50 Word Thursday #24 ~ Amy’s swim #50WordThurs


“They’re beautiful” thought shy accountant Amy Fulton as the blue fish quickly swam in front of her. She had lived her life cautiously, never taking any new risks. Finally, Amy pushed herself into scuba diving. A dull life filing taxes suddenly was missed once she saw the approaching shark.

(50 words)

________________________________________________________________________________________        Written for 50WordThurs                 


Daily prompt ~Who’s the Doctor here? #THWS


   Today’s prompt from The haunted wordsmith was to pick your favorite song. I decided to “spring-off” of that idea. I attempted to write a coherent short-fiction piece utilizing song lyrics from “THE WHO”. It really was fun writing this and the finished story is just so silly-but,it makes sense.

___________________________________________________________________________________________     As I walked through the hospital door, a nurse quickly approached me.
“Who are you?” She asked.
“They call me the seeker, but my name is Tommy and I’m feeling a bit ill. Everyday I take this bus, but this morning as soon as I got on-I had to vomit in the park. I don’t have a fever yet, there’s other symptoms that I can’t explain”.  The nurse took my arm and led me into to an examination room. “Have a seat on the table, Dr. Jimmy is currently mobile but will be with you shortly”. She then left me alone.  The door swung open.  A man dressed in a silver sparkled glittering gown entered. I looked at him and asked “Oh come on and tell me who are you? Are you a Doctor??” 
    He smiled back,  “No, I’m a substitute for the other guy. Are you the one with the stutter?”
   I shook my my head “No” and was starting to get upset.
    The Doctor then raised his hands, “Oh, you must be Happy Jack!”
     I stood up in anger, yelling back at this supposed “Doctor”.
   “Look, I’ve had enough! I could have gone anywhere, anyway, anyhow I choose! But, I came here to this clinic. Now, I know you deceived me well here’s a surprise..I know you’re a just a fake!”   
     The strange looking Doctor stepped back. “Now, now..this is no social crisis. I just wanted to fiddle about”.
     I jumped off the table, pushed this weirdo out of the way and yelled back at him, “OH NO YOU DON’T! This happened to me once before and I WON’T BE FOOLED AGAIN!”  I exited the hospital thinking that out here in the fields anything could happen.


This piece was inspired by The Haunted Wordsmith’s Daily prompt – song challenge


FOWC ~ Views together #FOWC #THWS


Do you really want to know what I see?

Be leery of your quest in wanting to truly know me

This world is a much darker place through my filtered vision

I will regardless continue to honor your wanted decision

You see mutual lovers embrace on warm Autumn days

To me, one is planning murder due to their torrid jealous ways

A nurturing home is why you think families stay inside

But, they could be instead blood suckers who wait till dark to arise

You talk of children who you watch innocently play on their own

I instead think that their parents have been tied up to suffer alone

Our seperate minds wander down such opposite directions

Yet, we are together in love enjoying our wonderful connection


Written for Fandago’s FOWC prompt “Jealous” and The Haunted Wordsmith’s opposites attract challenge


Finish the Story – The Recruit – Part 9 #fts #THWS



Part 9 by John at The Magic Shop

“NO! I’ve had ENOUGH.” Adam snapped at the two uniformed soldiers.

“I want answers and I want them NOW. You have been giving me the run-arou…

Adam felt something sharp pierce the back of his neck. He felt his world being turned upside down, before hitting the linoleum floor and blacking out.

A large metal fan was spinning directly above Adam’s head as he slowly opened his eyes. He woke up on top of a king-sized bed, soaked in a pool of sweat. His head was still groggy as he pushed himself up on his arms and looked around wherever his new surroundings were. He was now in a dimly-lit hotel room decorated in earth-tones and tree decor. A slim beam of sunlight shot out from behind the mauve curtains. Wherever he was, it was daytime. He staggered off the bed and spotted something laying on the dresser next to an ashtray.

“Thank you for staying at THE MONTANA LODGE. We hope you generously appreciate the services of our staff”.

It was a gratuity envelope. Adam had seen them before, growing up with his Dad. When they were on the run.

“Yeah, here’s my tip..Tell me where the Hell I am”. Adam thought, still trying to clear the fog out of his head. He knew he had to pull himself together, figure this out. A plan, he needed a plan. Before he could even come up with the first part of his escape, someone started knocking on the room’s door from outside.

A slow, steady knock of a hand that sounded big…….

I am tagging Dorinda Duclos, Night-Owl poetry to tell us “who is knocking on that door?”


Sunday Writing Prompt ~ Untitled Masterpiece


“FANTASTIC!” proclaimed Avi LeBline.

“The feelings it portrays, how people rise up and fall within the totataliarian confines of society..the colors and strokes…all so beautifully portrayed in this”

The “this” that noted art critic Avi LeBline was raving about was Westfield Galleries latest painting acquisition. Simply entitled “This is mine.” The painting was done by a relative newcomer to the abstract art world, one Mr. Oscar Malone. His painting had been seen by some recent employers of his and they in turn helped get Mr. Malone’s work to be put on display.

“This man is a genius, So much attention to detail and such raw passion!” Avi had a small group of followers standing by him (like he always does), mesmerized by his words within every critique. His opnions on paintings were known to make or break the career of an artist.

“Where is Mr. Malone? I simply must speak with the genious behind this masterpiece”. Avi and his entourage looked around the gallery, finalling spotting Mr. Malone walking towards them. The group started to applaud as he stepped up to them, embarassing Mr. Malone a bit.

“My dear fellow, You have taken my breath away with this piece! Please take us in your mind, tell us your inspiration for such mastery.” Avi turned to look at the piece once again, in awe.

Mr. Malone looked around at the small group now paying full attention to his every word.

“Oh, this?” Malone said as he pointed up to his artwork.

“Well, I got the idea for this after the sausage sandwich I had for lunch last week. See, I own my own paintin’ business. Me and my partner were working on the insides of these new offices downtown and we started arguing over can belch the loudest. Next thing ya know, we started throwing paint at each other…”


Inspired by the Sunday Writing Prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and The Haunted Wordsmith’s #19 genre writing prompt. (comedy)

SoCS ~ A Good Sign #weekend-writing-prompt #SoCS


Wonderfully, Peggy found her dream man
A restaurant chef simply named Stan
She was hesitant about this particular guy
He wasn’t her compatible Zodiac sign
But, Horoscopes are not always guaranteed
He was her perfect match who also made great Mac and Cheese

(43 words)


Written using the following prompts – Linda G. Hills SoCS for 5/18, Sammiscribles Weekend Writing prompt and The Haunted Wordsmith’s Daily Prompt “Mac and Cheese”.

May Writing – Clara’s fruit of choice – #MayWriting


Aunt Clara chose once again some great dishes to prepare

Her family would soon enjoy yet another delicious affair

Before the first course, all bowed down their heads in blessings

Then Clara served out the salad covered in her own Raspberry dressing

Those delightful greens tantalized everyone with each little leafy bit

Which was then followed up by Clara’s Raspberry soup which was just exquisite

If these entrees weren’t enough to satisfy all the kin

Clara then brought out her Raspberry pot-roast for everyone to dig-in

Multiple side dishes like Raspberry stuffing and Raspberry surprise

Proved that old theory that a stomach is always smaller than one’s hungry eyes

When this buffet finished stuffing everyone in gluttonous prosperity

It was time for desserts that were Clara’s absolute specialty

Everyone knew of Clara’s tarts always filled with her favorite fruit

Yet, when she brought out this fresh batch they clearly were substitutes

“Not all tarts are Raspberry” Clara announced to the family with a pout

“I made you a Raspberry flavored meal and I simply ran out”



Written for the May Writing Prompts – Not All Tarts are Raspberry – Day 14/31 and The Haunted Wordsmith’s setting challenge – family dinner


The Time Controller~Pt.2 #FOWC #Fandago




Life continued throughout the city. The daily demands on the average citizen kept them moving endlessly without hesitation. From morning to midnight, the surge of the public flowed from employment to entertainment. The intensity of motion was so relevant to all, that the simplicity of basic feelings had been overlooked. It was a constant race from “what was”  to “what needs to be” with as little emotion in between being used.

Hailey witnessed all of this in an instant, within a blink of her eyes. This was her gift. She lived with the events of a nanosecond to a century, opened up to her as a constant show with no secrets.

Yet, their were those who could keep themselves hidden from her gaze. They were whispered about only in the darkest of places and once they revealed themselves, your destiny belonged to them. They were known simply as ‘The Stoppers’ and they were about to visit the city once again, completely hidden from the eyes of Hailey-the time controller.


This piece was written for Fandago’s FFC

My thanks to The Haunted Wordsmith for letting me continue Hailey’s story.



Genre writing challenge/ May Writing ~A New Hero #MayWriting #THWS


A new lawlessness had arrived in Metro-park city
The police now outmatched by foes with inhuman abilities

Villains called Lady Von Psycho and Mister Darkmind
Used their evil ways to pull off multiple, heinous crimes

Professor Schmidt discovered a way to stop these invincible cowards
He invented a thing to give himself even mightier super-powers

With superhuman new skills Schmidt extracted all villainy 
Going forth as protector for all the citizen’s restored harmony 

However, Schmidt had no name for his secret alternate skin
A hero’s moniker should reference his life-changing origin

Not bitten by a glowing spider or transformed by a wizard named Shazam
He simply ate radiated food and became the all-powerful ‘ GREEN-EGGS AND SPAM MAN!’


Written for the May Writing Prompt – Green Eggs and Spam – Day 13/31 and The Haunted Wordsmith’s daily prompt (Genre challenge) – Superhero