Colleen’s Syllabic Poetry Challenge:
Thirsty for success Filled with faith and ambition One step at a time One day I will achieve it All my big dreams will come true

11 Mar 2021 27 Comments
in #ColleensWeeklyPoetryChallenge Tags: #ColleensWeeklyPoetryChallenge, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Eager & Hope, TankaTuesday
Colleen’s Syllabic Poetry Challenge:
Thirsty for success Filled with faith and ambition One step at a time One day I will achieve it All my big dreams will come true

10 Mar 2021 37 Comments
in #onelinerwednesday Tags: #1linerweds, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, one liner challenge
09 Mar 2021 17 Comments
in #ronovansweeklyhaikuchallenge Tags: Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Fool & Bloom, Ronovan's Weekly Haiku Challenge
Ronovaan’s Weekly Haiku challenge:

A flower head blooms The sun makes a fool of it Winter's still not done Ritu 2021

06 Mar 2021 38 Comments
in #SoCS Tags: #SoCS, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Butter, Stream Of Consciousness Saturday
Linda’s #SoCS challenge:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “butter.” Use it as a noun, use it as a verb, use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
You know, this is really cruel, Linda!
I aam on a diet, and one thing I am missing is huge hunks of fresh bread, smothered with delicious butter and jam, or hot toast, a hot cross bun, with a huge knob of butter melting over its toasty surface…
Seriously, stop it.
I’m going to lose my willpower, otherwise.

I said stop it!

05 Mar 2021 37 Comments
in #CarrotRanch Tags: 99 Words, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Carrot Ranch, Flash Fiction, Sweet Potato
Charli’s Carrot Ranch 99-word Flash Fiction prompt!

March 4, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes sweet potatoes. It can be part of a recipe, meal, or used as a nickname. Where do sweet potatoes take you? The grocery store? The garden? Mars? Go where the prompt leads!
Diet Spuds
Sue discovered sweet potatoes on her diet. Her slimming group leader insisted they were better for her than her usual baked spuds.
She gingerly took a knife and sliced open the elongated root vegetable to reveal the flesh’s brilliant orange hue.
Well, this would, at least, bring a little colour to her dull meals.
A sweetness lingered in the air.
She ground a little pepper and added a pinch of salt.
The usual knob of butter called to her from the butter dish, but she ignored it, added a little low-calorie cheese, and took a tentative bite.
Not bad.