How Was I Suppose to Know ~~~ A Poem

 

How Was I Suppose to Know

 

How was I suppose to know that time was not unlimited?

That the sands in my hourglass sifted through my fingers,

As I played with life, never living it as I should have.

 

How was I suppose to know that love was fleeting?

When that love was given time and again to the wrong people,

And never to be received back.

 

How was I suppose to know that looking back was a danger?

As it made me sad, depressed and ashamed in myself,

For not giving all I had to my life to save my soul.

 

How was I suppose to know that regrets are like knives in the heart?

It’s too late to make those moments count,

Not only to yourself but to others.

 

How was I suppose to know that dreams are made to happen?

Only if you keep them in sight as you walk toward them,

Not when you forget them as you drift through life.

 

How was I suppose to know that all these things would make me ponder?

So I will work towards those dreams and forget about regrets.

As I have some time left and I’m not dead yet.

 

 

 

The Mannequin Challenge ~~ My Way

I’m sure by now most of you have heard about the “Mannequin Challenge”. That’s where a bunch of people get together and create a scene to be filmed where they stand still like mannequins.

Well, I decided to have a bit of fun and show you pictures of my interpretation of this challenge. Just for fun. Unfortunately, it won’t be in video form but you’ll get the drift. I think we could all use a bit of fun lately, don’t you?

Here we go!

 

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How about doing your own Mannequin challenge?

 

 

 

Tuesday is Challenge Day!

Hello, People!

Hope everyone had a nice and safe weekend. For today’s challenge, I found a picture to write a one hundred word story about. If you want to join me, please feel free to do so!

 

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The Punishment (102 words, I couldn’t resist the last two words. ha!)

 

“Come on, Ethel! Move faster!”

“I can’t! My knees are giving out.”

“If we don’t move faster, they’ll put more bricks in the box!”

“I’m doing the best I can, Ed. If you weren’t so damn argumentative we wouldn’t be in this situation!”

“I didn’t think he would be so uncivil about things.  So just keep movin’, Ethel”

“My knees are never going to be the same.”

“Could be worse, Ethel. The last man who argued with him had to clean out the sewers in nothing but his underwear.”

“Maybe this will teach you that you can’t argue with politicians.”

“Damn Trump!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

WordPress Photo Challenge ~~~ Serenity

For this photo challenge, publish an image that conveys serenity.

The following pictures convey serenity to me. Mother Nature, animals and good coffee.

 

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Weekly Writing Challenge: 1,000 Words ~~ Juanita’s Joy

This weeks WordPress weekly writing challenge: We are to take one picture and write 1000 words about the picture. The one I chose is below. Why did I choose this one? Because it’s bright, cheerful and full of color. And it was challenging trying to figure out what I would write.

I did come up with a short story, I hope you enjoy.

Source: Cheri Lucas Rowlands
Source: Cheri Lucas Rowlands

 

Juanita trudged up another hill, carrying her paints and brushes in sack over her back. No one seemed to know Juanita’s exact age, not even Juanita herself. She had been orphaned at a very early age, left to fend for herself in a hard climate, sparsely populated.

Today her gray hair was swept back in a ponytail, her clothes ragged but clean. Her face lined by the harsh sun until you couldn’t distinguish one line from another. Her toothless mouth wide in a smile of pure joy. She loved her life, hard as it was. She knew nothing else, so was content with what  she had.

She taught herself to paint  early in life after she found a few used brushes and paints behind a small shop. Years passed and she became better and better at her chosen work. She sold a few paintings to the frequent tourists to provide food, clothing and her precious paints and brushes.

One day she saw an old abandoned building, sitting alone and forgotten. In her mind, she saw a blank canvas, a beginning of something beautiful. So she started her painting. She loved her old town, the people in it as they had been kind to her all her life. She wanted to give something back and all she had were her paints and her imagination.

She wanted to give the old building life again. With her vivid blues, reds, yellows, greens and purples she painted from sunrise to sunset. Soon the townspeople began to come and watch her paint. They would drop off pitchers of water and baskets of food.

They watched her paint and sometimes heard her sing softly to herself as she painted life into something that was left for dead. That building even got a new person to live in it, as Juanita painted a man in the window content with his work.

When someone saw she had run out of a certain color, a new jar or tube would show up on the doorstep the next morning when she trudged up that hill to the building. Juanita would just smile, and continue with her work.  Her painting was the talk of the town and they would ask the other, “Have you seen what old Juanita is doing to that old building? It is a work of beauty!”

Juanita painted what she knew about life, what she enjoyed. Her neighbors plowing their fields in the hot sun. Ribbons the color of the rainbow gently swaying in the wind. Oxen and cactus and the rare flowers of the desert. She painted them all in a mural that was a beacon to everyone who came through her town.

The townspeople began calling the building “Juanita’s  Joy.”

One day someone noticed Juanita did not show up to paint on her building. They got some friends together and went looking for the old woman. They found her in her old ramshackle hut. The town doctor said she died peacefully in her sleep. The always joyous heart, giving out as she slept.

They gave her a fine funeral, buried her under a large tree near her beloved painted building. The whole town mourned a quiet woman who always looked at life with eyes full of color. The owner of the old building donated it to the town in Juanita’s name. They put her paintings inside for all to see and it was run as a gallery for young and old artists.

One day a beautiful sign showed up on the building.

Juanita’s Joy

A place for all to enjoy beauty in all its glorious colors

 

 

 

 

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Object

In this week’s photo challenge, we are  to use one tangible object as both our inspiration and subject. This one was a challenge for me, that’s for sure! I’m not the best photo taker and I wasn’t sure what I should do with this. But I promised myself I would do things on my blog this year that I usually don’t do and these photo challenges are a part of that.

These photos are of a beautiful crystal cross that a very good friend of mine gave me years ago. I’m not a religious person, but I’m very spiritual. She gave me this cross as a gift because she said the crystals would protect me. I believe they have through the years. The pictures aren’t the best as I just have a cheap digital camera. The cross really is beautiful and I’m afraid I didn’t do it justice.

I put the cross on different backgrounds with different colors to try to capture some of its beauty. As I said, I’m not a picture taker.

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Friday Fictioneers ~~ Jan 31, 2014

Hello people!

Welcome to my blog, my home away from home. No, wait a minute, that should be my ‘other’ home. Because I am home, but on the computer (where I usually am) so this is my other home. Confused yet? No? I’ll have to try harder next time. Ha-ha!

Well, it’s time for some fun Friday Fictioneer time again. I want to thank our hostess who is ever so clever, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, she puts up with all of us every week. If you want to read other great stories just give Rochelle’s name a click and enjoy!

Now on with the show!

Copyright -Claire Fuller
Copyright -Claire Fuller

 

 

Genre: Fiction (100 words)

No one was around, too early for the first shift of workers. Walking  to the back side of the building Margot crouched down and lifted something from the bushes.

As she strode to the left corner of the shop she hit her arm against the building and fell to her knees in pain.

Her bandaged arm was bleeding again where the hand used to be. Biting her lip, she staggered up and continued. They refused her compensation for her loss, said she had been careless. Then they fired her.

A quiet whoosh sounded as she dropped the match on the gas and walked away.

 

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Juxtaposition

Hello people! Hope everyone is having an amazing weekend.

I’m not a photographer by any means, but I love to take pictures. This weeks Weekly Photo Challenge is: Juxtaposition. 

“A juxtaposition is “the act of placing things side by side, especially for the purpose of comparison or contrast”

Here’s my input on this weeks photo challenge. Hope you enjoy!

This one is a bright rainbow I captured behind our house in the midst of a dark stormy sky.

(c) JLPhillips 2013
(c) JLPhillips 2013

My little dog Sam and the bigger cat Pouncer sharing the same space and sunshine. These two sharing the same spot at the same time is a rare occurrence! I just had to capture it.

(c) JLPhillips 2013
(c) JLPhillips 2013

 

This last one is a tree that was in our backyard. It was covered with frost and I loved how it looked against the bright blue winter sky.

(c)JLPhillips 2013
(c)JLPhillips 2013

 

 

 

 

 

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Friday Fictioneers ~~ Jan 24, 2014

Hello people! It’s time for that all time favorite activity, Friday Fictioneers! Come join the fun, either reading or writing. Rochelle is our hostess every week and she does a great job. Click on her name and find out what all the fuss is about.

Go here to read other great stories.

This week’s picture prompt is:

Copyright – Björn Rudberg
Copyright – Björn Rudberg

Genre: General Fiction (100 words)

Twenty years he spent on this mountain top. In a ramshackle house with a run down barn.

Today was the day he was leaving. He couldn’t take it anymore. Living like this, barely eating, hardly surviving.

Twenty years must be enough for people to forget.  He had been young, foolish, quick-tempered. Now he was tired and worn down.

For days he walked till he came upon the town. Two men approached him. He felt no fear as they blocked his way.

“We heard you were back old man.”

He just stared at a younger version of himself.

“Come along. Ma’s been waiting long enough.”

Friday Fictioneers ~~ Jan 3, 2014

Hello people! A new year begins with a whole year of the Friday Fictioneers to look forward to!

I hope everyone had a wonderful New Year’s eve and rocked in the New Year like you wanted. Now today is for relaxing and getting ready to tackle this brand new, sparkly new year the way YOU want to! That’s what I’m doing.

Anyway, most of you know the drill by now, but if I have any new readers, Friday Fictioneers is where a bunch of very talented writers get together every Friday (it actually starts on Wednesdays)  to write a 100 word story based on a picture that some kind soul lets us borrow. One picture, lots of writers writing stories based from the same picture. What you get is a wide range of stories that will make you smile, cry, laugh, shudder (in fear), gasp, shake your head at, and marvel that so many stories can come from one source.

Thanks go out to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for being the kind and benevolent hostess that she is. If anyone is interested in joining us, please click on her name and read her blog for the few rules we go by. If you just want to read many great story tellers, again click on her name and scroll down to the little blue guy and click on him and then read to your heart’s content.

THE CHALLENGE:

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

THE KEY:

Make every word count.

The picture this week is from Rochelle’s daughter-in-law. It’s Rochelle’s grandchild and the dog actually climbs the tree! I believe her as I had a dog who loved to climb trees too. Then she would jump onto the roof of the house and that’s when I would have to rescue her. She could climb trees and come down from trees, but once she was on the roof (one big tree was close to the house) she was helpless. But she was on the small size and would jump right down into my arms. I miss that dog!

dog in tree

 

 

 

Genre: Literary Fiction (100 words)

“Hey Ralph! Can you see it yet?”

“Not so loud! Your mom will hear!”

“Nah, she’s busy with the laundry.”

“She would freak if she knew how well you really talk.”

“Like she wouldn’t freak if she found out her dog talks?”

“Adults don’t hear us animals talk, only special kids do.”

“Well do you see it yet?”

“All I see is the neighbors crazy cat talking to a scared looking mouse.”

“At least he’s just talking.”

“I see it!”

“FedEx is here! Grandma said she was sending me a new toy bike! It’s here!”

“I’m coming down!”

“Hurry up!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Friday Fictioneers ~~ Dec 20, 2013

What time is it folks? It’s Friday Fictioneers time! I want to thank Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for doing such a wonderful job overseeing all of us. I also want to wish everyone in Friday Fictioneers a wonderful Merry Christmas! Of course I can’t leave out my faithful readers. I want to wish you and yours a Merry Christmas and I hope Santa brings you something extra special this year.

I’ve been in Friday Fictioneers about a year now, maybe a tiny bit longer and I have learned so much from these super fantastic writers. It’s been a great time and I look forward to another year with you all!

Now if anyone wants to join us, please do! Just click on Rochelle’s name up yonder and go visit her blog and see the few rules we usually follow. If you just want some great reading, again click on Rochelle’s name, then scroll down till you meet a little blue critter, click on him and take your pick of wonderful stories to read, all based from the same photo. Have fun either way!

THE CHALLENGE:

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

THE KEY:

Make every word count.

Copyright- Jean L. Hays
Copyright- Jean L. Hays

Genre: Literary Fiction (100 words)

Linda looked upon the stained glass dolphin and smiled. Her mind took her back a year ago today.

He was 85, but that didn’t diminish his joy at finally realizing his dream of swimming with the dolphins. He couldn’t do it like he really wanted, just stood in the pool and petted the dolphin. But it was more than enough for him.

Smiling his big dimpled smile he gazed up at his daughter and mouthed, “Thank you!”

Two days later he died. Massive heart attack. He died a happy man. Linda smiled once more as tears flowed, she whispered, “You’re welcome Dad.”

Friday Fictioneers ~~ Dec 13, 2013

Ah, Friday again and Friday the 13th no less! I’ve always enjoyed Friday the 13’s, they have been pretty lucky for me (I need to remember to play the lottery today).

But for this Friday it’s also Friday Fictioneer time! Time for another 100 word challenge. So come join me to read along or to participate, either will do! Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the hostess of course and on her blog you will find the few rules we live by (or not) and also a little blue critter you can click on that will take you to many other great writers who have posted a story based on the same picture.

Enjoy yourself!

 

THE CHALLENGE:

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

THE KEY:

Make every word count.

 

Copyright – Adam Ickes
Copyright – Adam Ickes

 

Genre: Literary Fiction (100 words)

 

The boots stood on the pier in the early morning sunshine. That’s all that was left of her.

People searched for days, weeks, months and never found a trace of anything else.

It was like she was whisked into nothingness, taken right out of those boots.

 

The night before a multi-million dollar jewel went missing from the museum. The theft happened in the middle of the night by an expert burglar. That morning she disappeared, told her husband she was going for her usual morning hike. Nobody connected the two.

Laying in the sun, sipping a Mai Tai, she hummed, “These boots were made for walking.”