Crimson’s Creative Challenge 131

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Marcel, do you think they can see me up here?

Barney, why do you care?

I don’t know. Maybe I want to be seen. Maybe I don’t want to blend into my background like you do.

What do you mean, like I do? I like being seen. Why else would I go down there and dodge peoples clumsy steps? Barney, you really think about things too hard.

Marcel, it’s just that I’m not as colorful as you are. I tend to blend more and never be seen. And honestly, have you ever been called a crow? I doubt it! Try that one on for size! A crow! Hahaha, as if. Those guys are too noisy.

Barney, you were called a crow?

Yeah, that one day we were down on the sidewalk when that kid walked up to me. He turned around and told his mother that he just found a crow. Do I really look like a crow?

Barney, you don’t look like a crow. Not to mention, your cooing is much softer than the cawing of a crow. That alone should set you apart.

Well, if you really say so Marcel. Thanks for saying that. But really, do you think anyone can see me up here?

©2021 CBialczak flashfiction

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #103

For Crispina Kemp’s weekly challenge:

Hope for our world

Nobody knows what the countries go through 
that have evil leaders who do what they do 

But in the civilized world we have evil too 
Dehumanizing people, clouding our view 

We have to think of how humans must feel 
when all they can think is “negativity’s real” 

And where are the people who built to conceal 
the anger and hatred, I mean what is their deal? 

If kindness could run from person to person 
wouldn’t our world be a little more fun? 

If peace and prosperity rolled into one 
Then maybe the evil can be slowly undone.

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #94

Written for Crispina’s weekly prompt:

My Dear Friend

Welcome home, come on in 

We’ve waited for so long 

Have a seat, talk a while 

I’ll make the coffee strong 

Its been so long since we conversed 

I miss you very much 

But now you’re here and so am I 

A friendship meant to clutch 

Close to my heart as well as yours 

For now until the end 

I’m glad you’re here, I missed you so 

My closest, dearest friend.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Crimson’s Creative Challenge

Written for Crispina Kemp:

This old boat

Too far from water to enjoy the waves 

Too close to water to be secure on land. 

Too messy to look brand new. 

To clean to look old and used. 

Left to rise above the water. 

No longer able to sink in the sea. 

Still vacant on an empty dock. 

Once occupied by a lover of the sea.   

Thankful to be safe and dry.

Wanting to float freely in the waves.

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #73

Thank you Crispina for hosting:

Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.)
You respond with something CREATIVE

Danny didn’t know how long it had been since he had seen this place. He used to come here often when he was a kid. Always wanting to see where the door led. Maybe nowhere, but maybe to some tunnel that led to treasure or led to a new special place. When he had come as a boy the door wasn’t covered with weeds. It had been a door to another world.

Now, Danny looked at the door. He felt like he wanted to crawl in and just sit quietly, peacefully, by himself without the rest of the world bustling around him. He still wondered what was behind that door. Maybe nothing, maybe a whole other world. He figured he would never know and soon the door would be covered so completely by greenery that it would be lost until someday, someone decided to cut down this forest. He hoped he wasn’t around for that.

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #67


Falling from the tower 
the princess she did go. 
Because her hair can’t save her 
when the strong winds blow.  

So now back in the tower 
she lives in so much calm 
She loves to see the birds 
They eat out of her palm.  

And when the prince comes calling 
She gladly says hello. 
She sees him high upon his steed 
And loves his strong shadow.  

©2020 CBialczak


Crimson’s Creative Challenge #58

Treasure Trove 

What have we here? 

A small treasure trove? 

Found from the earth 

Perhaps in the grove. 

In the grove of trees 

Where fruit will grow 

Places to find fortune 

to reap and to sow. 

Under that old tree 

There used to be a crate 

Now that old brown box  

Holds treasure that is great.