Borrow the Lyrics Challenge — Goodbye

72B343C7-55A8-48B9-933B-465FB033AEACMy blogging buddy, Jim Adams, tagged me for a fun new game, which is called “Borrow the Lyrics Challenge.” Here’s how it works:

  1. Choose a verse from a song and use it in an original poem or story.
  2. Include the name of the song and the singer at the end or beginning.
  3. Challenge someone else and invent ONE rule they need to follow.
  4. Credit the person who started this challenge (PJ) and the person who challenged you, which was Jim.
  5. Include the rules of this challenge.
  6. The new rule that Jim gave me was that the song I use must be from 1971.

My one invented new rule for the person I challenge is that the song must be sung by a British artist or group.

The song I chose is the Carole King 1971 classic, “It’s Too Late.” The verse I’m focusing on is “One of us is changin’, or maybe we’ve just stopped tryin’.” I’m going to try my hand at being poetic, which is a stretch for me, since I suck at poetry.

I really tried to give you my all
Despite my efforts, our love did stall
When it came to matters of the heart
We began to slowly drift far so apart
Maybe I just got too damn lazy
And it has driven me quite crazy
What bound us together has long been forgotten
And now we no longer have anything in common
So there’s no point in even trying
Cause we’ll both end up in tears and crying
Let’s just agree to go our separate ways
And each make the best of the rest of our days

I’m going to tag Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith, to go next. Remember, Teresa, you must choose a verse from a song by a British artist or group.

Friday Fictioneers — A Good Idea at the Time

850F7CFD-7357-40D4-B67E-CEA80FE5D093It seemed like a good idea at the time. After all, engineers had harnessed the the power of the wind by creating giant windmill farms. They had harnessed the power of the sun with solar panels. So why not harness the power of the natural electricity in the atmosphere with collection stations?

He built his prototype and persuaded the power company to give it a test. His prototype was a sight to behold, a perfect mix of form and function. But climate change caused the planet to turn hot and dry and the only thing Howard’s invention collected was dust.

(100 words)

Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Dale Rogerson.

50 Word Thursday — Do You Wanna Have Fun?

FDFB0342-6DE4-46F1-8801-606EACF8E930“Hi,” the strange little creature said.

“Are you talking to me?” Peggy asked, sitting up in her bed, rubbing her eyes.

“Who else would I be talking to?”

“Who are you? What are you?”

“Who and what do you think I am?” the creature asked, smiling at Peggy.

“Am I dreaming?” Peggy asked.

Are you dreaming?” the creature asked.

“Why do you answer my questions with the same questions?”

Ignoring the question, the creature asked, “Do you wanna have some fun?”

Peggy smiled. “Yes,” she said.

“Well then, let the wild rumpus start,” the creature said, jumping onto Peggy’s bed.

(100 words)

Written for this week’s 50 Word Thursday prompt from Teresa (aka The Hidden Wordsmith). The idea is to use the image above from Bellinon at Pixabay along with the line, “Let the wild rumpus start,” from Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak, and to write a post that must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments.

Finish the Story — The Future Is Down

DCA05D9F-EBAC-4B47-9707-BBDED0EFDBA4Teresa, over at The Haunted Wordsmith has tagged me to carry on her latest Finish the Story prompt. Teresa starts it out, then tags another blogger, in this case me, to add the next part. I will tag someone else to continue the story and so on and so on.

Here is Teresa’s Part 1 of “The Future Is Down”:

For fifty generations, the people of Haven have lived in the sky. Floating without a care in the world in balloons and ships passed down from father to son and mother to daughter. Everything a person would ever need in their balloons was provided to them. The sky lord saw to that. The people were happy and the sky lord was happy. But, even in a perfect life, there is born in every generation one person who is not content. Ivan was this generation’s adventurer.

When other kids passed their day playing cards or making up stories with their family, Ivan stared below his balloon and wondered. He wondered what was below the clouds. Was it a world filled with giant monsters that could gobble him in a single bite? Or, was it a world filled with tiny fairies that fluttered around towering trees just waiting for him to come play?

The more he looked, the more he wondered. And the more he wondered, the more he dreamed. Dreamed of leaving the sky.

And that is exactly what he did on his thirteenth birthday after receiving his very own balloon.

“Goodbye,” he shouted, waving as he slowly deflated his balloon. “I love you all, but have to find out. I’ll write when I can!”

As his balloon inched its way down toward the unknown, Ivan’s heart raced with excitement. “I wonder what I’ll see first.”

Ivan didn’t have long to wait, for as soon as he was in a cloud bank, he saw…

And here is my part 2:

…a huge, noisy, metallic, cylindrical tube zoom right by him, causing his balloon to start shaking and shimmering in the strange object’s wake. “Oh sky lord,” he screamed, as he tried desperately to regain control of his balloon. “What the Haven was that?”

“That was an airplane,” a voice said. Ivan turned to see that a strange looking animal of some sort had landed on the rim of his balloon’s basket. It was covered in colorful feathers and it had long, feather-covered arms that flapped up and down in a rhythmic motion. It had small, beady eyes and a pointy, hard looking mouth. And when it spoke to Ivan, it was in more of a squawk than a voice.

“What in the sky lord’s name are you?” Ivan asked the creature. “And what was that thing you call an airplane that almost knocked my balloon out of the sky?”

“I’ve heard of beings like you who live in balloons far above the clouds,” squawked the feathered creature, “but I thought it was just an ancient myth.”

“I’m as real as you are, whatever it is that you are,” Ivan said.

“I am Hawkeye,” the creature said, “and I am what the surface beings call a bird.”

“The surface beings?” Ivan said. “Tell me more, Hawkeye.”

And now I am tagging Li over at Tao-Talk to pick up and run with Part 3.

Fandango’s Friday Flashback — July 12

Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year. I’ve had this blog for two years, so I have only 2017 and 2018 to draw from.

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of you earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember?

Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Friday Flashback post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.

If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 12th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.

It would be great if everyone who reads this post would scroll down to the comments and check out the posts that others provide links to.

I originally published this post on July 12, 2017 in response to a One-Liner Wednesday prompt from Linda G. Hill.


Robert Burns

“O wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!”

The great Scottish poet, Robert Burns, made this astute observation in his poem, To a Louse.

Now I’m not a big fan of poetry, but back in high school English lit class, we did have to study some of the world’s great poets, including the aforementioned Robert Burns. Of all of his poems we read, one poem, and one particular line in that poem — the one I’ve quoted at the top of this post — stood out to me.

For a more contemporary interpretation of the quoted text, it essentially means, “It would be great if we could somehow have the gift of being able to see ourselves the way other people see us.”

We really can’t see ourselves as others see us, can we? We see ourselves through our own perspectives, our own perceptions, and our own reality. Few of us can understand how we really come across to those around us or to the world.

Wouldn’t it be nice if, even for just an hour or a day, we could know how others view us? I think that seeing ourselves as others see us would be a gift, but perhaps it would actually be a burden. No doubt, though, it would be illuminating.

Maybe you wouldn’t like what you see.

Maybe such a “gift” would cause you to only say and do things that would please others.

Maybe it’s better to stay true to yourself and behave in a way that is natural to you, as an individual, regardless of how you are viewed by others.

In the end, I suppose there’s nothing wrong with a little self-reflection.