Once again it's time for Chelsea Ann Owens' Terrible Poetry Contest! This week our prompt is Big Rock Candy Mountain. When I ain't got no tomorrows when the strings all bust on my banjo I'm gonna change my undershirt an' go to my hunka hunka heaven on dirt. It's paradise, hell yes it is … Continue reading Hunka-Hunka
It's time for Friday Fictioneers again! This week, our photo prompt is the image above, by © J Hardy Carroll. ℵ It could be worse. At least there is a toilet and The People bring me food and water. Sometimes, The Man comes alone. I don't like what he makes me do, but all I … Continue reading The Man
It's the Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest #52, hosted by Chelsea Ann Owens This time our prompt is the word birth. I've a birthmark upon nose and in the dark it glows I want to remove it but the doctors say screw it for when my nose runs I'll know where it goes!
This week at Friday Fictioneers, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (of Addicted to Purple fame), has chosen the image above by Roger Bultot, as our writing prompt. We're to use 100 words or less. ℵ Ariella gazed at Temple Beth Emet and savored the old familiar feelings it stirred. She recalled that wonderful Saturday morning, twenty-some years ago … Continue reading The Wonderful Saturday
It's time for Friday Fictioneers! This week's the prompt is the image below. I used exactly 100 words. ℵ Halfway into the kitchen, Melanie stopped short as if she'd hit a wall. "Good Gawd!" Overcome by the rancid stench, she covered her nose and mouth and backtracked into her bedroom. "This has gotta stop!” Melanie … Continue reading Doing-in the Dishes
It is time once again for Chelsea Ann Owens' Weekly Terrible Writing Contest. This week's prompt is the word fifty, and the entire mess poem must be exactly 50 words. ~~ Now I'm gonna write a poem in exactly 50 words. I cannot think of anything. Hey look! Outside there's birds! What's that falling from … Continue reading I’m Gonna
Come here, my poet, and prepare to enter the Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest #49! The topic is Hallowe'en. O, what shall I be for Hallowe'en? A monster, a princess or a Lima bean? With pumpkins carved and burning bright if one tips over the porch will ignite. Trick-or-treaters won't come if the house is on … Continue reading Simplicity