it and saw it’s a note. 

The note it was written in crayon and pen 
Was the writing he noticed from a little boy Ben? 
The note was so sweet that the Cat he did cry 
Ben had an old kite that the Cat used to fly. 

The Cat was so happy to get back his kite 
He smiled so big with his teeth white and bright. 
So Ben lived in this house that he just stopped by 
And now he and Ben watch their kites blow and fly.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry Cat in the Hat Fan fiction

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — January 21st

Check this out on Fandango’s site

Well, unfortunately I don’t have any creative writing from January 21st of last year. I have a “From my desk” post which I will copy below. I guess it will be interesting to read where I was perspectively a year ago.

From my desk: 01/21/21

Hello WordPress! I miss my blog, my interactions, my writing. I am in Florida caring for my father and stepmother. Stepmother has not been well. She finished a chemo treatment last week that has left her so very sick. We took her to the hospital today because she was vomiting, dehydrated, and her blood count has been so low. She is there for fluids and a transfusion. My father is so unhappy as he doesn’t remember all the details and is so accustomed to her being with him. For anyone who prays, please say a prayer she gets better.

I miss my daughter and my David! I miss Brody and my guinea pigs. I DON”T miss the cold northern weather! Florida has been “chilly”, only in the 60’s mostly. Better than the 20’s!

I started tutoring. The young man I am tutoring is very kind and nice. You can tell he loves his family. The planning is taking a lot of my time as I haven’t been in the classroom in almost two years and even then I was in high school and my new student is in 6th grade. The one super-wonderful part of this is I have reconnected with an old friend who is an Occupational Therapist, who I worked with many years ago, but will be working with again.

I hope to get back more to my writing. I miss the challenges and the interactions. I miss reading all the other great work of my fellow bloggers. Feel free to tag me in a post if you think it is something I would really enjoy. I feel like I am missing so much!

Thanks for following and for reading. I miss this blogging family but should be back “full-time” soon.

©2021 CBialczak

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — January 7th

Fandango hosts this awesome reminder of all the time we spend with our words!

This is from January 7th last year. I do love The Cat in the Hat and haven’t done any fanfiction work in quite a while. Enjoy! https://christinebialczak.com/2021/01/07/distracted-your-daily-word-prompt/

To participate go to: https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2021/01/07/your-daily-word-prompt-distracted-ydwordprompt-January-7-2021/

The Cat in the Hat comes to play

The Cat in the Hat knew the mom would be mad 
if she saw all the toys and goodies he had. 
He tried to keep quiet and out of her way 
to keep her distracted was the way he could stay. 

He started with smiles and a proud, firm handshake 
His brow started sweating, she would know it was fake 
All he had to get by was this first “How d’ya do?” 
Then to get to the kids, just he and those two. 

So he started to walk on his back legs to show 
that he knew that his back was the rude way to go. 
The mother was pleased by the Cat’s gentle tone 
She was happy to leave the three of them all alone. 

The Cat took his bag and all the tricks he had found 
The comics and posters and the car with the sound 
He spread them all out on the rug in the room 
He had his own bag and could clean with his broom. 

The kids were so happy to see all his stuff 
He wondered if they thought there wasn’t enough.  
But for hours they played without one single fight 
A perfect fun day led to a quite tired night. 

©2021 CBialczak Poetry Fan Fiction

Fandango’s Flashback Friday

Check it out here: https://fivedotoh.com/2021/09/03/fandangos-flashback-friday-september-3rd/

Here is a poem from last year, same day…
To me it was heartwarming seeing that it was for Sue’s prompt…I know a lot of people miss her.

https://christinebialczak.com/2020/09/03/thursday-photo-prompt-serenity-writephoto/

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Written for Sue’s prompt: https://scvincent.com/2020/09/03/thursday-photo-prompt-serenity-writephoto/

Morning

Blue skies illuminated 

Clouds covering the sun 

Morning begins early 

Quiet land waits peacefully 

A new day begins 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — July 23rd

Fandango has a great idea with this! To read more click here

Here is my flashback from last year: https://christinebialczak.com/2020/07/23/tale-weaver-285/(opens in a new tab)

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Written for Michael’s prompt at mindlovemiserysmenagerie: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/07/23/tale-weaver-285-forgiveness-july-23rd/

Feeling Alone

Veva knew that nothing which had been done in the past could be undone, she could only hope to find some forgiveness in her heart. She was not sure if that was possible.

Two weeks ago Veva heard some terrible news about an old friend. Struck by COVID Meg had not made it. She was so heartbroken at losing her friend, especially because there would be no services to honor Meg’s life. In her sad state she decided to call her coworker, with whom she had become very close with in the last ten years at the same advertising company. She knew Barb would be able to give her the sympathy she needed at this horrific time.

Veva called Barb on her personal cell phone, wanting Barb to know that it was not a work related call. After the third ring, right before the call went to voicemail, Barb answered.

“Hey Veva, what’s going on?”

“Oh, Barb, I just found out one of my oldest and dearest friends died from COVID!”

“Veva, that is awful. Where did she live? Will there be services?

“She was from Syracuse, like me. Her brother said they can’t have any services because of social distancing so they will bury her ashes with just the immediate family and priest.”

“Wow, that sucks. Hey listen, can I call you back? I just got to the store and I just have to run in to return something.”

“Sure, Barb, talk to you later.”

Veva was left alone to cry. She thought Barb would offer to come right over and keep her company. She had thought wrong.

A few hours passed and Veva had still not heard anything from Barb. When she tried calling her the call went directly to voicemail. She wasn’t sure if she should be mad or worried. Putting her concerns aside she wanted to check Facebook to see what kind of tributes were being made to honor Meg’s life. Turning on the computer and navigating to Facebook, the first picture to show up on the feed was Barb, sitting alone at a small cafe, drinking a glass of wine. The caption read: “I love being alone!”

Veva was taken by surprise. Hadn’t Barb said she was just returning something and would call her right back? Here Barb has posted a picture of herself enjoying a glass of wine alone. She could have asked Veva to join her, she could have waited to have a glass of wine to comfort her friend. Obviously, the wine was more important that she was.

Veva sat back and closed the browser. No point in torturing herself anymore. She was now hurt twice in one day.

Veva called Barb on her personal cell phone, wanting Barb to know that it was not a work related call. After the third ring, right before the call went to voicemail, Barb answered.

“Hey Veva, what’s going on?”

“Oh, Barb, I just found out one of my oldest and dearest friends died from COVID!”

“Veva, that is awful. Where did she live? Will there be services?

“She was from Syracuse, like me. Her brother said they can’t have any services because of social distancing so they will bury her ashes with just the immediate family and priest.”

“Wow, that sucks. Hey listen, can I call you back? I just got to the store and I just have to run in to return something.”

“Sure, Barb, talk to you later.”

Veva was left alone to cry. She thought Barb would offer to come right over and keep her company. She had thought wrong.

A few hours passed and Veva had still not heard anything from Barb. When she tried calling her the call went directly to voicemail. She wasn’t sure if she should be mad or worried. Putting her concerns aside she wanted to check Facebook to see what kind of tributes were being made to honor Meg’s life. Turning on the computer and navigating to Facebook, the first picture to show up on the feed was Barb, sitting alone at a small cafe, drinking a glass of wine. The caption read: “I love being alone!”

Veva was taken by surprise. Hadn’t Barb said she was just returning something and would call her right back? Here Barb has posted a picture of herself enjoying a glass of wine alone. She could have asked Veva to join her, she could have waited to have a glass of wine to comfort her friend. Obviously, the wine was more important that she was.

Veva sat back and closed the browser. No point in torturing herself anymore. She was now hurt twice in one day.

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Fandango’s Flashback Friday

Todays is really a flashback “Thursday” since my Fridays from last year were not really of any interest to me to repost. Anyhow, it is close enough. To participate in Flashback Friday check out Fandango’s site: https://fivedotoh.com/2021/01/15/fandangos-flashback-friday-january-15/

FOWC with Fandango: press

What do you think of when you hear the word press? Do you think of a newspaper company printing out black and white pages at crazy speeds? Do you think about putting pressure on the button of the remote with your finger to turn on the television? Do you think about calling your best friend and delving into their private life to get at least one juicy detail? Do you think about a glass of wine and the work it took to make it? Or do you think about the people who cover all of the news on a daily basis?

Until I decide what kind of “press” I want to use, I am unable to write anything using this word. I feel like my own ambitions are pressing me to figure this out now!

Putting in Real Effort So you can Succeed!

©2021 CBialczak repost from 2020

Fandango’s Friday Flashback — October 2

Here is my post from October 2, 2019
It’s sort of dumb…

https://christinebialczak.com/2019/10/02/what-about-poetry/

During my fairly short writing career I have come to love writing poetry. Yes, I know, yuck! Well, to tell you the truth I find my poetry silly and fun to read.

It seems that poetry is not a popular type of literature for children. I know that so many books that are published incorporate rhyming but the anthologies like I read when I was a kid. Have you read “Where the Sidewalk Ends” by Shel Silverstein? I think I read that anthology a hundred times, as well as his other works. He is my inspiration because without knowing his writing style I don’t think I would ever imagine myself writing poetry.

I hope to put out a Poem Anthology. What do you think? I would love feedback on whether this is a considered a good idea or not. I will still do whatever I eventually decide, but the feedback may help determine when and how I present it to a literary agent.

tag #whataboutpoetry in your response. I think that sends it back to me. I’m still learning how to blog and if you have any pointers on a way I can improve, and you know how to blog, please send your suggestions my way. Email me at stinewriting@gmail.com

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Fandango holds the Friday Flashback: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/10/02/fandangos-friday-flashback-october-2/#comment-113172