170 08 August 28th 2016


Alexander’s grandfather had asked for Alexander’s help in locating the family Coat Of Arms that was stolen days earlier.

Alexander questioned the caretakers of the property, but no one had any ideas of who might have stolen the Coat Of Arms.

Alexander was taking a walk on the property and came across a small shed not far from the main house.  As he got closer to it he heard someone singing, so he walked up to the door and politely knocked on it.

Much to his surprise, the door opened and his young niece stood staring at him with her beautiful questioning eyes.

“Why have you come here?” she asked.

“I was just walking by and wondered what this place was,” he said smiling.

“It’s my workshop,” she answered.

Alexander looked over to a small table and saw the family Coat Of Arms.

“Why do you have the family Coat Of Arms?” he questioned.

“It was so dusty and ugly, I wanted to make it pretty again!  But, please do not tell great-grandfather because I plan on giving it to him next week for his birthday,” she said proudly.

“Your secret is safe with me, and I’m sure he will be very pleased,” Alexander remarked as he left the shed chuckling.

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Week of 08-30 through 09-05-2016

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Iain Kelly. Thank you Iain!


He heard the helicopter and felt the days were long and brutal with few comforts.

He had one thing that could not be taken from him, would never be destroyed and it would always bring him the only peace he could feel in such trying and treacherous times,  and that was home.

As the bombs exploded day and night, the heat nearly suffocating him, dirt, smoke, death, surrounding him, his thoughts traveled home to a peaceful place where his family waited for him and the love he gave and received comforted him.

He cried out in anger, frustration, and fear of losing what meant the most to him, as the helicopter flew overhead.

He woke up sweating, and gasping for breath as his wife calmly cradled him and softly told him he was alright and was safely home again.

Words (137)

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Dog Day


His name is Peanut and he is a real sweetheart!  He loves his bed! He also loves to play with his toys and he can entertain you if you just say…Scooby Dooooooooo!  It causes him to lift his head up high and howl.    🙂     He’s our favorite granddog.  (our only granddog at the present time)


Six Sentence Stories      Cue….suspect


Photo courtesy of Pixabay



Jason tipped the garbage can emptying the contents, but stopped abruptly when he saw a woman’s body fall into the truck.

He called the police and each resident of the apartment complex were questioned to see if anyone saw the woman’s body being placed in the garbage can.

After weeks of investigating the murder of the woman, the detectives did not have a suspect.

No one came forward to claim the body and there were no reports on her in the missing person’s file.

Detective Overlook  stopped by the apartment complex to give a complete report to the apartment manager and while speaking with him, the manager’s young son, Thomas, was listening to the conversation.

“Mr. detective did you take papa’s mannequin from the garbage can?”  Thomas asked.

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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 08-23 through 08-29-2016

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode. Thank you Louise!


“Auntie Hanna, dad let me go to the pier with him today and I played near the ship,” Harry said.

“What do you have in your hand, Harry?”

“It’s a pocket watch I found on the rocks.”

“Harry! It looks just like my……

“Like what, Auntie Hanna?”

“Like the one I gave my boyfriend many years ago.”

“But, where is he now?”

“I don’t know.  After he went to Viet Nam, he was declared missing in action and I kept writing asking about him, but never got an answer. I moved here and have not been back to America.”

“Oh my!”

“What’s wrong Auntie Hanna?”

“These words inside of the watch are the same ones in his watch.”

“What do they say?”

“My love, if we ever get separated, let us search for each other 10,000 lifetimes until we find each other.”

“Do you think this could be his watch? Harry questioned.

“It could be, Harry.  It could be.”

“My search is not over,” Hanna said with a look of hope in her eyes.

Words (171)

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SIX SENTENCE STORY   8/18/2016     Cue….fire

Photo courtesy of Pixabay.


Sound Of Alarm

Marcie woke up to the sound of the ship’s emergency alarm, quickly got out of bed and ran to open the cabin door

People, with fear in their eyes, were running with their life jackets, carrying a few personal items and making sure their family was together.

Marcie hurriedly grabbed her purse, shoes, life jacket and followed the passengers toward the exit of the hall.

Smoke began to fill the hallway, but no one knew where the fire was.

At one point, the smoke was so bad everyone dropped to the floor and crawled toward the exit.

Everyone made it out of the hallway, ran to the side of the ship , stood with the other passengers and waited to get on the life boat’s that took them to safety.

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Every Wednesday all across the internet bloggers post a photograph with no words to explain it. Here is mine.

Siesta Key Beach, Sarasota, FL

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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 08-16 through 08-22-2016

This week’s photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris. Thank you TJ for our photo prompt!


Cubenuckering quickly silenced the craft and instructed everyone to stay behind while he and Jarfieldman went on a secret mission.

“That looks like the structure in our notes,” Jarfieldman remarked.

“Yes, I believe you are right,” Cubenuckering answered with excitement in his voice.

“Jarfieldman, you place the square on the structure over there, and I will place one on this area,” Cubenuckering said.

Minutes later, Jarfieldman and Cubenuckering ran toward each other and sprinted toward the craft!

“Did you see what I saw?”  Cubenuckering questioned Jarfieldman.

“If it was humans in a most unusual atmosphere, I can say, I did!”

That structure does not contain the necessary equipment we are seeking, and we better remove ourselves from such Funky Munky events.

“Yes, and I will be having a serious discussion with the maker of these instructions we were given!”  Cubnuckering said in disgust.


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