Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – “Ghostly” – October 19, 2020

https://amanpan.com/2020/10/19/eugis-weekly-prompt-ghostly-october-19-2020-%f0%9f%91%bb/

First I want to “reblog” a poem I read today that I thought was phenomenal. I wanted to do a true reblog but I just don’t like how reblogs come out looking like my writing. Anyhow, check this out: Farrago Express https://farragoexpress.wordpress.com/2020/10/20/links-in-the-chain/ The title is Links in the Chain.

So now for my contribution:

Living Hell

From out of the shadows there come the souls 

Of the children who have been lost in life 

They seek out peace and a comforting world 

Where, for them, there is no longer strife. 

What has taken them you may ask? 

Indeed, I wish I could tell. 

To lose a little one, any which way 

Is to a parent, a living hell.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

MLMM Photo Challenge — Refined and Sophisticated

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/10/20/photo-challenge-337/

Mommy, why is that man holding that lady’s bum like that? 

Veva, don’t look at that. That man has no class and that woman is just a jezebel! 

Her name is Jezebel? So, you know her? 

No, I don’t know her. It’s that she is not very proper for a lady. 

Should she be holding his bum instead? 

©2020 CBialczak

Three Line Tales 246

three line tales, week 246: a pile of plastic toys
photo by Nareeta Martin via Unsplash for: https://only100words.xyz/2020/10/15/three-line-tales-246/

We stared at the bin of toys, completely mesmerized with the variety of toys and the memories many of them invoked.
It was a shame that so many toys would be thrown in the trash when there are probably thousands of children who would love them like they were brand new.
It would take more than just my dream or desire to share these things to make sure the toys got to the right kids, where they could be enjoyed, even though they weren’t brand new.

©2020 CBialczak 3LT

Simply 6 Minutes—Welcome To The Challenge: 10/20/2020


Welcome to the 6 minute challenge!

Today’s prompt is:

Christine Bialczak



*****For any participants that do NOT like restrictions, please feel free to participate in any way you would like. It is great to read the contributions!****

  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!

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My Contribution:

Mom! Mom! Where are you?

I’m in the kitchen, what’s wrong?

Who is that singing?

I don’t hear singing, David…Where is it coming from?

Mom, it sounds like it is coming from the bathroom.

Hmmm…there isn’t anyone here but you and I, maybe I left a radio on in my room. I will go check.

a few moments later…..

David! Are you trying to trick me?

What do you mean?

I hear singing now too! I hear it in the bathroom.

Mom, go look….

As mom slowly opened the door, we peeked around the edge of the door. There on the sink was Sophie, our silly cat, singing her heart out! My jaw dropped and I saw mom just staring.

Mom, did you know the cat can sing?

No, did you?

Um, no, but maybe we should just leave her be since she looks pretty happy.

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Man on a Train: Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #88

For: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/10/19/fandangos-flash-fiction-challenge-88/

Man on a Train

He sits upon the seat 
waiting for the day 
he gets to take a break,  
he gets to break away. 

He holds upon his lap 
his life in one big pack 
Tied with rope or twine 
the clothes upon his back. 

He ponders who he knows 
and who knows him as well 
For a stop is coming soon 
In some train he cannot dwell. 

Where will he go with his box? 
where will he go today? 
Are the answers in his pack? 
It is really hard to say. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry


 

Thursday photo prompt: Circle #writephoto: A reblog 15th October

pensitivity101 on WordPress.com

Mr. Berry

Mister Baxter Berry 
lived out by the trees. 

He hated to have visitors 
he was very hard to please. 

He’d walk alone in darkness 
he really loved the night. 

We thought that he was creepy 
to see him caused us fright. 

When one day we went looking 
to see how he had been. 

We only found the remnants 
of the house that he lived in.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Tale Weaver/Fairy Tale – #297 – The Witches Garden – 15th October

This week Michael asks us to venture into a Fairy Story around the theme of  The Witches Garden.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/10/15/tale-weaver-fairy-tale-297-the-witches-garden-15th-october/

Sophia’s Garden

Beyond the broken fence post 
and far beyond the wall 
there is a tiny garden 
where witches come to call. 

If you are to come here 
bring food and water too 
you may never leave this place 
the witches wait for you. 

Sophia stood before the fence. She knew the rhyme; her mother had been saying it to her since she could remember. She just didn’t know if it was true or just one of those tales that someone starts to make someone else scared. The one thing Sophia couldn’t make sense of though is the fact that there was a little garden right on the other side of the fence in their yard. If it was only a scary story, why did their yard fit the story so well. Sophia just stood there, staring, contemplating whether she walk over to investigate or not.  

©2020 CBialczak Fiction Poetry

Friday Fictioneers 16th October

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https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/10/14/16-octobetr-2020/

The Boy’s Boat

Mom, mom! Look, it’s the boat I want! 

Jimmy, first of all, that boat isn’t for sale. Secondly, do you really want a pink boat? 

Mom, It is beautiful. It is the color of a precious rose or a newborn baby girl’s blanket! 

Jimmy, when have you seen a rose that color? 

The last time Dad brought you roses. 

Um, I don’t think you were even born then… 

Okay, it’s like the roses Dad pointed to and said you would like. 

Well, that sounds closer to the truth! Now, what about this baby blanket? Since when were you paying attention to the “blue is for boys, pink is for girls” stuff? 

I’m not. Why? 

You said pink like a newborn baby girl’s blanket. 

Oh, yeah well, I’ve never seen a baby boy. 

Ah, anyhow the boat isn’t for sale. 

Well, someday I want a pink boat just like that someday! 

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Crimson’s Creative Challenge: #101

https://crispinakemp.com/2020/10/14/crimsons-creative-challenge-101/

Fairy Door

Deep in the forest 
away from the light 
there was a small door 
for someone so slight. 
It led to a world 
that no one did know 
but one where the fairy 
always wanted to go. 
She flew to the door 
and peeked right inside 
If she saw something scary 
she wanted to hide. 
But the world that she saw 
when she looked in the door 
was a beautiful world 
That she wanted much more. 
So there she did go 
with a flip of her wings 
and now she is happy; 
hear the tune that she sings. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry