Weekend Writing Prompt — Market Love

E7273C02-D1EB-4ED1-BD9A-661C626E391CPeter Piper picked a peck of peppers. He pickled his peppers, put them in jars, and took his pickled peppers to the seashore to sell them at market.

Sally was at the seashore searching for seashells. When she collected enough, Sally took her seashells to sell them at market.

Peter and Sally fell in love at the seashore market.

(59 words)


9C096BFB-84EE-4CF7-BB8D-1D9661BB8BEB Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where we are challenged to write a poem or piece of prose using the word “seashore” in exactly 59 words.

MLMM Photo Challenge — Perspective

A1F11D05-638A-4FD1-B492-492950D4C439”Delores, I’m crazy about you,” Kyle said. “There’s nothing about you I don’t love. In fact, I’m head over heels in love with you.”

“I feel the same way about you, Kyle,” Delores said. “But from my perspective, at the moment you’re actually heels over head in love with me.”


Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: Google.

Time To Write/Tell The Story

8708F05E-E327-4F5C-A6BF-02FAECD2F178Denise had a love/hate relationship with camping. She loved the idea of getting away from the hustle bustle of city living and heading out to paradise to commune with nature. But she hated having to deal with critters, ranging from bears to raccoons to snakes. And most of all, she hated bugs, especially spiders. They terrified her.

But camping was her husband’s passion. If he could, he would be very happy selling their nice, comfortable home and moving into a large tent or a yurt in some secluded spot in the forest next to a bubbling brook. He would occasionally get irritated at Denise over her indifference toward camping. So, in order to promote peace and harmony in their household, Denise had agreed to go camping once a month. She felt it was worth the sacrifice to hold their marriage together.

Unfortunate, that all ended on their last camping trip when Denise was using the campground outhouse to do her business and a humongous spider crawled up and sat staring at her with its eight nasty spider eyes. Denise ran screaming out of the outhouse and told her husband that she was never going camping again.

“But this is paradise,” he said.

Denise looked at him and said, “Yeah, paradise lost.”


This post was written the Tell The Story prompt for which Melanie, at Sparks from a Combustible Mind, tagged me. Also for Rachel Poli’s Time To Write, where the prompt is “love & hate.”

Also written for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (paradise), Your Daily Word Prompt (indifference), Word of the Day Challenge (worth), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (lost).

MLMM Photo Challenge — Read Me; See Me

CreativeHe went to the blogger’s contact page, typed in his name, his email address, and his blog’s URL. Then he entered his comment:

I am in love with you. I am mesmerized by your words, your verbs, your nouns, your adjectives, and even your adverbs. Your grammar, punctuation, and usage are exquisite. Your every sentence is so well conceived and constructed, you paragraphs are riveting. Your writer’s voice is exquisite. I image you to be a vision of pure beauty and elegance. I must meet you. Tell me where you live. I will drive, sail, or fly to you, but I cannot go on much longer without being touched by the real, physical you as I have been touched by the abstract, metaphysical, cyber you. I eagerly await your response.

The response came back a few days later:

Thank you for reaching out to me. I was truly touched by your message. But you need to understand that I am not who you believe me to be. I, like you, am merely a blogger who marvels at the majesty of words. But in reality, I am invisible. You have painted an image of me that uses only the metaphoric ink I have poured onto the symbolic pages of my blog. My writing has allowed you to create an ink blot of my visage that can be seen only by your mind’s eye. I am to you who I want you to imagine me to be. So, knowing the impossibility of being able to live up to who you wish me to be, I must decline your request to meet in the real world.

His disappointment upon receiving the response was immense. He would not give up and wrote back:

You are not invisible to me. I see you clearly and I am smitten. Your words show me who you really are, a warm, tender, sensitive, emotive, empathetic individual who has cast a spell upon me, one that can only be broken by meeting the you who exists in the physical world. You have taken my heart and I beg you to not deny me the opportunity to complete the portrait of the person your words have outlined.

A few days later, another email response arrived:

Okay listen up, dude. I know I have a way with words, but let me be real with you. I’m actually a 48 year old, 400 pound guy sitting on my bed in my mother’s basement in her house in New Jersey. So if you still wanna meet me in the real world, sure. We can meet at Newark Airport on the second Tuesday of next week.

The guy from New Jersey was shocked when he got this response:

Works for me. How about this coming Tuesday in Terminal C.


Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: Origin Eight.