21 Dec 2017
by Ritu
in #WritePhoto, Fiction, Thoughts Opinions & Memories
Tags: #WritePhoto, Barbie and Ken, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Fiction, Photo Prompt, Thaw
Sue’s #WritePhoto Prompt this week:

I thought I’d continue the adventures of Barbie and Ken.
She stood at the bar window, looking out over the snow dusted landscape, wishing it wasn’t melting so fast.
“Babe, it’s a shame you couldn’t sort the snow out… I really wanted a white Christmas this year!” Barbie turned to her long-suffering boyfriend Ken.
“Did you see on Instagram, how much snow the others had in Scotland? And this…sludge… is what we get.” She pouted like a 3-year-old.
Finally sensing a thaw in her icy treatment of him, after the episode last week, when he’d not been waiting for her at the sports bar, rather, he’d left her waiting whislt dreaming of other women, Ken grasped the chance to get back into her good books.
“I’ll just check the weather app on my phone, Babe… Let’s see what we can do.” Ken wandered over to the bar to get himself a pint, and a Prosecco for the lady, and to figure out what to do.
Seriously? She wanted snow now? In the middle of Essex? That idea of the undemanding Sindy as his girlfriend was seriously appealing…
As if the cosmos had been listening, the door to the bar opened and in walked Sindy and her friends. They piled in, bringing a gust of cold wind with them.
Sindy spotted Ken and came rushing over, kissing him on both cheeks. “Hiya Ken darling! How are you? Been let off your leash then, have you?” She winked at him.
He looked over at where Barbie was standing, no longer looking out of the window, but in his direction, the ice forming in her eyes once more, as she surveyed the scene; her man surrounded by ‘bimbos’ and one with her arms slung over his shoulders.
“Er, ha ha, yeah, funny Sind. Listen got to go, drinks are getting warm. See you round!” Ken grabbed his pint and the bubble filled flute and rushed back to his very own Ice Queen…
Sindy watched him retreat, and noticed the look on Barbie’s face… Hmm. Trouble in paradise?
To be continued…

21 Dec 2017
by Ritu
in #Writespiration, Fiction, Sonu Singh, Thoughts Opinions & Memories
Tags: #Writespiration, 52 Word Challenge, All Night, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Cemetery, Flash Fiction, Sacha Black, Sacha De Black, Sherry
Sacha’s #Writespiration prompt this week:
Your challenge is to write your story using the weekly theme/prompt and write it in just 52 words…. EXACTLY, no more, no less.

This week  I want you to write about the night you spent in a cemeteryÂ
That’s the last time I take a bottle with me when going to visit Gran!
She always liked a tipple, so, I brought her favourite drink to the cemetery, where she was buried.
One bottle of sherry plus only one (alive) person drinking = passed out and locked in for the night!
http://sachablack.co.uk/2017/12/20/writespiration-146-52-weeks-in-52-words-week-51/
18 Dec 2017
by Ritu
in #ronovansweeklyhaikuchallenge, Poems, Thoughts Opinions & Memories
Tags: #MicroPoetry, #ronovansweeklyhaikuchallenge, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Challenge, Haiku, Slow & Burn
Lovely Ron with his Haiku Challenge prompt words this week:


Image from Pixabay
Beautiful sunrise
Burning embers of the night
Slowly lighting skies
Ritu 2017
15 Dec 2017
by Ritu
in #CarrotRanch, Fiction, Thoughts Opinions & Memories
Tags: #CarrotRanch, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Charli Mills, Drama, Flash Fiction, Indian Soap Operas, Only In
Charli’s prompt this week:
December 14, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story using the phrase “only in…” It can be used to tell a story about a profession, a place or situation. Go were the prompt leads you.

There were so many possibilities! I wanted to write about things that happen only in my family, or only in school but didn’t want to offend, so I went for a slightly cultural one!!
Drama!!!!!
A knock at the door.
The man looks at his wife, who looks to her mother, who turns to her husband, who looks at his grandchild, who turns back to his father.
The doorbell sounds.
The boy looks at his mother who looks to her father, who looks at his son in law, who turns to his mother in law.
Pounding now.
Repeated looks.
Five minutes later the door is finally opened by the household servant.
A courier stands there with a letter.
Only in an Indian soap opera, does it take a whole episode to answer the door!
https://carrotranch.com/2017/12/14/december-14-flash-fiction-challenge/
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