June 12, 2018 – Prompt – What is you were born in a different decade? What would you day be like?

Had I been born before 1910 I would have become a number one flapper. Suddenly the women stopped wearing corsets, cut their hair, wore short skirts and learned wild dances like the Charleston, black bottom and muskrat.

In the States alcoholic drinks were outlawed, but speakeasies thrived. Police raids were common and to spend a night in jail became a status symbol.

I can see me heading out with a boyfriend wearing heels, a fringed dress, long beads and a perky little headband with feathers. The long cigarette holder would be hidden walking past my father, but the camel would have been lit as soon as the car pulled away from the curb.

Ah, the freedom of short hair styled in a finger-wave over long hair piled on the head. Then the music, the free and easy music of jazz and honky-tonk. It was a time of social revolution and fun.

Submitted by Ellynore Seybold


It isn’t a decade I am drawn to, but a time. A time when I feel I have lived before and it is the 1860’s during our Civil War.

What would my typical day have been—I had followed Clara Barton and become a hospital nurse. In the war I worked in a field hospital which was really a home requisitioned by the army for its use.

My days began early long before the surgeon arrived. My duties were to prepare the operating room. I washed the blood from the floors, filled the cabinets with clean linens and rolled bandages. I checked the supplies of the few medications that were available. I laid out the instruments for the many surgeries we would do in just this one day. I had seen to their cleanliness the evening before: the knife for incising the skin, the saw for amputations, probes to search for bullets, needles and thread to close the wounds.

By seven all was in readiness and in wait for the carnage of the day. As the sound of the guns sounded in the countryside around us. I took a deep breath soon a line formed of young men screaming in pain or passed out in its agony.

It became my responsibility to decide which of the wounded should be the first treated and which would be left to lie on the floor and later sent to be buried. If I had a few moments I would sit with a dying boy, hold his hand and do my best to comfort. I would pray or sing a lullaby.

Christine Howard



Write a scene with a dog, a window and a green hat using one of the three’s POV

A dog, a window, a green hat include all three and write from the perspective of one. I wrote from the window’s perspective.

Charlie was digging again, out under the apple tree in the shade. It was noontime, and the sun was bright overhead. I saw him lie down in the cool hole he had made. His eyes closed as he began his nap, but I could see that his ears were still on alert. It was a good thing too, for as I watched, a strong wind kicked up. Charlie opened his eyes and jumped up just as a limb fell out of the tree right next to where he had been lying.

Charlie sniffed the limb, then began to bark. I couldn’t see why he was barking until he moved to one side and I then I could see a green straw hat nestled into a fork in the limb. Inside the hat were five baby squirrels. June was inside the house and heard the noise. She ran past me and out the door.

“So that’s where my hat went to,” I heard her say as she went by.

Karen Hydock


May 22, 2018 – Prompt – Sage, Match,Corner, Light and Border

It was a dark corner with hardly much space to find shelter but you could collect some dried sage and straw, twigs and garbage to make a small fire. The ruins of the house had stood there all the time Ross had been around. It had been a burned down building with just a few walls standing but the corner was the most sheltered from the south winds to build a fire to warm yourself up.

Ross had be homeless for several year and now and each time he arrived at this ruins he would come to this dark corner and build a precious little fire religiously, and sit by it warming his hands, till the embers glowed and died and the wisp of smoke would rise announcing the close of the ceremony. Then Ross would gather his odds and ends and shuffle off to the next ritual site on his circuit.

He pulled out a tattered box of matches and struck the match. The flame lit the dark corner for a brief moment and out of the corner of his eye he saw the dull gleam of metal. He wondered what it was as he reached for the coin lying on the floor.

“Must hav’ dropped out of Ol’ Henry’s trouser pocket,” he mumbled as he pocketed the quarter.

Tim Bhajjan

April 24, 2018 – Prompt – salt, light, hand, cover, water

It wasn’t long before her hand started to shiver, the water was ice cold and with the light going out it felt eerie and depressing all around.
“Where was Robert after all,” she wondered. She looked anxiously all around at the darkening sky.
“Will he make it safely over the icy bridge and come looking for me,” she wondered.
The car was a total wreck and her hand was turning numb and cold, stuck in the mangled, bent, metal of what was once a car door. Yes, her wrist was broken, crushed probably with the impact, as the car had skidded over the wet pavement and hit the rock on the side of the lake. It all seemed such a loss, and now the wave of darkness slowly crept over her consciousness as she fell asleep.

Tim Bhajjan


The beach where I live has a wide sandy area. One day I took a walk in the morning sunlight, and something on the stretch ahead caught my eye. A section of cardboard laid on the ground near a grassy overhang. Wary some crab or jellyfish might be under it, I extended my hand and turned the covering away. Much to my surprise, I found a hill of salt. A trickle of water ran around the white grains from the runoff above.
Bending down, I looked at the mound closer and saw small black bugs depositing one salt grain at a time onto the salt hill.
This was most curious. So, I followed the trail of beetles up on the grassy ledge above me. There, someone had dumped a load of road salt on top of the bug’s home. They were busy removing the grains away from the entry to their tunnel.
This taught me a good lesson. That there is more intelligent life beneath our world.


Nancy Nation


April 10, 2018 – Prompt – The last human sense is discovered and it makes humans…

The last human sense is discovered and it makes humans beings spin out of control due to adopting the actions of whatever primate with which they come in contact.
As the dog lover takes on their pet behaviors of: scratching, licking and jumping at will. Luckily they’re past the chewing stage, but wagging is a problem with their more stationary spin and all fours-stretching out on the cool tile floors and panting in the heat. I see they have lost all modesty as they lift their legs as well.
Cat people are jumping up and down off ledges. Purring as they look for laps to lay in. Amazing how they lick and roll into balls.
I have yet to see turtle or reptile owners. Cow, horse and pig people are quite entertaining. Goat owners are the most fascinating.
No wonder mermaids are thought to exist, as l see whale lovers dive and surface looking for company.

Carol Bouchard

April 17, 2018 Prompt – Low battery. Exactly the two words I didn’t want to see right now

Low Battery

It started with an evening camel ride in the Sahara Desert of Morocco. Abdul, my guide of about twenty, looked like the handsome prince from central casting. I balanced myself on the uncomfortable back of a white dromendary. Suddenly, from the distance I heard the hoots and shouts of a horde of men coming toward us. They surrounded Abdul and myself and forced us off our camels. Within a minute, the horde, camels and Abdul had disappeaed over the dunes.
I stood there, all alone dressed in a cape and turban while darkness swifly descended upon me. I pulled out my trusted cell phone and read the message–low battery.
God help me.

Ellynore Smith

March 10, 2018 – Prompt – People change, even the Devil was once an Angel.

Everyone changes?
Well, that is a load of crap.
I refuse to change.
Even my father’s casting me out, will not force a change in me.
I told him what I thought of his rule.
I am sticking to my words.
I shall not change.
No matter how long the banishment to the basement lasts.

yours truly – Lucifer

JL Lahey


March 27, 2018 – Prompt – I was hunting Easter eggs but instead found____?

I pushed aside the long narrow leaves of the irises, looking for bright spots of color. I wasn’t expecting to hear the low rattle almost dry leaves rustling against each other. Having been raised in the desert, I knew to freeze. The only thing that moved, aside from the pulse I could feel pounding in my throat, were my eyes. I looked carefully until I spotted him. There he was, coiled between the cluster of green stalks and the building wall. I was hunting Easter eggs but instead had found a rattlesnake. Thankfully, he wasn’t poised to strike. Moving ever so slowly so I didn’t startle him, I pulled back and let him be. If there were eggs there, he could have them!

Meleesa Stephens


It was a fun group of people, some older than others, and a whole group of children. The mission was to roam widely in the garden looking for those brightly colored eggs. It sounds easy, but the heat was killing me. I looked for those shaded places and quietly crept into the dark recesses, moving the greenery around and peering intently among the rocks and weeds.
I had hardly noticed them, they were sitting quietly like a well-behaved class of kids but then one of them moved, and another flapped her wings, and the game was up. They were six of those goslings about a few days old, bright eyed and probably well fed for they just sat there quietly as if in deep meditation.
Here I was hunting for Easter eggs but instead found this quiet lot, resting before beginning their journey into life.

Tim Bhajjan


February 27, 2018 – Prompt – Pick Six

This weeks prompt was a pick six exercise and began: You are tending to your own business when a yeti stops you. this unproven (possibly mythological being asks if you know you spouse is flirting with a glorg. You have no idea what the being wants, so you counter with handing it the newspaper you have in your back pocket.

The underlined words/phrases were picked from a list of six for each. Here is one members response.

Not every day one meets a Yeti, the one-eyed hairy fellow. It scared me just a bit I’d say, but he seemed rather mellow.
Besides I couldn’t get around him. He took up all the sidewalk. He leaned right in with his yellow-toothed smile. Suggested we have a talk.
“What about?” I gasped with a croak. While he cracked a terrible grin.
“Just between you and I.”
It involved a bit of sin.
“Linda,” he hissed, “your faithful wife has been slipping and sleeping around.”
“Give me break,” I countered. “I’d have heard in this very small town. Look,” I said reaching far behind and pulling a newspaper out. “It says right here adultery is nil. What are you talking about?”
“Well,” he said, “believe what you will. Believe it or not. Indeed I have to say really you should not believe everything you read.”

Donna Costly

March 20, 2018 -Prompt – fire, light, riddle

Two responses both from Ellynore

1. The fire threw a light on the riddle. The butler did it.
2. “Got a light buddy?”

I pulled out my bic and gave it a click. The fire lit up his face. I pulled back in shock. The only feature was a mouth with a butt extending out. No nose, no eyes, nothing else.

He spoke in a raspy voice, “What are you staring at? Haven’t you ever seen people from Riddle before?”

“No, I don’t even know where Riddle is.”

“It’s the little country between Rubik and Cube.”

Ellynore Seybold