Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #59

FFFCWelcome to “Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.” Each week I will be posting a photo I grab off the internet and challenge bloggers to write a flash fiction piece or poem inspired by the photo. There are no style or word limits.

The image below is from JessicaGale at Morguefile.com.247B4FBB-2694-4BD5-AFB5-6C01A9B4E06DFor the visually challenged writer, the photo shows an empty roll of toilet paper with the words “Plan B?” hand printed on it in black ink.

If this week’s image inspires you and you wish to participate, please write your post, use the tag #FFFC, and link back to this post. I hope it will generate some great posts.

Thanks to all of you who have participated in these challenges. Your posts have been very creative. Please take a few minutes to read the other responses to this photo challenge.

Please create a pingback to this post or manually add your link in the comments.

FOWC with Fandango — Tickle

FOWCWelcome to March 30, 2020 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “tickle.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

The issue with pingbacks not showing up seems to have been resolved, but you might check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

  1. And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.

Sunday Writing Prompt — Dear Diary

E1562735-14CB-434A-94A1-6CEB5A80D02CMarch 29, 2021

Dear Diary,

It’s been almost 15 months since the coronavirus plague ravaged the planet, killing more than seven billion souls, or 90% of humanity. Everyone I knew last year at this time — everyone most of us knew — succumbed to the virus. It’s been several months now since I last saw another human being, and she was almost dead. The animals have pretty much taken over the planet, running around, foraging, even feasting on the remains of human bodies. They must be immune. I must be immune, since I’m still alive.

I remember when this whole thing started and people treated it like it was the flu. Politicians and leaders were downplaying the virus, saying that it was the media that was blowing it out of proportion, telling us that the government had it under control and that it would miraculously disappear.

The religious nuts called it God’s curse on humanity’s sinful ways. But they’re all gone now too. God didn’t save the pious and now God is dead. Humanity is all but dead.

And soon I’ll be dead, too. I can’t go out anymore without risking being attacked by the coyotes, wild dogs, and wolves. There is little to no food left, no electricity, no heat. I’m not sure what good my immunity is doing if I starve or freeze to death or am devoured by hungry wild animals.

Well, Dear Diary, this may Very well be my last entry. Despite the danger, I’m going to venture out of the sanctuary of my home to replenish my supply of food and goods. If I’m successful, I’ll write again tonight. If not, well, at this point, does it really matter?


Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt. The challenge is to write a diary/journal entry.

Inexplicable

The video above reflects the number of coronavirus cases in the U.S. as of March 22nd: 30,367. Today, one week later, the number of cases stands at 131,403, with 2,329 deaths.

And yet Trump’s poll numbers go up, his job approval rate goes up. In the presidential race polls, Trump has moved from what was a seven-point deficit in February to a near tie with Biden today.

And 15% of Bernie Sanders supporters have indicated that, if Bernie doesn’t get the Democratic nomination, they will vote for Trump in November. Are you fucking kidding me?

How stupid can people be? It’s inexplicable.

Who Won The Week? 03/29/2020

10CC3057-4EEA-4C80-B8C1-700C0FC6C906It’s time for another Who Won the Week prompt. The idea behind Who Won the Week is for you to select who (or what) you think “won” this past week. Your selection can be anyone or anything — politicians, celebrities, athletes, authors, bloggers, your friends or family members, books, movies, TV shows, businesses, organizations, whatever.

I will be posting this prompt on Sunday mornings (my time). If you want to participate, write your own post designating who you think won the week and why you think they deserve your nod. Then link back to this post and tag you post with FWWTW.

This week I am choosing former New York Yankees player and current Major League Baseball analyst Alex Rodriguez.D6B7D8A5-97CB-4037-B2CA-9AE15D876A3FDonald Trump has the world’s top doctors and medical experts at his disposal, but apparently Trump must consider A-Rod, who is, in no way, shape, or form a medical professional, to be an expert on the coronavirus pandemic. Trump reached out to Rodriguez for his thoughts on the administration’s response to the coronavirus pandemic.

Why would Trump turn to Rodriguez for answers — or even his opinion — on how to best curb the spread of coronavirus? Could it be because A-Rod is wealthy and is frequently on television?

It’s interesting how Trump’s perception of people changes over time. Back in 2013, Trump tweeted at Rodriguez, calling him a “druggie,” and suggesting that the Yankees should “immediately stop paying A-Rod.” I guess Rodriguez learned over the past seven years that it pays to be nice to Donald Trump.

Way to go, Dr. A-Rod. You won the week.

And now it’s your turn, folks. Who (or what) do you think won the week?