Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – The Grey Lady 


One day I went walking, my bestfriend and I. We went down the trails where the Autumn forest lies.

My friend the ‘Grey Lady,’ a husky with silver fur, crashed through debris and drank from the river, thirsty and content. 

I walked on the pathway, while the Grey Lady sniffed and crossed to a tree. Four one-eyed monsters stared back; terror froze me. 

The leader was a one- eyed red blob. He tried to talk but a space language burst from his tongue; his friend, a female, with a thickly lashed eye, starred melovently at the Grey Lady. 

Grey howled,  barked, and jumped on our colourful foes; to them she was as alien as they were to me. To them she was danger. So to us, were they.

The blue and yellow aliens were deep in discussion, then tried to attack me with futuristic guns; but the Grey Lady kept guard; a deep growl pierced the silence. 

And it’s a good thing Grey was fierce. Such innocent monsters they appeared, like a child’s toy. But despite their looks, they wanted to cause me harm.

They were super flexible,used mind tricks, and tried to steal me away; but the Grey  Lady wouldn’t budge. Of her they were afraid. 

Grey growled, bared her teeth, with stealth attacked those ruthless monsters. She could sense the danger in their comical appearance. For she was bred  from wolves and I was her pack. These colourful creatures were her treat, her tasty snack. 

  
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Writing 101: Day 17 – Cab Drivers and Maps. 


Prompt: Write using a map.

I take a cab to several places. At times, the noise and constant stopping and starting of the bus is tiring; it wears me out just taking it. I have met many cab drivers and most of them are nice people. Although, some of them (like in all jobs) are weird. 

I don’t mind if a cab driver is driving you and they talk to you. It’s nice most of the time to make conversation and it’s a way to make social connections and learn about people who are different from you. But certain drivers are so creepy I can’t wait to get out of the vehicle. But the majority of cab drivers are good at knowing when you don’t want to talk and they put the radio on to fill the silence. 

The most unfortunate aspect about a great many cab drivers is the fact that a number of them are very educated in the country they’re from. They have Master Degrees and PhD’s; they were the heads of companies. But somehow there education does not translate to Canadian standards. Or in an entirely different scenario, one cab driver I know, a lovely elderly gentlemen, has his PH.D. from the University of Alberta and he couldn’t get a job in his field (mathematics) so he drives his cab. 

I think are judgement of other places education systems is a bit harsh, we need to look closer at the institutions and places immigrants are schooled at so they can have jobs worthy of their degrees. I know Canada wants to ensure jobs for people who are already Canadians, but I think we owe better to people who are trying to become citizens such as our Great Grandparents or even parents did. Some of these cab drivers like their job and that’s great but I think some of them could use a university program to help them cross over to their occupation in Canada. 

 Another kind of driver I come across, are cab drivers who have lived and travelled everywhere. They have been all over the world and back again. They speak many languages and have chosen finally, to settle in Canada. These cab drivers have excellent stories to tell. They are some of my favourite because you can let them talk and don’t have to say a thing, just nod occasionally. They may not educated in the university sense, but their knowledge of the real world is astounding. They are well read and have seen great art pieces and have been where history is taking place. 

But there is a another type of cab driver I do not like at all. They are a shady type of cab driver. I have learned to tell when a cab driver is trying to rip you off. They will try to take the longest route to where you are going. They won’t ask you which way you want to go. And if you say, they may pretend not to understand you. But that is why you must say go here and here etc. I don’t quite understand why these cab drivers have trouble finding their way. They all have Google Maps on their smart phones and GPS’s in their car. Sometimes you have to say, use your GPS. The best cab drivers know the city, every nook and cranny and even with a GPS, know a faster way to go. Some cab drivers don’t know your neighbourhood well or where you are going and it is okay when they don’t know except that that is what their GPS is for. 

The worst drivers are trying to make it appear as if they are lost. They know their way well but they are trying to make more money off you. The best thing to do is to know how to get where you want to go and direct them; maybe take a look at Google maps on your phone. If they charge you too much, don’t tip. And if they got you terribly lost on purpose and over charged you a lot, call the cab company. Alternatively, you can always refuse to pay the amount they want you to pay if you for certain know how much the trip should cost. That’s what I like about paying upon arrival instead of having your credit card charged whatever the amount the driver drove. 

Another problem with certain cab drivers is they will tell you that their POS system is not working or having problems, when it is working fine. Sometimes they aren’t working, and you have to pay cash or go to a bank first, to pick up cash. But if you are like me and don’t carry much cash on you and you think a driver might be lying,  you can tell him to try your card and often it will ‘magically work.’ Most cab drivers I have met are honest in this respect but I know of a few who always try to avoid credit card and debit fees associated with a POS. 

I have mostly good things to say about the cab company I use. They are called CO-OP. They have an excellent mobile application too which is so helpful when you don’t know a locations address. Yellow Cab in Edmonton is hit and miss. I have had drivers refuse to drive me because I won’t pay cash. I have been sworn at by some Yellow Cab drivers too. But mostly, they seem like a reliable company. UBER is good at peek hours but I find the drivers at least in Edmonton, don’t know the entire city well. They also cost more then CO-OP almost every time I’ve used them (and I was always told their cheaper). The bottom line, I just don’t use them. I like to pay when I get to a place and I don’t like that their drivers don’t have the right insurance if you are in an accident. I also find that their drivers are not as knowledgable. If I was drunk at night, I’d take them, but not in the day. 

This is what came to my mind when I thought about maps. I use cabs to go all over the city as long as the destination isn’t too far. I wish I had the concentration to drive often; it would be so nice to be able to drive to a location, especially ones that are close. 

Poem: A Touch of Whimsy 


If were to choose the way we go, do we decide on a whim or a calculated thought?

Do we think in rays of colours and decisions weighed upon indecisions of the past? Do we lay out a plan with direction, not leave anything to chance?

I think I prefer to say ‘ Come what may,’ and handle the onslaught of the future when I am hurdling forward on the the road of life; having planned some things, I’d like to leave a bit to chance.

To swallow my doubts, and insecurities. To ride on the edge provided that I have a safety net. Or slip over the ledge and fly in the bluest sky, you’ve ever seen.

I think that there is risk in life and you can decide all you like but if you don’t put your feet in the ocean and stand your ground as the waves crash in, you’re missing something, a piece of mystery. 

It’s important to think, to weigh the scales that we must, to concretely choose to make a move, or to let the world turn around another day without interference.

We can’t control everything, we can ask all the questions and have all the answers, but if you don’t swim in the waves and look into the whirlpool, you lose;  there is a special knowledge revealed there. 

So squirm in delight in the first sunlight. And decide what you must when you must choose. But leave room for whimsy and a touch of moonlight.

Writing 101: Day 16 – Twitter Poetry Advice 


Hope is a life line, you just have to grab hold and never let go.

You inspire my inner serial killer.

Freaky lightening strikes in Australia – surely heralds the end of days.

Exercise is like telling your body : “You’re gonna hate me for this, but you’ll thank me later.”

That’s how I feel. Your writing is beautiful and you create beautiful characters.

Love your enemies. It makes them so damned mad!

Those leopard bottles are so shot! Grab your’s now.

Get out of your comfort zone. It just might #changetheworld.

Sometimes when you innovate you make mistakes. It’s best to admit them quickly and get on with your other innovations. (Steve Jobs.)

A story of a devastated Britain ruled by a ruthless military.

I took a Date Night out of the Budget and almost ruined my marriage.

Go to bed with dreams. Wake up with plans.

Just be good to people, get to know them.