Tale Weaver – #296 – Stranger – 8th October

For Michael at MLMM: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/10/08/tale-weaver-296-stranger-8th-october/

The Road Home

I had to go slow, all the snow on the road, and no town trucks had been out to plow yet. I hated these back roads when it snowed. The snow in the trees was like a blanket trapping you into this small space. Everywhere you looked all you saw was white. It was beautiful but… 

Who is that? Why is there someone even on this road? Shoot, I do not know if I should just stop here and wait…. wait for what? Should I try to back up and get out of here? Then what? I must get home. What am I going to do go back to the market and say that someone is walking down the road toward my house and since I do not know who it is, I will not drive toward him or her? People will think I have lost my mind.  

But what if I go up slowly behind him and it is some psycho. I will be trapped because there is not anywhere to turn around up there. I do not think I would even have time to turn around before he was in my car or attacking me.  

Good God, Crystal, stop with the creepy movie stuff! Other people live in this town and other people walk on this road! What are you going to do, never go back to your house because some guy decided to take a walk on the snowy road?  

But who could it be? The Johnston’s are both in their 80’s and Mr. Johnston had no reason to be out in this cold. Becka lives with Luke…Oh, it is Luke. But where is his car? I did not see it back in town and it is a little cold to be walking right now.  

Great, what do I do?  

Okay, I will go past this person and see who it is. It is just someone I am forgetting about. My imagination must stop! 

©2020 CBialczak

Tale Weaver – #294 – Epic Fail – 24th September

This week consider the notion of an epic fail.

It can be a very subjective view, like a dinner that went wrong, a holiday that went pear shaped, anything that started off with the best of intentions and through various means failed to meet expectations.

For Michael: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/09/24/tale-weaver-294-epic-fail-24th-september/

Making Copies: Epic Fail…Back to work

Jillian grabbed her coat and gloves as she was heading out the front door. She had already put her briefcase and lunch in the car, got the car warmed up, and figured she was ready to go. Her article was going to hit the streets this week and she felt certain that this would be the breakthrough of her career. That was until her phone rang…. 




This is Officer Bently from the Castlebury Police Department. Do you have any idea why I am calling? 

No, none at all. Is everything okay? 

Well, I hate to be the one who has to tell you this but your workplace, Staggler and Staggler, is gone. 

What do you mean my job is gone? 

Early this morning, about 2 am, the building exploded into a ball of flames. There is nothing left of the building. Luckily, no one was there at the time. Do you have any idea who would want to destroy this successful business?  

I don’t know what to say. I mean, who would want to do this sort of thing? Oh my God, what if I had left to go to work on time today? That could’ve been me.  

Well we think a fire may have started in the copy center. 

The copy center? Why the copy center? 

There was ink on all the debris. 

Oh, wow. I haven’t used the copy center in quite a while… (Crap, I set the machine to make 1000 copies of my article. It must have been too much and got the machine over heated. Now what will I do? That was my only copy! Back to being just the secretary) 

Thank you for your help and Jillian, if you  can think of any reason for the copy center to have started this fire could you please contact my precinct immediately. 

Sure, no problem.

©2020 CBialczak Fiction


For Robert Shipp: https://flashfictionforthepracticalpractitioner.wordpress.com/2020/08/26/flash-fiction-for-the-purposeful-practitioner-2020-week-35/

yellow boat

Boat Trip

Taking a trip in the big yellow boat 

Finding a vessel that will stay afloat 

No sharks around 

No evidence found 

Make sure you leave me a note. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry


Sunset Cruise

Marcus looked at the boat. This is not what he had in mind when he booked a sunset cruise for him and Veva. He was completely confused. How would he and Veva fit in that boat with a… a captain? Is that even what you call someone who rows a rowboat? Did that boat even have a motor? He was starting to feel a pit in his stomach. Maybe this was only the boat that took them to the sailboat. Marcus chuckled to himself, feeling foolish for jumping to such a silly conclusion.  

Veva arrived at the marina on time. Marcus had told her he had a surprise and that she should get to the marina by six. Walking from the car, Veva saw Marcus talking to an old man. They were pointing at a yellow rowboat. Was Marcus going to row her out onto the open ocean. What had he planned? How was she going to get out of this? 

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

“Simply 6-minutes” Writing Challenge 08/18/2020

Welcome to the challenge: 08/18/2020

Today’s Prompt:

Photo from Chewy.com
  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:

“I’m going to get you Baxter.” 

“Oh Cleo, will you just leave me be. Isn’t there enough room for you to go play by yourself?” 

“But Baxter, we  always have more fun when we play together. Lets go on the top. Then we can wake up Milly. She thinks it is nap time. Let’s show her there is no  nap  time here!” 

“Cleo, let her sleep. She isn’t bothering you or anyone else. We can’t even really tell she is here.” 

Cleo insisted on bothering Baxter, despite Baxter asking him to leave him alone. That’s what little brothers did and Cleo was just fulfilling his role. Milly, being the oldest of the three, was considered the wisest and expected others to treat her like a queen. Mom and Dad even put a special shelf for her to sleep on that was hard to reach from the other shelves. Cleo wondered if they did that so he wouldn’t bother Milly.  Who knows, but having a brother and a sister, Cleo thought he’d have someone to play with and he wouldn’t have to beg. Baxter luckily never bothered Cleo and never got aggressive. Milly  was a different story. But no matter how many times Cleo took a swat at Baxter, Baxter would just… (211 words)

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #77

Written for Fandango: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/08/03/fandangos-flash-fiction-challenge-77/

Welcome to “Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.” Each week Fandango will be posting a photo he grabs off the internet and challenge bloggers to write a flash fiction piece or a poem inspired by the photo. There are no style or word limits.

The image below is from the Google Hub Photo Frame.


Going Home

Looking up toward the apartment entrance, my stomach did a flip, then a flop. I felt as though I would throw up. I haven’t been here in almost twenty years, never really resolving the problems with dad like I had planned on doing. What if he slammed the door in my face? What if he told me to turn around and walk back down those stairs and never come back? I miss my parents; I am sorry for taking them for granted all those years.  

I picked up my backpack and slung it on my back. Grabbing my suitcase, I started the climb up the stairs. I was only moments away from either having my parents back or leaving them forever.

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Tale Weaver #285


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.

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #70

I could see them sitting together, staring out the window as if they were really interested in the sights passing by. This was a farce. They would get off the train at the busiest stop, drop that bottle in a trash barrel and walk away, knowing they have enough time to exit the terminal before someone threw something into the trash, making the bottle jostle and mix, then cause an explosion to kill at least those within a fifteen foot radius. I had to find a way to alert the authorities. It was only by chance that I got on this train, only to see this Bonny and Clyde couple sit as if they are only innocent bystanders. Killers are not innocent, this couple is the epitome of evil.

For Fandango: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/06/15/fandangos-flash-fiction-challenge-70/

Tiny Tale Bundle #3

This is inspired by/based on the VSS365 hashtag on Twitter which I learned about from the blog Lisa Stapleton.

Tiny Tale Bundle Rules:

  • There will be a prompt. This prompt might be a single word (which you will have to include in each story), a picture, a character, or something else.
  • I will write a ‘bundle’ of three different Tiny Tales inspired by the prompt.
  • The word limit is one hundred words.
  • If the prompt is a word, then I am allowed to use variations of the word, for example for the word “scratch,” the word “scratched” is okay too.
  • If you happen to want to do this challenge too, it would be appreciated if you linked back to my blog, as I did with the blog I got the basic idea from.
  • Optional: tag with #tinytalebundles
  • Optional: display the word count.

Some days there will be several prompts and you must incorporate both of them into each tiny tale. The prompts today are…




Written for: https://wordsonkey.wordpress.com/2020/06/15/tiny-tale-bundle-3/


Tiny Tales #1

Dwight could not believe he was there. How had he ended up in this room staring up at the ceiling? Was this where he was expected to recover? The last thing he remembered was hanging with Joe and talking about taking the pills. Where was Joe now? The whole night is a total blank after that point. Dwight took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves so he could figure out where he was and how he got there. Someone would know.  
As he lay there silent, he could not hear another human anywhere near him. Where was he?  (100 words)

Tiny Tale #2

Once upon a time there was a little elf named Slinky. Slinky was different than the other elves and because of this he was always alone. He didn’t mind being alone. He would stare up at the ceiling and imagine seeing faces that he could talk to. Sometimes they would talk back. At least the faces in the ceiling didn’t mind that Slinky was different, they were there to help him recover from his feelings of loss when he was told to go away. Slinky held onto the belief that someday he would be fully accepted for who he was.  (100 words)

Tiny Tale #3

Veva held onto the railing of the dock as she walked toward the boat. She was shaking in every part of her body, knowing that if she fell in, she would never recover. That’s what happened in the water. There were things under the docks and swimming under the boats, things that liked to eat humans as if they were nightcrawlers on the end of a hook. She didn’t want to go to the boat, floating above the water like a ceiling between two worlds. But Veva knew without stepping onto that boat she would be left here forever alone.  (100 words)