Weekend Writing Prompt #32 – Reflection


Prose ChallengeWrite a story in 150 words where a character sees their reflection and is surprised by what they find.


When depression strikes I go off wandering. It takes my mind of things, its exercise and they say exercise is good for the body and the soul.

Today it’s been raining and that suits how I feel. I’ve been harangued for the past two hours about how worthless a human being I am, that I don’t provide, and my children suffer from having me as a father.

I step around the puddle but find a reason to pause for there is a man is looking back at me. I’m puzzled because he looks familiar, but I can’t place him.

I look closer and see he does have a receding hair-line, he is pudgy around the waist, and there are lines on his face that maybe shouldn’t be there.

But his eyes betray a wisdom and a kindness that gives me cause to stay. What can he find to be kind and wise about I wonder?


Written for: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2017/12/09/weekend-writing-prompt-32-reflection/

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#LyricalFictionFriday: “Just Friends” #fictionfriday #marquessachallenge


It makes no sense to be falling…you’ve got her, I’ve got him, should not even be calling…”

Just friends he said looking at her

She curled up on her blanket,

Drew the cover up around her shoulders

The cold swirling around her.

She said friends was all she could be

And looked at him her eyes apologising,

Her manner understanding his disappointment.

They enjoyed their moments together

Their conversation fulfilling

Deep and trustworthy.

But he wasn’t an attraction

She didn’t desire him as he did her

So, this was the sum of it all.


Written for: https://marquessamatthews.com/2017/12/07/marquessachallenge-just-friends/

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Microfiction challenge – The Owls


Image: Hugo Stimberg

Stimberg had thought a study of owls would make for an interesting piece. He employed six and arranged them on a perch above the town’s waste dump. He he had a short window of opportunity as he knew the owls were not likely to co-operate for all that long.

His next appointment was coming over the hill, and he could see that they would be late as one had fallen arse overhead and the other was soon to follow.

The owls were not being helpful at all, and he could see them looking daggers at number 6 who refused to face the right way.

“What’s wrong with you?” asked Number 1.

“It’s the stench,” stated 6.

“Can’t you put all that aside for the moment, Stimberg is paying us top birdseed for this.” replied 2.

“People will think the fumes are us farting,” exclaimed 6.

“Don’t be silly,” said 3, “against the setting sun it could be anything.”

“I don’t want our reputation sullied by any lurid suggestions nor innuendo,” replied 6 who by now was digging in his claws.

“Oh, for goodness sake, grow a beak and look front,” yelled 5 who by now was getting fed up with 6’s antics.

“One more minute,” called Stimberg to the assembled owls, “One more minute and we are done. Birdseed for everyone.”


Stimberg then made a flourish with his brush and announced he was done as two dishevelled boys arrived at the front door.


Written for: https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/2017/12/08/microfiction-challenge-2/

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 16


I refused to do the things that nice, domesticated girls were supposed to do, and spent all my time in my grandfather’s library.

It wasn’t that I was rebellious or anything it was more that I was not interested in growing up trained in domesticity as my mother insisted.

The ritual Monday morning stripping of beds and re-making with starched sheets and tight hospital corners drove me crazy.

Rather I snuck off whenever I could to grandfather’s library and buried myself in his many wonderful texts.

Grandfather had been an engineer, and I was drawn to all things to do with that. He had multiple volumes, and I found myself devouring the ones that dealt with mathematical issues. Alongside that, the physics of engineering fascinated me more and more.

I found there was a corner of his library where I could secrete myself and read to my heart’s content.

My revere would be disturbed by my mother calling and finding me in the library she would regale me with the reasoning why I needed to be schooled in domestic chores as basically, no man would marry me if I wasn’t. My mother couldn’t stand the thought that a daughter of hers would in any way be seen as a potentially failed wife.

My grandfather understood my interest in his library and would sit and explain to me the many questions I fired at him. He also explained to me that in the day and age in which we then lived a woman engineer was not something society would look favourably upon. Maybe he once said to me I should learn hospital corners, just in case.

But when I finished school there was an opportunity for me to go to University and grandfather who had died two years before I finished school had left a sum of money for me to go to University and study Engineering.

Much to my mother’s horror I did just that and graduated top of my class. I found my way in the world difficult as jobs for female Engineers were hard to come by, but I always made an impression when I did work on a project and in time I was recognised as an outstanding Engineering talent.

I did marry eventually, a beautiful man, who like me was drawn to all things mathematical. We started our own business and did so well we were able to employ servants who knew how to fold the perfect hospital corner.


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TELL ME A TALE IN 120 WORDS – December 2017


 Today’s prompt is:  Your worst Christmas.

In 2012 my father had not long died before Christmas arrived. My children thinking, I needed all the help I could get in establishing myself in my father’s old house had earlier given me a new dinner set, so all the plates we ate from were the same.

When Christmas Day came by, they arrived with a large box.

Inside was every sort of Tupperware you could imagine. Yes, they had gift-wrapped the box but not the contents, thank goodness.

They explained that since I was reluctant to say what I wanted they were quite prepared to give me a ‘dumb arse’ gift.

Tupperware is useful, but I have since made every attempt to give them suggestions.


Written for: https://rantingalong.wordpress.com/2017/12/07/joelles-tales-first-thursday-of-the-month-tmat120-writing-prompt-for-december/

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December 7: Flash Fiction Challenge – Drama Performance


December 7, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write that features a performance. You can interpret what is a performance any way the prompt leads you.

My senior drama students faced a final performance exam presided over by visiting examiners.

Scott and I rehearsed for months, refining his character and his performance. He worried over every detail, and there was nothing we hadn’t rehearsed.

Exam day arrived, and the performances were under the control of the examiners, I could only sit and watch.

A nervous Scott went into his performance. Half way through he forgot his lines. The look on his face was devastating. He looked at me, but I was powerless to help him. He stumbled defeated to the end and left in tears.


Written for: https://carrotranch.com/2017/12/07/december-7-flash-fiction-challenge/

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Same Sex Marriage Becomes Law in Australia

Today was a momentous day in our history as our Federal Parliament voted in Same-Sex Marriage.

At last, equality is achieved after a long struggle.

Below are artworks my son Lucas has done and which may appear in one of our national newspapers.

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