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Daily Prompt: The Natural World

Daily Prompt: The Natural World

by michelle w. on June 30, 2013

Describe your first memorable experience exploring and spending time in nature. Were you in awe? Or were you not impressed? Would you rather spend time in the forest or the city?


I love being in the country. I love lakes, oceans, parks, flowers, trees. Ah, trees. My first love is the forest. Beautiful, peaceful, serene, comforting, the forest is all this and more to me. And if I can get a small quiet lake in the forest. Perfection in nature!

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As a kid, me and my brother and sister used to spend our summers ‘up north’. That was in upper Wisconsin. I loved it! It was a time that I didn’t have to worry about anything, wasn’t stressed, wasn’t complained about. It was as near  to perfect as I have ever experienced than or now. I wish a million times I could go back to those summers of peace.

My parents owned a place on the water. We had a small boat and a pier and could go fishing anytime we wanted. I used to like to row out and just watch nature in it’s own habitat. In times of chaos and stress I still like to sit on a pier and let Mother Nature soothe my soul.

Below is a picture of the Flowage we would spend summer on vacations.


I remember hearing the loons at dawn when the early morning fog was still lingering on top of the water. Most people think the loon call is lonesome or scary. I thought it was beautiful and would listen and dream wonderful dreams.


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This video is not from Wisconsin loons but they sound the same. This will give you an idea of what I heard on those early mornings or nights when I would sit on the pier and listen to the loons. Isn’t it awe inspiring?



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Friday Fictioneers ~~ June 28

I’m going to skip any chatter today and go right to the good stuff. Well except to thank Rochelle Wisoff-Fields once again for hosting. And to let you know you can click on her name and that will take you to her blog where you can read about the few rules we have. Also you can scroll down on Rochelle’s blog till you meet the blue critter, then click on him and from there you can read lots of other great stories based on the same picture. Go there. Now! 😉


Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and an end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)


Make every word count.

copyright - Indira  (follow the link to her first FF story) by way of Scott Vanatter
Copyright – Indira (follow the link to her first FF story) by way of Scott Vanatter


Genre- General Fiction (100 words)

He stopped running, bending he breathed in big gulps of air. Racing heart,  sweat running down his face he noticed things getting blurry.

No! He refused to lose focus.  Chest heaving, shins burning, he straightened and started running again.

Almost tripping he managed to keep running. He had to get there! He was not quitting! Lungs burning, he noticed the bus that passed, almost in slow motion.

Brushing the sweat out of his eyes, he kept moving. It was a matter of pride now.

Wife bet him he couldn’t run to the corner and back. Show her who was out of shape!


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Wednesday Comics ~~ Sam and Me

Hello again from Sam and the gang! First let me say thank you for those who voted in my poll the other day. If you haven’t read that post you can find it here. It seems the majority wants to read more about my life.

Oh you poor misguided readers. But to show you I listen to my readers I will be posting some more about me and Mi Vida Loca! So be prepared and please remember you asked for it. Bwahahahaha.

Today’s strip is about my cat Pouncer. To say she is a princess is being kind. She’s more like “THE QUEEN”. I say that with love. She is a very finicky eater. Pouncer will only eat one kind of cat food. Purina’s Cat Chow for Inside Cats.

Now since I have two cats, Notwen and Pouncer, and since these cats are Big Cats, I have an automatic feeder for them. You know the kind. You fill the top and let gravity fill the bowl. Well sometimes the cats have to kind of dig the food down. Notwen does it no problem. I have yet to see Pouncer do it.

In fact, I have known her to lay by the feeder till Notwen comes along and she tells him to dig some down for her. She refuses to do it. Sometimes she lies there for a very long time! As Notwen is a lazy cat and loves to sleep. At times Sam will sit by her and look at her then look at the feeder. This is the conversation I swear they are having with each other!

(C) JLPhillips 2013
(C) JLPhillips 2013


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Daily Prompt: Morality Play

Daily Prompt: Morality Play

by michelle w. on June 24, 2013

Where do your morals come from — your family? Your faith? Your philosophical worldview? How do you deal with those who don’t share them, or derive them from a different source?


Where do my morals come from? Now that is a great question! Yet, I had to think about it for a few minutes. Where DO my morals come from?

I do have morals. I have quite a few actually. But, let’s first look at the word itself. Morals, what does the word mean?

According to Wikipedia the definition is:

moral (from Latin morālis) is a message conveyed or a lesson to be learned from a story or event. The moral may be left to the hearer, reader or viewer to determine for themselves, or may be explicitly encapsulated in a maxim.

From the Merriam-Webster online dictionary it is:

a : of or relating to principles of right and wrong in behavior :ethical <moral judgments>

: expressing or teaching a conception of right behavior <a moral poem>

c : conforming to a standard of right behavior

d : sanctioned by or operative on one’s conscience or ethical judgment <a moral obligation>

e : capable of right and wrong action <a moral agent>

: probable though not proved : virtual <a moral certainty>
: perceptual or psychological rather than tangible or practical in nature or effect <a moral victory> <moral support>
(C) JLPhillips 2013
(C) JLPhillips 2013


Where did I learn these morals from? Some I suppose came from my parents. My parents were/are hard-working, honest people. They tried to distill that in their children. It took with some, not so much with others. Needless to say a few of my siblings have questionable morals. Hey, I only speak the truth.

Some of my morals came from just living life. I’ve been away from ‘home’ since I was 20. I’ve moved around a bit, lived in different states and now a different country. I’ve been in different personal relationships, one that was with a person with no distinguishing  morals. If there is but one thing I learned from that relationship is what having no morals is something I can’t and won’t put up with. I did for more years than I should have with my ex. He taught me that having morals is a good thing, simply because he had none.

I have had some great friendships in my life. With people who were good people. They had big hearts, open minds, and great morals. They taught me to forgive people who have hurt me, to love myself, and to trust again. I can never repay those few friends who stood by me in my time of utter chaos and pain. They not only fed my heart, sometimes they literally fed my body. I would have been living on the streets starving if not for those few great friends.

I don’t lie, steal or cheat others. I don’t try to gain advantage from some others disadvantage. Have I done some things in the past that I regret? Yes, of course I have. Have I said things in the past intent on hurting someone? Again, yes I have. I’m far from perfect, but I try to change my ways for the better every day. Now I’m honest to people even if it means I don’t shine in a very positive light.

I am always an ongoing project. I will be till the day I die, then I hope to come back and try it again.

As for people who have different morals than me. Depends on the morals of that person, or lack of. I don’t deal with people who I think are liars, cheats or low lives. I try not to deal with negative people. They tend to depress me and to drain me. If someone lies to me, I will give them the benefit of the doubt, once. A second time, I will write them out of my life. Period. I don’t have time for liars, thieves or people who are constantly critical.  I got enough of that growing up, I don’t need it now.

Different cultures have different morals I think. But the basics should always be there. Don’t kill, don’t lie and don’t steal and be kind to animals.  Smaller ones we can work out. Not everyone is going to be my cup of tea. I’m not going to be everyone’s. That is life. We can all get along if we tried to communicate instead of just act out. Simple? Yes, yet very complicated. If we can meet on the basics, the rest will follow.

So I guess the answer to the morality question for me is, I was taught morals from different areas. Parents, friends, and life. Mostly from life though I would have to say. I have lived life to the fullest so far. I’m thinking the best is yet to come. I’m ready for it. To learn, to laugh, to love.

My morals come from being honest, loving, and forgiving myself when I fail. They come from just using good old common sense. If something is going to hurt someone or myself for no great reason, don’t do/say it.

I’m not a religious person. I simply see things as being hurtful or helpful. I believe in the spirit of love and light. And with that, may love and light always be yours.






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Daily Prompt: Island of Misfit Posts

Daily Prompt: Island of Misfit Posts

by michelle w. on June 23, 2013

We all have something we’d like to write about, but that doesn’t really “fit” our blog. Write it anyway.


Well this made for interesting thinking this Sunday morning. I have lots I’ve thought about writing here but then discarded it. As most of my readers know, my blog is mostly for my fiction writing with some stories about my life thrown in the mix.

I don’t talk about “hot” topics. You know the ones, religion, politics, etc. I’m not the type of person who can stir the shit pot just to see what will float to the top. I don’t like arguments.


But I have thought fleetingly about book reviews, or what I’ve learned so far in the writing world. I couldn’t do movie reviews as I don’t watch movies. I don’t keep up with the TV. I don’t keep up with celebrities. (I think I need to get out more!)

I could give a painting lesson. Nah, this isn’t the blog for that, you guys don’t want to learn crafts. You want to read something interesting, or funny, or preferably both. Unfortunately I’m not very funny when I write. Just not sure how to do it. I’ll leave that to the bloggers who ARE funny.

Well that doesn’t leave much does it? Hmm, (light bulb going off over my head!!) I know what I will do. I will do a poll post!!

Yes, that’s what I’m going to do. I hope dear readers that you will join me in this fun little jaunt away from the norm here. Please vote in the poll!



For those of you who would like to make your suggestions privately on what you want to see on my blog I have added a contact form. Don’t be shy. Let me know, I’m truly interested.


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Friday Fictioneers ~~ June 21, 2013


Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and an end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)


Make every word count.

Another fine edition of Friday Fictioneers. It might be a bit wet, but look around that please. We here in Southern Alberta have lots of flooding. It seems it’s our turn for Mother Nature’s wrath. I’m lucky to have my place on high ground. Others are not that lucky. My good thoughts go out to all those thousands upon thousands of people around here who are flooded or about to be. The rivers haven’t even reached their crest yet. I’m afraid the worse is yet to come.

If you are interested in joining us on Friday Fictioneers, please click on Rochelle’s name and read the few rules we try to go by. If you just want to read some fantastic flash fiction click on her name then scroll down to the cute little blue critter and click on him. He will take you to the land of Oz. Really. Well ok, to the land of great writers. Better?

Here is this week’s picture:

copyright -Managua Gunn
copyright -Managua Gunn


I always wondered what went through these guy’s minds as they stand guard so stoically. This is my tongue in cheek look at it.


Genre: Humor (99 words)

My nose itches, I wonder if I should scratch it?

Better not, brass might be watching. 

Hey that cloud looks like a Zebra! No, more like a white horse.

I wonder if I fell asleep standing here if I would fall on my bayonet? 

Oh God here comes another group of tourists. They will try to make me smile, they always do.

The water looks so blue today. Wish I was there to enjoy it. Eh, I have work to do, if you wanna call this work.

 Now I gots a cramp in me leg. It’ll be good to get off and have a beer. Now I’m thirsty!

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Wednesday Comics ~~ Sam and Me

I finally got my patio set outside and set up. I have four chairs and each chair has 2 cushions, for the back and the seat. I bring the cushions in every night and set them in a big pile in my mudroom. It rains here almost every night and that’s why I bring them in.

Sam seems to think the cushions are his throne. Now the cushions are piled pretty high and Sam is not much of a jumper. He sleeps with me at night and I have to lift him to set him in bed because he can’t jump that high. The top of the cushion heap is almost as high as the top of my bed. So I have no idea how he gets up there. I’ve tried to watch and see but if I’m watching he won’t go up there. But if I turn my back for just a second….Poof! There he is on top!

He reminds me of the old kids story of the Princess and the Pea. I tried to get a picture but he jumps down when I try. The little stinker. So this is my interpretation of his “Prince and the Pea”.


(C) JLPhillips 2013
(C) JLPhillips 2013


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Daily Prompt: Singin’ in the Rain

Safe inside, toasty warm, while water pitter-patters on the roof… describe your perfect, rainy afternoon

This is the daily prompt for today. I love rain. Rain showers, thunderstorms, gentle rain, the kind of rain that sounds like a waterfall is flowing over your house. I just love rain.

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Via Tumblr

I remember when I was young and the warm summer rains. The kids in the neighborhood would come out and play and dance in the rain. I would go off by myself and lift my face and arms to the rain and laugh with joy.  The perfect rainy day in my youth.

Then there were the rainy days as I grew older. My days were chaotic and full of darkness and pain.  On rainy days I would sit and watch the drops through my window. Those rainy days gave me peace and a feeling of being cleansed of the pain in my soul. I never saw them as dark or dreary. They were full of life and the pureness of a new beginning. They were healing rains.

Copywrite Randy Olson
Copyright Randy Olson

Then there is my favorite kind of rains. The thunderstorms. Wild, exciting, heart pumping storms. These make me feel energized, full of power and promise. The more wild the storm the more assured and positive I become. I love them! These storms I watched from inside my home with eyes wide open in excitement, breath held in awe of the beauty. These days are perfect days for me.

Of course I can’t forget the nourishing gentle rain. The kind that lasts all day but is always gentle and soft. I love to walk in this rain down country pathways. Slowly getting soaked from its caressing drops. I smile even as the rain drops mix with my tears. These rains softly rinse my heart and soul from all my worries and stress. I walk out of these rains with a renewed sense of myself. A feeling of ‘everything will be all right’ sets in my heart and I smile after the tears.

After the rains come the rainbow. A joy to behold. It shows me that the rain is full of color and hope. I say farewell to the rains at this time, till we meet again and I can dance, sing, walk, cry and smile with your drops on my skin. That is a perfect ending to any rainy day.

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Friday Fictioneers ~~ June 14, 2013

Hello everyone! Welcome again to another Friday, and of course Friday Fictioneers. I appreciate any and all comments.

I would like to apologize if I haven’t visited your blog lately and read your stories on Friday Fictioneers. Life has been pretty busy. I have tried to visit some of you that I haven’t before, or haven’t seen in a while. I do have my favorites that I visit every week (Shhhh, don’t tell anyone, but YOU are my favorite) 🙂

There are so many of us now on FF’s that it makes it difficult to visit each and every one of you. I want to visit all of you, but I just can’t. So please forgive my rudeness.

With that said, anyone who reads this is more than welcome to join us! Or if you just want some awesome stories to read please click on our gracious hostess, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields name and you will be whisked away to her blog and there you can read the few rules we have, or scroll down till you meet the blue critter. Click on him and he will take you on a journey to the land of wonderful stories. Now off we go!


Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and an end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)


Make every word count.

Copyright -John Nixon
Copyright -John Nixon

Genre: General Fiction (99 words)



Rollo tried calling out once more but  it was no use. The sound stage was empty. Would be for the week.

He had snuck in after closing Friday. He had thought earlier that day this would be the perfect hiding place. Now he was stuck.

His manager kept telling him, “Rollo it’s going to be the death of you!”

He was tired of having it stolen all the time, so he hid it. Now he was stuck trying to retrieve it.


He could smell it, almost taste it.

Gave a whole new meaning to ‘Death by chocolate’.




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Wednesday Comics ~~ Sam and Me

Something happened the other day that was comical yet a bit scary at the same time. Sam met up with a huge hawk!

We were in the back yard enjoying a bit of sunshine. Which this spring is unusual since it has rained almost every day for a couple of weeks.

I knew we had hawks around as I have seen them several times. This time the biggest hawk got just a tad too close to Sam for mine and especially his comfort! My Sam is little. He looks like a black and white rabbit from a distance. I think that’s what this hawk thought too!

When that hawk got a bit too close to Sam the look on his face was priceless! Scared and fascinated at the same time. I was a bit shocked that it got that close. Now I go out with Sam, just being careful you know. Anyway, the hawk in the comic is not that good as I’m still learning this program I have to make my comic strip. So please use your imagination on the hawk. 😉

I’m sure in Sam’s mind it was just this scary looking! Ha-ha!

(c) JLPhillps
(c) JLPhillps


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Friday Fictioneers ~ June 7, 2013

Another week has just flown by. It’s Friday Fictioneers time again my friends. Please join us if you want to experience a writing challenge that truly tests your ability. Just click on our guiding hand of a leader ~~ Rochelle Wisoff-Fields name and you will be taken to her blog where you can read the few rules we follow (or not). If you just want to read what other great stories are written about the same picture, click on Rochelle’s name and then scroll down till you meet a cute little blue critter. Click on him and you will find yourself faced with a roster of great talent! Have fun and enjoy the ride.


Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and an end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)


Make every word count.

This week’s picture:

Copyright – EL Appleby
Copyright – EL Appleby


Genre: The future if we are not careful (100 words)

Two men stood before the strange creature, clipboards in hand.

“The parents were?”


“How old is it?

Six months

“You only fed the parents genetically modified crops?”

Yes and the offspring

“Should we report it?”

No. We have orders from Monsanto big wigs to continue with project and say nothing.

“Aren’t these same crops being sold to the public?”

In limited areas, yes.

 Newspaper headline the next day:

‘Baby born in America with the head of a bird and the tail of a cat. Doctors don’t know the cause of this phenomenon just yet. Baby is healthy and chirping.’


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Wednesday Comics ~ Sam and Me

Another edition of Wednesday comics featuring my favorite dog…. Sam!

In this one we are visiting Sam’s new vet. She is a very nice lady who clearly loves animals. She’s young and easy to talk to and she listens to me and Sam. Sam actually likes her. Our last vet did not meet our requirements. Both Sam and I are very picky on who gets to examine him. 😉

My groomer and I discussed putting Sam on a sedative when it’s time to get him groomed. He is just so out of control that she is afraid she will inadvertently hurt Sam. He cries and yips like he is being tortured when it’s grooming time. Sam works himself up so much he makes himself sick.

I made an appointment to take Sam to this new vet to get his nails clipped and talk about a sedative. My groomer is a fantastic lady but she couldn’t get Sam to calm down enough to let her clip his nails. Believe me it takes at least 2 – 3 people to hold down this 10 pound dog to get it done. Even with me he is not manageable. He is a tiny bit better with  me because he knows I won’t hurt him, but his fear is so  great that he just goes crazy.

I, of course explained this to the Vet as she is examining him. Sam is being an angel. But wait!

She takes him in the back so an assistant can help her clip his nails. He is quiet and docile. I go to the front to pay the bill and all of a sudden I hear these terrible howls and yips!! I hear Sam!! Is he being beat??? Tortured??? Kicked???? Nope. None of the above.

The young lady at the counter jumps in her seat and smiles nervously at me. I feel sorry for her. I smile reassuringly back and calmly pay the bill.

A few minutes later the Vet comes leading a tail wagging, tongue lagging Sam. She looks at me and says “He started yelping before I even touched him!”

I nodded and told her I figured that. It is what he does to Tammy the groomer. She hands me Sam’s leash and a small vial with a couple of pills in them. They are the sedatives. She understands the situation now completely. She explains how much and when to give Sam the pills. She says he is super healthy and shouldn’t have any problems with them.

For a little dog, Sam delivers a big punch. So to speak. Hopefully with these pills the groomer will be able to do her thing and Sam will be off in la la land chasing butterflies. 🙂

We shall see in July when he is scheduled to be groomed again.

Sam at the Vets
(c)JLPhillips 2013

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