Scribblings and scrawls of a hopeless romantic soul



Cold Feet

FF 3

His heart trembled like a quake while waiting behind the rusty gate. It took him weeks to muster the courage to come to this place. Beads of sweat trickled down his neck as he calm his nerves for his speech.

“Man up, John. She’s just a new neighbor, a gorgeous one at that. You just have to say ‘Hi!’”

He tried to mumble the words again which always lead to a stammering end. As the clock continued ticking, he became more restless.

On the brink of cold feet, he turned away but heard soft voice from behind, “Are you looking for someone?”

Word Count: 102

Here’s my take for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt.

Friday Fictioneers s a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using 100 words or less.

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The Orb’s Call


I never liked it whenever mom and dad leave me alone with the twins, Ben and Crum. They either make a fool out of me or ignore me completely. Tonight, I played the role of the lone unseen as I watched them engage enemy forces in Berlin, eyes not blinking as if their lives depend on it.

Out of nowhere, probably boredom, I asked, “Did you know that in ancient Greece, cicadas were considered a luxury snack?”

Their eyes blinked as if trying to process if the Black Ops said something about cicadas.

“Hello! Ben and Crum to Earth!” I finally stood in front, blocking their view from the game.

“Troy you weirdo. Go away or I’ll kill you!” screamed Ben in angst.

“Mom says you guys should watch over me, not play Call of Duty.”

“You wouldn’t like that. Move!” shooed Crum.

“What a waste, we should’ve been sitting next to a campfire.”

I ran upstairs and looked out my bedroom window. Fireflies mimicked the stars, twinkling and blinking along the beckoning woods. And there it was, a most unlikely sight, an orb-like thing shinning in emerald light.

“Come deep into the forest if you dare.” it says.

Word Count: 199

This week’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt was quite a challenge. It took me sometime weighing if I should opt for another soliloquy or a short story. Then I finally decided on the latter. 🙂

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Alastair Forbes where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to center around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story.

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Dancing Giants


“Did you know what they say about stonehenges?” Jake asked

“That they’re originally heads of dancing giants?” Dana answered cheerfully

Jake gave a sluggish laugh and led her to the center. “Ha-ha. It could be. But did you know they’re also known as marks to the gateway of the beginning and the end of life? Legend suggests that every 5,000 years, someone attempts to open them and choose either life or death.”

“That’s creepy! What if that someone would choose to end his life—or worse, end somebody else’s life?” her eyes widened in horror

“Should we try? I happen to have inherited the key to open these stonehenges. It was passed from generation to generation, and recently, to me.”

“Shut up Jake!”

He smiled slyly and, in a flash, knelt to the ground, pulled out a small box, and said, “In front of the dancing giants and the gateway to the beginning and end of life, I choose to end my solitary mornings and start my every waking day with you by my side.”

With shaking hands, Dana tried to open the box but found it locked. “Are you kidding me?”

Jake kissed her on the forehead. “I told you I have the key, didn’t I? Now I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”

Tears fell down her cheeks as she beamed to the stonehedges. “Of course it’s a YES. I bet they’re dancing underneath.”

Here’s my take on this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. This week’s photo prompt is provided by The Storyteller’s Abode.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Priceless Joy where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using 150 (+/- 25 words).

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MFtS 2 The team employed the use of Nightshade to get the information they wanted from their captive.

Behind the heap of morning newspapers, periodicals, and journals hides an unlikely little ruckus caused by Ben, Mark, and Drew who seemed to have taken poor Nicholas as their next victim to terrorize.

“Don’t get smart on us Nicholas. Shut your mouth!” Drew growled

“Little Nicky is scared, he’s gonna pee!” teased Ben Continue reading “Oathkeeper”

A chant to the moon and stars


Katie opened the bedroom window. The storm finally broke and the air felt cool and clean. While pockets of mist rose from the ground, rolling clouds drifted past the moon that hung above the trees.

She motioned to her drawer taking out an antique pyramid figure, stones, and a blue rose.

“This is crazy. Oh well… what do I have to lose!” she said scowling

Three minutes later, a soft voice filled the room with words that echoed to the night sky.

Seven stones in a circle
Crescent moon hear my plea
Rose petals in the middle
Oh night stars lead him to me
I pray thee for true love
In the breath of the night
Draw from universe
A perfect love that is right.  

With a sigh of relief, Katie glanced at the window once again. She tucked herself back to bed, her eyes closed with a silent hope for the moon and stars to hear her chant.

Midnight came and the leaves turned from sporadic silver and black as they shimmered in the evening breeze. And in the midst of silence, like those we see in fairytales, silver dust came out of the pyramid and sprinkled over our sleeping  Katie.

Here’s for this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt by Al Forbes. Enjoy more stories here. 🙂

Perfect Spot

MFtS 1

He thought he found the perfect hiding spot,

…and a perfect spot it really is.

His name is Gus but he’s not your ordinary cat. He could still remember the day when he walked into this random yellow door and imposed his stay in the house where a family of five resides— a mother, a father, and three younglings.

But don’t get the wrong idea. Continue reading “Perfect Spot”

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