Broken Securities at Dawn Break – Photo Fiction-65


Broken Securities at Dawn Break – Photo Fiction-65

Write a fictional piece of no more than 300 words based on the picture above. You pick your poison, poetry or story.

Please don’t forget to, mention this post of yours, and link back here.

Broken Securities at Dawn Break

In was early morning, dawn had just broken, I was having a quick look through my binoculars from the top of the building before having a shower.

All of a sudden something caught my eye, was I dreaming, over the top of another building was this strange looking cricket insect which had what looked like an antenna strapped to his body.

What was this a new way to correspond with aliens by unsuspecting apparatus strapped to an insect, spying on Government buildings with protected information, sending it back to mars?

Who would have thought of this strange way of getting information, or even to go so low to train insects to locate important guarded ideas on computers this way instead of tapping into personal emails?

When I focus the binoculars again there was no insect to be seen, perhaps I was dreaming, let’s hope so, amazing what a half awake mind can dream.

Day 25 – Nano Poblano


#frapalymo Poetry Prompt 23Nov16 – Green Pantoum


#frapalymo Poetry Prompt 23Nov16 – Green Pantoum

the #frapalymo prompt no 23 is: “write a green pantoum” . you have to engage a little with the pantoum. if you do that you’ll get a wonderful aha moment. you can find more about the pantoum and how it works here on wikipedia. I want to add that a pantoum does not need to rhyme but it can be, but there are rhyme artists amongst us and so I am looking forward to rhymed and unrhymed pantoums.

Green Pantoum

In the beginning, God created heaven and earth
The earth was green
Trees were free from weeds
The grass was rich and clean

The earth was green
Water pure hygiene
The grass was rich and clean
Valleys didn’t need a fire screen

Water pure hygiene
Which gleamed
The grass was rich and clean
Everything a method of routine

Which gleamed
Showing the earth was green
Everything a method of routine
Producing the earth’s hygiene

Showing the earth was green
Trees were free of weeds
Producing the earth’s hygiene
In the beginning, God created heaven and earth

This is my first attempt at writing a rhyming Pantoum, so it was a challenge, but I’m quite happy with the end result.

Thanks Bee for making me go past my comfort zone.


#frapalymo Poetry Prompt 22 Nov16 – Red Elevenie


#frapalymo Poetry Prompt 22 Nov16 – Red Elevenie

#frapalymo prompt no 22 is: “write a red elevenie“. an elevenie is a simple creature (the German expression for “elevenie” also is the diminuite form of a fairy) and can hardly be understood as a poetic form. it is rather an arrangement of eleven words. even though it is rather simple it can be very charming, that is why I like to use it here. everything else about the “elevenie” you can find out on Wikipedia. and for not only having the form there is also the colour which means we have a “red elevenie”.

Red Elevenie


Glowing fire

Warming my heart

Special thought’s of Christmas


Thanks Bee for sharing a new form of poetry, made me think a little, which is good for the brain, the only problem was finding a picture, the fire isn’t glowing red, but it does show the Christmas spirit.


NanoPoblano 2016 – Day 22 – Blue Tanka


NanoPoblano  2016 – Day 22 – Blue Tanka

#NaBloPoMo – Day Twenty-two  of – Cheer Peppers NanoPoblano 30 Day Challenge

#frapalymo Poetry Prompt 21Nov16

the #frapalymo-prompt no 21 is: “write a blue tanka“. tanka are older than haiku but follow a defined metre. a tanka is written in five lines with  5-7-5-7-7 syllable count. the topic of the tanka is up to you ~ it only needs to contain the colour blue (that is why I wrote “a blue tanka”). and now have fun with form and colour….!

Blue Tanka

something blue – garter

never knew why something blue

for a bride to wear

just googled it and for sure

well – blue stands for purity

Just a little note: There were more reasons why something blue is part of a bride’s attire, but one thing I didn’t know or heard of ever in the last sixty years was “sixpence in your shoes”.

I only heard of Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed. and Something Blue.  These were items chosen to bring good luck to the bride.

How many of my readers knew the one about the sixpence and can you tell me the reason for this?


NanoPoblano 2016 – Day Twentyone – Life is Beautiful


#NanoPoblano  2016 – Day Twentyone – Life is Beautiful

#Nano Poblano – Day Twentyone  of – Cheer Peppers NanoPoblano 30 Day Challenge

Today the weather has been perfect, the sky is blue, westerly winds are strong but warm, a nice change from earthquakes and rain.

I have spent most of the day outside gardening, our new home in town is starting to look nice and homely, with Christmas less than five weeks away there is a feeling of excitement and contentment, after a hard winter leaving the farm.


So for today instead of spending hours at my computer writing ,I have selected a quote which say’s the feelings I have today.

“My theory on life is that life is beautiful. Life doesn’t change. You have a day, and a night, and a month, and a year. We people change – we can be miserable or we can be happy. It’s what you make of your life”. – Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum – so true.

#The Writer’s Quote Challenge-2


#The Writer’s Quote Challenge is a weekly event. Each Thursday, the hostess(es) Bernadette & Jacqueline will post a weekly prompt.

Either make up your own sayings or use a quote from a famous author that you find gives you inspiration.

This week is Jacqueline’s week and she has chosen:

“Storytelling is the oldest form of education.”  Terry Tempest Williams

Great quote about terror Quoted by Stephen King.

“The 3 types of terror: The Gross-out: the sight of a severed head tumbling down a flight of stairs, it’s when the lights go out and something green and slimy splatters against your arm.

The Horror: the unnatural, spiders the size of bears, the dead waking up and walking around, it’s when the lights go out and something with claws grabs you by the arm.

And the last and worse one: Terror, when you come home and notice everything you own had been taken away and replaced by an exact substitute. It’s when the lights go out and you feel something behind you, you hear it, you feel its breath against your ear, but when you turn around, there’s nothing there…”

Here is my inspiration for a terror storytelling tanka poem

writing about terror

invokes a mind filled with fear

trembling body

that changes when lights go out

a dying flame extinguished

Also written for NanoPoblano  2016 – Day Nineteen

#NaBloPoMo – Cheer Peppers NanoPoblano 30 Day Challenge.


NanoPoblano 2016 – Day Eighteen – Photo Fiction-64


NanoPoblano  2016 – Day Eighteen – Photo Fiction-64

#NaBloPoMo – Day Eighteen of – Cheer Peppers NanoPoblano 30 Day Challenge.

#Photo Fiction-64.

Can you tell a story in 300 words? Here’s the challenge.Write a fictional piece of no more than 300 words based on this picture.

I’m a proud well-used bus

Every morning I wake to the sun shining through the tree tops warming my bonnet after a cold night shivering under these trees.

If you think I’m an old has been bus and I’m no use to anyone these days, well that’s not true come and spend a night with me and see all the creatures that come and visit me to keep my body warm and smiling all day long.

Yes, you can’t see that smile but believe it I can feel it, it warms my heart all day long.

Just last night I had one of my favorite passengers come and introduce me to her latest edition of her family, see knew I wouldn’t disturb her as she sat proudly on a seat feeding her offspring.

Then there is the mice family that arrive regularly and have a game of hide and seek, you will be surprised how many places there are to hide in my proud body.

Best of all are those friendly permanent residents, the spiders that rid my body of all those pesky flies leaving spots all over my windows.

I once even had a hive of bees overnight where they sheltered until it stopped raining before moving on.

Yes, I’m a bus and I welcome anyone that wants to shelter or play in my well-used body that still keeps me smiling twenty-four hours a day.