Scribblings and scrawls of a hopeless romantic soul


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“Wait… what? What the… Shit! Oh shit! Shit! Shit!” Dr. Harry screamed fearfully as his gaze run the length of what now clearly appears to be his rib cage.

“My rib cage,” he blankly said, his eyes still perusing the insidious consequence of last night’s for-the-sake-of-madness experiment, “my hands… my feet… and are those toes?” Dumbfounded and weak, he sat in frustration, his fingers (now phalanges) touching the base of his head. “Great, now I’m touching my skull! What have I done?”

The night faded into day and the last thing he remembered was his 280lbs self standing 5ft 10, drinking a bright ruby red liquid from a vial. For years he has been trying to create the perfect weight-loss formula and last night was his ‘eureka’ night. He, Dr. Harry Sherman, has finally created the ultimate weight-loss solution, Klump.

“And what better way to find if it works than to try it on myself?” he lamented, “Now, how am I supposed to go back to normal?”

Word Count: 167

Here’s for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. Today’s prompt was quite a challenge and I ended up with a movie-based fiction. I hope you all have seen the funny movie, The Nutty Professor.  It’s the first thing that came to mind when I saw the photo. Also, it’s my first time trying to make a funny tale (my hopeless romantic soul cries), so forgive me if it doesn’t tickle! 🙂 🙂

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is a weekly writing challenge  where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using 150 (+/- 25 words). Thanks for the fun prompt, PJ! As always.

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Beautiful Mess


Our Day 6 in Writing 201 is all about Faces, Found Poetry, Chiasmus. I’ve written a lot about faces yet it’s my first time to do a found poetry and chiasmus. I intended to cut pieces from old magazines to make it look arty but I got swamped at work and had no time. Still, all ends well– thanks to Shakespeare and Hardy for letting me borrow their words. These poetry sages never did fail to amaze me. 🙂

Prompt: Faces
Form: Found Poetry
Device: Chiasmus

Fallen Angel


The crack of dawn came inexpressive and the cold weather planted a chill to the spine as Bret, a man in his prime, walked this muted avenue one Sunday morning. The world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown as the trees set pallid hues of decay and began strewing the ground with tawny leaves that now lie thick and sodden underneath his feet. Nature’s death masked with a dramatic display of the autumn beauty, he thought. Continue reading “Fallen Angel”

A Man’s Treasure


The A&B Building was made entirely from driftwood.  Its façade was arranged in edifices that brandish the architect’s bucolic palate.  What he thought to be a lame and irking day with his grandparents turned interesting instead, and Carl couldn’t help but marvel the novelty of the two-story structure before him. Continue reading “A Man’s Treasure”

Lovely Mornings


Saturday dawned with blue skies and the morning sunlight pierced through the curtains as Cheska awakened to the bluebird’s hymn.

Inhaling the faint smell of crumpets and bacon as she opened the bedroom door, she came running down the stairs, straight to the kitchen where she found her mom busying the cutleries. How she loved weekends and waking up to this kind of sight. Continue reading “Lovely Mornings”

Carried Away

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She used to be a summer raindrop pierced by sunbeam
A moist breath wringing the willow reeds
A pattering beat to the calm and silent
A tinkling harp of droplets to the meads Continue reading “Carried Away”

Forever Intertwined


She lived in a mango tree. High up in the leafy branches where years of dreams and promises reside; a pledge of an everlasting love signed and sealed by carvings on a bark.

Everything was perfect– or so she thought. For in an instant, her beautiful world crumbled to an end; in a heartbeat, he was gone. Continue reading “Forever Intertwined”

Cold Feet

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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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MFtS 4

From her small balcony, the witch watched the world go by.

For years, this has been her morning routine. Waiting for the sun to hung just above the trees underneath the blue sky that stretched to the horizon, smelling the faint aroma of summer leaves brought by soft southern winds, and watching mortals waking up to another mundane day. Continue reading “Pistanthrophobia”

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