Happy Friday everyone! It’s time for some Flash Fiction with Marquessa! Please click on her post and follow the rules to participate.
Comments are turned off here (for real this time) so please visit Marquessa’s blog to join in the fun.
Happy Friday everyone! It’s time for some Flash Fiction with Marquessa! Please click on her post and follow the rules to participate.
Comments are turned off here (for real this time) so please visit Marquessa’s blog to join in the fun.
Hey everyone! It’s time to write some fiction over at Marquessa’s blog! Let the ideas flow, and remember to have fun!
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I have some exciting news for everyone! Marquessa Mathews of Simply Marquessa reached out to me and wants to join forces for a fun blogging adventure in September. The best part is, it is all about music! My life over here will pretty much stay the same with my Song Lyric Sunday posts, but she will be starting a #Fiction Friday Challenge on Friday. Click on the link and check it out for yourself, but here is a small blurb from her post:
“I will be posting a song lyric as a writing prompt fr YOU. If you don’t like the lyric I post, you can simply use another you hear or just write according to the essence of the song. Flash fiction, regular fiction, poem…it will be up to you!
If you take the challenge, I’ll ask you to pingback to the post or drop a your link post in the comment box.”
We’ve agreed to reblog each other’s weekly posts so we can all participate in sharing our love of music through lyrics and flash fiction/poetry.
Please go check out Marquessa’s blog and find her new challenge tomorrow.
I’m looking forward to all your creative writings, and as always, tune in on Saturday for the Song Lyric Sunday theme.
Sunlight
Blinding light tears through
Dark fears evaporate
Mists on the breeze
Floating idly by
Watching
Waiting
For the time when light
Fails
Darkness settles
Fears rage
Waiting for bright
Blessed warmth
Safely enveloped in beloved arms
Fleeting, floating
Sunlight
Here are the rules for the “Five Photos Five Stories” challenge: “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge.”
As I mentioned in the first post, my son, Jaxon, took the photos I am using.
My final nomination goes to Linda G Hill.
I apologize for being a day late with this one, but better a day late than never, right? Thanks again to Prajakta for nominating me for the challenge.
Shared Abundance
Wake up to the glowing sun
Live and breathe the fresh new air
Harmonious rhythms sing through veins
Delighted breezes sway
Dancing in time to melodic beats
Floating through the joyful day
Blissful sighs melt into tinkling laughter
Igniting shared abundance
I bow my head in delicious wonder
My divinity to yours
Here are the rules for the “Five Photos Five Stories” challenge: “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge.”
As I mentioned in the first post, my son, Jaxon, took the photos I am using.
Today, my nomination goes out to Willow.
Desert Heat
Dusty footprints pave a path
A destination unknown
The sun beats down on weary shoulders
Sweat dripping to the ground
Tumbleweeds roll slowly by
Driven by an arid breeze
Daydreams of moisture
Glimmer in the air
An oasis of hope wavers amid
Charred edges burning
Succumbing to the desert heat
All signs of life slowly fade away
Here are the rules for the “Five Photos Five Stories” challenge: “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge.”
As I mentioned in the first post, my son, Jaxon, took the photos I am using.
Today, my nomination goes out to Nortina Mariela.
Lonely Exchanges
A distorted sun beats down on heavy hearts
Colors fade to gray
Familiar faces come and go
Strangers in the end
Fake smiles warp fleeting moments
Shrill laughter cuts through the wind
Shattered figures sharing shards of glass
Lonely exchanges under a colorless sky
Here are the rules for the “Five Photos Five Stories” challenge: “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge.”
As I mentioned in the first post, my son, Jaxon, took the photos I am using.
Today, my nomination goes out to Just Fooling Around with Bee.
Nature’s Rain
Silky showers tumble from bursting clouds
The wind heralding its arrival
The world arises with a thunderous shout
Leaves rustle, branches snap
The aroma of damp earth permeates
Around the lazy curl of soft petals
Dew drops bead on velvet surfaces
Arms outstretched, face turned up
Greedily drinking in the torrential downpour
A big thank you to Prajakta for nominating me for the “Five Photos Five Stories” challenge. It’s only taken me about a month to actually do it! Here are the rules: “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge.”
I am lucky enough to have an amazing son who has taken up an interest in photography, so all the photos I am using were taken by him.
Today, my nomination goes out to Catastrophe Jones.
French Toast is one of my favorite breakfast items and one of the few things I cook without measuring everything precisely. I’m not much of a cook and I especially don’t like it when someone tells me a recipe and it’s “a little bit of this” and “a dash of that”. I always tell them to write it down and give me precise measurements, which is probably why I’m not much of a cook. I do realize that cooking requires a bit of creativity and imagination and when it comes to food, I’m sorely lacking.
French Toast, on the other hand, is one of those things that just seems to work for me. Crack some eggs, pour some milk in, drip some vanilla and sprinkle cinnamon, and maybe just a bit more then whisk it all together. There are certain types of bread that don’t soak up the liquid in such a way to make it soggy (that’s gross, don’t do it!), and I used to think it was the really thick Texas Toast variety. But I have found that Grandma Sycamore’s bread works just as well; actually I like it better because it isn’t quite so bread-y.
I’m making this sound like I know what I’m talking about. All I can say is that I make it about twice a month, every Saturday or Sunday when I have the boys and everyone loves it! I also tend to fry some sausage links with it and smother it all in syrup.
On Sunday, I decided to cut up some strawberries since by boyfriend is taking meat out of his diet, and that was yummy too. I should have taken a picture with the whole concoction put together on the plate. Not only did it taste fantastic, it looked pretty (think appetizing) too.
Why is it that we tend to devour food with our eyes before shoveling it into our mouths? It’s true though. I especially love it when there are bright colors on the plate (which I’m told means it’s more healthy?), but I’m thinking that just because I put strawberries on top of egg-soaked bread with vanilla and cinnamon covered in syrup, that somehow it didn’t make it more healthy. But you know what? I’m okay with that.
What about you? How do you like your French Toast?
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