Poem: The Symphony

It’s easy enough to put your head down,

To not look where your going.

To bury your nose in a book.

It’s easy to live vicariously through a story,

But it’s certainly harder to form your own.

To look up and see the sun through the drapes,

As it brightens a path where the world is calling,

To  wake up and feel the wind in your hair,

To feel the heat, sit on the grass, and smell possibility.

But it’s hard to get up and awake from a slumber,

The kind where you wish to flip over and  go back to bed.

But life keeps on calling, while we are stalling,

Wake up and make some decisions.

Don’t live your life with vacant eyes and heart.

Breathe in the certainty that life has a meaning and it’s going somewhere.

So, put on some shoes and walk with determination.

It’s time to listen to the music and become part of the symphony.


The Circus Comes To Town at The Hallow

Prompt: Three people walk into a bar . . .

Three people walk into a bar called The Hallow. The entire bar turns towards them curiously as they enter. The Hallow is not the type of place where strangers come to haphazardly. It is a little hole in the wall with old wooden tables and chairs and a lovingly worn bar top where people order drinks. The patrons all know each other and are friends whether they come everyday or once a month. But these new people have never been here before.

The first inside the old wooden door of The Hallow is a young woman in a pink cheerleader outfit. She is beautiful with long golden brown hair and deep-set hazel eyes. Angus the bartender, ID’s her immediately surprised to find out that the young-looking woman is 28-years-old and well past high school age.

Following the cheerleader is a cowboy. He is in his thirties with matted golden blond hair under his hat which he removes as he steps in the doorway. He is wearing a leather vest, red checkered shirt, jeans, and cowboy boots. He hums some country western song to himself which Mavis ( a local patron) hears and identifies as Garth Brooks to anyone who will listen to her.

Stepping on the cowboy’s heels is a clown, his face painted white with red diamond eyes, a ruby nose, blue diamonds on his cheeks and a big red fake smile. The clown reeks of alcohol and his diaphanous clown outfit is dirty and old. He goes up to the bar and tells Angus the bartender he’ll have two shots of whiskey, then settles down with a beer beside the cowboy and the cheerleader. The cowboy and the cheerleader take one look at the clown and immediately try to move so the clown won’t notice, to another table, but fail miserably when he tells them to “take a seat.”

Mavis wonders if she missed Halloween as she and the other patrons stare transfixed by the three costumed customers drinking at the wobbly table. The cheerleader, Malinda, flicks her thick ponytail and asks the cowboy Jared for a gin and cranberry to drink. Jared buys it and another beer and it’s clear to all watching that something is going on between Malinda and Jared. They stare at each other and talk caught up in their own world, the cheerleader primping and fluttering her lashes at the cowboy, while he leans into her space, his hand on her knee. The clown looks at them in disgust.

In an instant, the clown pulls a huge riffle out of the front of his costume. He points it at the patrons of several tables, then at Angus the bartender, before aiming directly at Malinda and Jared holding hands. “What freak show did you two come from?” he asks in a loud sneering voice.

” Highschool, it was are ten-year reunion. It was a costume party,” Jared explains quietly. He can feel Malinda shaking under his hand on her leg.

” What do you want from us?” says Malinda gripping Jared even closer.

The clown sneers at them and shoots at the wall above their heads to frighten them. He yells at Jared to gather all the money from the cash register and bar patrons in the room.

It was later in the night so customers were mostly depleted of cash but the bar and tip jars were full. The clown glares at Jared as the cowboy hands him a bag full of cash and demands more beer from Angus with the tip of his gun. He rants and he raves as he puts back several more beers and then takes his money to leave. He shoots Jared in the arm for good measure.

Malinda leans over Jared who is in great pain and stops the bleeding of the bullet wound with her beloved cheerleading sweater. “Well honey” Malinda says at least we’ve still got each other.” Jared nods and smiles before grimacing again at the pain in his shoulder. At the high school reunion he got back together with the girl of his dreams, Malinda. She smiles at him while gently helping him forget about the pain, telling Jared about her life since she last saw him.

The police are called to the scene and statements are given about the clown and robbery. It’s 6 am before everyone is able to leave and go home. The cheerleader and the cowboy go together hand in hand and this makes Mavis smile lost in memory as she leaves to go home to her little two-bedroom apartment.

Eerily another man in a clown costume wanders by, in the daylight. The patrons from the bar can see the circus tent being set up not to far down the road. ” I guess the Circus is in town” Angus the bartender says shaking his head.

The new clown who is in the middle of all the bar’s customers going home pulls out yet another gun and yells for everyone to get back inside. Nobody listens to him. So, he shoots up into the air. People continue going to their cars like nothing is happening. The new clown becomes outrageously mad and starts yelling and screaming. The police who are just around the corner literally, come back and arrest the new clown. “Why didn’t anybody listen to me” whines the second clown.

“It’s been done.” says a police officer matter of factly.

Poem: Complete

You can be by yourself,

And feel as if you’re all alone.

You can be right next to him,

And still feel like you’re on your own.

And you can be in the middle,

Of the most boisterous crowd,

And feel as if you’re lonely inside.

But you can be by yourself,

And feel so comfortable on your own.

You can be right next to him,

And feel like you need no one else.

You can be lost in the crowd,

And feel as if your part of something bigger.

Lonileness is all in how you view it.

It’s dependant on how you feel this moment.

But a moment can change in an instant.

And a smile can light up the street.

When you’re by yourself or with someone else,

And perfectly complete. 

Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers – The Bottom of the Hill

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I tumbled down the hill at the side of a bridge. I rolled over grass, little stones, stumps, and fell at the bottom on a walking trail. I was sore all over. At the bottom of the hill I slowly arose my body aching. I couldn’t walk on my ankle and I felt so dizzy I was so sick to my stomach.

That’s when I saw her leaning against one of the bridge pylons. Her clothes were ripped and dirty and her deep brown eyes had a vacant look. She approached me with caution and bared her teeth. Long strips of dirty oily hair fell in front of her face and she made no movement to brush them away just slowly moved towards me.

A little knife was gripped in her hand and she pushed me down with her finger poking bruised ribs. Suddenly, the knife was buried in my side…

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Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers – The Bottom of the Hill

I tumbled down the hill at the side of the bridge and fell at the bottom on a walking trail. I was sore all over. I slowly arose my body aching. I couldn’t walk on my ankle and I felt so dizzy I was sick to my stomach.

That’s when I saw her leaning against one of the bridge pylons. Her clothes were ripped and dirty and her deep brown eyes had a vacant look. She approached me with caution and bared her teeth. Long strips of dirty oily hair fell in her face as she slowly moved towards me, a knife gripped in her dirty hand.

 Suddenly, the knife was buried agonizingly in my side and the girl was reaching in my pockets to steal my wallet and phone. She concluded, by taking my boots and casting them into the pathway. I called out uselessly for someone to help me. But darkness fell and I lay there under the bridge, a victim of my own stupidity. My feet were freezing. 

Word Count: 175 words

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Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting!

Life and Things

I’ve been keeping myself busy lately catching up on all the books I’ve downloaded hoping to read when I’m not busy. I wanted to tell you about one author I particularly like lately named Sykla Madi. She is an excellent writer and I especially like her books based on mixed martial arts fighting. She has an excellent series called the Consumed series: Consumed, Too Consumed, and Forever Consumed. It’s a series with romance with some fun fighting  and competition in it. Her most recent series are novellas: Broken, Twisted, and Damaged. That series isn’t finished so I am anxiously waiting for the next novella in the series. 

In the Broken series, Emily, a nurse follows home Jia, a man she doesn’t know who broke her tablet accidentally on the train home. Emily is poor and doesn’t have the money to fix her tablet. She ends up in an underground caged fighting competition with Jia where everyone fights, often to the death, to win money and work for a dangerous mobster. Jia protects Emily, while using her to locate his brother who supposedly was working for the mobster. A relationship develops between Emily and Jia who must work together to survive and free themselves from the hellish world of the mobster and underground fighting.


So, while I wait for Jia and Emily’s story to continue I have been trying to arrange to take the last course I will need for a Residential Design Certificate. I’m all registered but the complicated part is that the prof doesn’t think I can do well without having the lectures taped for me. So, since I am a disabilities student I can apply for money that might pay for the course and textbook and money for things like a tape recorder. You apply through student loans and it’s a ridiculous process. First, I needed to wait and get my Alberta Student number. Now, I need to wait one to two weeks to get a pin to access my diploma marks from high school. I mean I have a university degree, shouldn’t they want those marks? Then, both for the U of A and for applying for grant money I need to have my doctor write a letter and fill a form out for me. Once that is done, I can finally complete the application online to the Alberta government and the disabilities application to the U of A. And all this needs to happen before the course starts mid- September! 

I haven’t decided on what I will do with myself after this course. I feel a strong pull towards Creative Writing and would really like to start a Masters in Fine Arts at the UBC. I could only do a course at a time but I think I can do it. My other direction of thoughts goes to the U of A and a certificate in drawing. I’m actually a pretty good artist and I would love to get that certificate. But I might love writing just a bit more.

Being single again isn’t as hard as I thought it would be. I guess I wasn’t as in love as I thought because even though many activities remind me of A, I have no desire to go back to the way things was. I have some freedom back and I like that. It’s more time to spend with family and friends. As for dating, I just think it’s a little fast yet to go there. I just don’t want to waste time with guys I know there’s no connection with or just want sex. I guess a lot of girls are just good to sleep with whoever but I’d like to get to know the person so I can trust them before I give that out. It makes me old fashioned but I think someone who is interested in you for your whole package is better then some guy who is just thinking about sex. 

Going to the salon tomorrow, coffee Thursday, and out for lunch Friday. The rest of the time I’ll be reading and waiting for that letter from the Alberta government. Also, thinking about getting a new iPad. My old one is 16GB and full. I need something with more memory. Take care all! 

Sunday Photo Fiction – Part 3 – Fatal Attraction

Part 2: Locked Up

Allie sat a square wooden table in her prison while Jax (her captor) stared at his intricate watch. She wasn’t sure how she was going to help Jax get Cassandra Everett, in fact, she didn’t want to aid him at all.

Allie had grown up with Cassandra and considered her a good friend. Graham (Allie’s boyfriend) was Cassandra’s step-brother. Jax stared at her pointedly when she sighed and broke his concentration.

” Shush Allie, I’m waiting to hear if my men have gotten Cassandra. As you said, she goes to the Good Life Gym on the southside every weekday morning.” Allie smiled convincingly. Really she had no idea where Cassandra was.

When no Cassandra showed up at the gym Jax stopped staring at his watch and took Allie’s chin tightly in his hands so she would look at him.

He was angry with her. ” Cassandra is out of the country, you lied to me.” Allie gulped and flinched at Jax’s bruising grip on her chin. “But” he said, ” I have found out some  interesting news about you, you’re practically engaged to Graham, Cassandra’s brother. I’m sure the Everett’s will pay for you.”

Allie pressed her lips together and said nothing. Jax combed his fingers through Allie’s hair before kissing her harshly. Allie expected to be grossed out but instead found herself attracted to the enigmatic Jax who kissed well.”Your my girl now Allie. The Everett’s will pay more than money to get you back.”

Allie loved Graham, but their was something about Jax that she found alluring. She knew she had to be careful with Jax and Graham because her situation just got a  lot more complicated.


Sunday Flash Fiction is hosted by Alistair Forbes.

Beware of Dark Places

There are certain places a woman avoids in the dark. She might choose a lighted pathway on the sidewalk rather than a dark alley. She also might avoid walking home on the river valley trails late at night. Both are places women are often attacked or are just plain scary to be walking out late in.

Sidney didn’t care too much for her own safety. She often worked late into the evening as a legal assistant. She walked home every night no matter how late it was. She wasn’t afraid of the vagrants who roamed the streets at night and didn’t believe because some guy was walking behind her, he was out to get her. Generally, Sidney might be right in assuming she was safe walking home alone through river valley trails in the dark. She was only fifteen minutes from her apartment.

But there are things out there that are unesplicabley evil. People or creatures who prey upon the innocent and the ignorant. Sidney was both.

She was crossing the street from the sidewalks lit by lamps to the off leash trails in the park. Every now and then she would see a dog and it’s owners and they would wave and pass her by. But as she went deeper onto the gravel trail a strange sense of foreboding overtook her. The hair on Sidney’s nape prickled and her eyes searched the foliage for some form of life.

Suddenly, a large white northern dog took off down the trail nearly knocking her over. He pushed into her and whimpered. In barks and howls he talked to her, nosing her away from the trail and back the way she’d came. But Sidney crooned to the dog petting her and said: ” Oh it’s alright girl. Are you lost? Want to come home with me tonight? Maybe will find your owner on the way?”

The dog put up his ears as if he was listening before his ears went back and a deep growl came from his throat. Sidney backed away but the furry white dog went in front of her. He was trying to protect Sidney. But Sidney only paused a second before shaking her head at the dog and continued her way down the off leash trail. She stared back at the white dog who refused to come with her and was almost at the trails end when someone stepped out a few feet ahead of her in the darkness.

Sidney had never been afraid of the darkness on the trails. But the incident with the dog had made her heart pound loudly against her chest. And as she stared at the person she could barely see infront of her, all the warnings about strangers and dark places came into her mind unbidden.

The person was not moving from the place he stood on the trail. Sidney could tell it was a he from the person’s large stature and how tall he was. She casually reached for her iPhone illuminating the path slightly and ready to call 911 should she need to. “Hello” she ventured “was that your dog that came down the trail. She was a large white one, maybe a husky or some breed like that?”

The stranger walked closer and Sidney held her breath. The light from her phone illuminated the large man in a hoody now so close to her she could smell his cologne. He was what she would consider hot in a different situation. But his eyes were so dark that his pupils seemed too large. He took off his hood and Sidney saw he had short-cropped black hair. He had yet to answer Sidney and she was feeling scared. She was about to run for home when the stranger put a strong hand on her arm and smiled at her.

Sidney blew out a breath and tried to break free of the man’s grip but she couldn’t. She began to struggle and he gripped her other arm too.”Let me go!” She shouted and screamed until she was hoarse. The man only smiled alarmingly at her. Her Iphone fell from her manacled sweaty hand.

” Are you done?” He asked quietly. She shook her head and tried digging her nails into his arm but he didn’t budge. “That wasn’t my dog Sidney” the man said “but it was a good opportunity to go back and take a taxi.” Sidney stood in shock, a tear escaped her eye. “We should get going” he said.

“What, where?” Sidney cried. “How do you know my name?”

He shrugged.  “We’re going to my place” he rasped. And before her eyes the man transformed into a giant creature, half eagle and half beast. He scooped Sidney up with his claws and she screamed and cried as they flew through the air and into the ever-deepening night.

Literary Lion: The Orchid

He gave it to her the day they first met. A beautiful and lush purple orchid laying in sugar-water. Eve didn’t know who he was then only that she was going to be forced to marry him when she became of age. She was only thirteen and he must have been twenty when they first met. How could he even think Eve was attractive? Eve thought it a bit dirty, but her parents didn’t say much just that the age difference wouldn’t be so much when she was old enough to be wed.

” Why do I have to marry him?” she asked her mother.

“Because” Eve’s mother Blair said ” he has a lot of money, something we don’t. We maybe aristocracy, Eve, but our fortunes run dry. He is a self-made American who owns much land and business. He will take care of us all, but especially you. He asked to be betrothed to you himself, after all the other girls he could have had that are his age. Don’t you think he’s handsome?” Blair asked her daughter.

” Well yes, I think he is handsome. and well-built, but he’s just so old Mom.”


Seven years later at age twenty-one the wedding took place. Eve looked at herself in the mirror wearing a beautiful lace wedding gown with an extremely long elegant train. She also had the flower her fiancé had given her when she was only twelve, it still lived and looked everyday the same, healthy and full of vitality. Eve had grown into a beautiful women with long wavy blond hair and greenish-blue eyes. She was lovely and curvy and she saw the way her fiancé Jonathan looked at her. They had become friends and strangely enough that had led to a deeper connection between them. Something Jonathan had said he knew there would be even when she was a preteen.

So, they married and had a family and many years together. All those years the orchid continued to bloom in its little round bowl. It wasn’t until Jonathan and Eve were well aged and having great-grand children that the orchid began to fade. Slowly, and strangely so did Eve and Jonathan’s health, until one day, they didn’t get up in the morning.

Eve’s maid found the elderly couple asleep in their bed holding hands. She looked at the bowl that held the orchid her former lady had loved or what was left of it. The orchid that had always bloomed now crumbled until all that remained was the dust of the flower floating in the water.

Word Count: 430 words

Thanks to I Smith Words for hosting and giving the prompt flower.

Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers – The Zipper 

Every year Ashley goes to the fair with her friends. Their favourite activity is all the rides to go on. Some, rickety old pieces, that you pray passed inspection. 

“Come on Ashley,” Carmen her best friend cried. ” Your not afraid to go on the zipper are you. It’s so easy you are just locked in a padded cage and spin around as the cage goes up, down, and round.”

Ashley looked at the zipper her palms sweating.”I guess I can handle that” Ashley says and steps into the waiting cage with Carmen. ” I don’t know Carmen this ride is so creaky” Ashley complained, “and some of the paddings missing and the seat belts are broken.” Carmen rolled her eyes.

Ashley couldn’t ignore the bad feeling she had as the ride creaked. Nuts and bolts came loose in the cage. Ashley was tired of being knocked around. She had bruises everywhere. 

All of the sudden the cage tilted to the side as the ride stopped to load cages at the bottom. People began to scream as the cage hung suspended and dropped from the top of the ride. 

A lady selling balloons near by noticed and shook her head. At every place they went the zipper took lives. 

 Word Count:  200 words 
Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting! We are always eager to have new participants 🙂