Writing Challenge – A to Z Photo Prompt Challenge


I have been glancing around the interwebs searching for the old #Flashfiction sites I used to contribute regularly to a couple of years ago — you know, before kids and jobs getting me down.  I now find myself trying to find time to write and be inspired on a daily basis (whenever possible) – because I still have that family, and job, but would also like to carve off a little time for little ol’ me.

So I’m going to challenge myself to write almost daily using a photo prompt based on the letters of the alphabet.  I’m going to do a google image search for a word starting with the letter of the day and go from there.  The stories I hope to keep them around 200-500 words.   Thanks for following me on my journey.  Please share, comment or just enjoy.



Better late… #55wordchallenge winning entry from last week

So… I was away for a little vacation last weekend and when I returned, guess what?

I actually won something.

I know.  To some it may seem silly, but I’ve never won one of these Flash Fiction contests since I started writing for them a while ago.  Needless to say, I get to finally post one of those fancy, shmancy winner badges on my blog now.


55 Word Challenge 

Here’s the photo prompt I used.

And my 55 words to go along with it.


The Seekers

She could hear the sound of footsteps closing in on her hiding spot. Their splish-splash through the puddles echoed off the walls of the claustrophobic alley she’d found.

Staying silent, she crouched further down into the shadows, hoping it would be enough to evade their capture.
Closer. Ever closer they approached.

“Gotcha, Selena! You’re it!”

September Writing Challenge – Windows to the Soul

Here’s my flash for today – Windows to the Soul.

Her eyes had seen too much devastation for what limited time she’d been alive.  Eleven was too young to be subjected to a lifetime of war, famine and strife.  She’d never known peace.  Never known youth and had never known innocence.

Through the course of her very short life, she aspired to bring about the change to her country that would allow those of the next generation to know all the things that she did not.

She died trying to better her world, not for herself, but for all the others living in oppression.

September Writing Challenge – Solace

Here’s today’s flash based on the below image. Enjoy!


Hoodie drawn over her face, she tried to be as inconspicuous as possible.  She wanted to be a wallflower, but her six foot frame seemed to scream her approach to everyone on the street.  People always asked if she played basketball or some other sport relegated to the height-advantaged, but Kayla only wanted to blend into the background and drift off into a world of her own making.

Finally reaching her destination, she shrugged off her sweatshirt, allowing her face and body to be seen by the only things she truly cared about.  Her local library was a solace against the teasing she endured every day at school for being gangly, clumsy and extremely shy.  Here the books didn’t judge her; instead they catapulted her into far off places where she could be the heroine or the damsel in distress.

To Kayla, it didn’t really matter as long as it wasn’t here.

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September Writing Challenge – Freedom


Clutch on to the privilege,

while waiting for someone to steal it away.

Not a flight of fancy,

nor something that is deserved by few.

We often take for granted

all that we have within our grasp.

This day of all days has made us remember

what it really means to be free.


Always remember, never forget – 9/11/01

September Writing Challenge – Second Chances

Here is today’s little bit of flash.


Second Chances

Growing up, I always imagined I could be whatever I wanted.  I could leap tall buildings with a single bound or sing on my favorite variety show or even be the first woman to go to the moon.

I thought I could save the world.

Then I grew up.

Some dreams changed, developed or were dropped because they were simply flights of fancy.  As time marched on, with every passing year, it seemed to take a small chip out of every dream I ever had.  Some years were only fragments, while others were huge chunks that dropped from my soul like soaking wet clothes falling to the ground.

Cynicism reigned supreme after a while, leaving me empty and lost and unsure of if I even had a dream to begin with.

Then the sun rose over my life, giving me a second chance on those dreams.

My children are now the creators of crayon masterpieces and recorder symphonies, but they remind me to dream big every single day.  If not for myself, then for them.  Their wonderfully magical optimism is an infectious disease that I have no desire to remedy.


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