#writephoto, Only 6Sentence

Shopping Day through the eyes of “Our Family!”

Presenting the #Writephoto prompt is truly an inspiration for a short story about our family! It doesn’t end there however, have you all met GirlieOnTheEdge with the most exciting prompts such as todays BLANKET is the word for today! I hope you enjoy short stories GirlieOnTheEdge prefers only 6 sentences.

Shopping Trolley in an empty supermarket

Busy as usual, “Our Family’s” life begins and always ends in some eventual surprise, between who, what, and where, plus today is a shopping day! The Family that shops together stays together, so they claim.
“Peggy Sue, don’t forget the snack list for school lunches!”
“Hurry,” the prices are going up as we speak, and oh, mom, does he have to drag his security blanket again all through the store, like last week.
“Come on, get in the car.”
“Where is he … let’s go, Brandon.”

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Ah! Another Challenge

ETERNAL AS IN A Prompt word, or try this one, how do you see yourself. Mirror, mirror on the wall!

Today we live in an age of offended, everyone seems to be. Well offended or not this is my belief and I’ll post what I believe not what others want me to say.

Eternal means no beginning, only God. The Trinity had no beginning but always was; All other false artificial gods had a start if only in the mind of a demon or human person,( one of God’s creatures.) God created us with an immortal soul and, therefore, WE are eternal in a sense; since we will have no end. We will live with God or without Him. Depending on our soul when we take our last breath, it is fixed at that time, no more free will after death. Yet, we live, but where?

A movie out these days warned against. Perhaps because today things are very twisted and eternal might mean demonic.

Now for how do I see myself. At my age these days, it is interesting, my life is behind me, where most reading here, your life is ahead of you and so it should be.

I don’t worry about how I see myself anymore since I am reasonably happy in my day, with little regrets. I advise, don’t take it with you! If you have regret, you should work on correcting it now!


Today at least, for myself, no regrets through lots of begging the man upstairs, tears of sorrow, and resignation to His will. It works; try it!


Right now, I am begging for humility since I know for a fact that He, hates pride.

Having a blog on WordPress can be at times humiliating. Especially when one sets their mind to post-truth instead of fiction. Post what you believe.

I Believe Because, true story

Coming out of the fog!

Wow-what an experience this has been, one moment I was here, and the next I felt as if I was in the twilight; still not sure what happened to me!

I hope all is well among the WordPress Community!

I know I must have missed participating in the challenges I love, reading.

This Covid 19 is very strange, it has a personality of its own. I know I was in the hospital, not fighting for my life but my sanity.

I will admit I had some strange experiences most of which I could describe as “supernatural, as my memory comes back to me I will try to share a little of what happened to me. All I can say right now is the world seems to be a stranger to me, I will pray for all of you — please pray I will come out of this foggy place.

Photo Challenge, true story

The Cosmic Photo Challenge — A Mirror

The theme is RELECTION!

When I noticed this theme of reflection, I remembered a picture I took when I was experiencing HDR photography. As you know, HDR stands for High Dynamic Range imaging.


The story of this photo is: A long, long time ago, my now deceased husband, his grandfather made this mirror with his own hands, so it is truly a one of a kind. I have since passed it along to the next generation.


When it hung in my home, I noticed how the reflection was of steps going upstairs. I took the initiative to place some shoes on the steps; dabbling with the bit of knowledge of HDR imaging, I started to experiment. Results as shown below.

It is said the eyes are a reflection of our soul!
Daily Spur, Photo Challenge

Friday Fictioneers photo story — Go Green!

One fine morning I found myself thinking of the events of the world. Consistency; missing! Is harmony possible?

Upon arriving to work, I noticed a colorful beetle, and it too 
was sitting on the fence, either to go green or not.  
Hey!  I recycle!  Please don't bug me with your indecision; I have enough of my own.  Thinking again, go for it, jump off the fence and go for the green!

Then suddenly I heard a stern voice; "The office meeting was about to begin, coffee or tea; sit here or there?"  

Why was I wondering what the beetle did?


Photo ~ Miles Rost

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dVerse

Too, too Tired! A Haibun with Haiku

Just to create conditions that something did happen a long time ago. A memory to awaken according to dVerse at … click here for more information, CLICK!

Going back in time is something expected as one age. This memory always comes to mind when I do this exercise, and I have often recalled it.
I could barely walk; therefore, I must have been about 24 months.
Knowing I couldn’t have been more than three. I remember walking outside with my mother and her lady-friend. I remember sitting down on the sidewalk and sitting there, sitting there.
My mother refused to pick me up; she kept coaching me to get up. After a few moments went by, but it seemed to me at that time a very long time. She started to walk ahead with her lady friend, leaving me to sit there.
Now that I am grown, I imagine she said something like this, “okay, just sit there, but I am going home.” The picture in my memory is; it seems as if she is far, far away; I am frightened — she left me!
I would not get up to run to her since she seemed an eternity away.
I can still see how tiny both she and her lady-friend were because they were so far away in my mind’s eyes.
In reality, they were only about 50 feet from me, and I know this because my mother would have never left me!

Stubborn baby girl
Take my hand — up little one
Too tired, mama dear!

3LineTales

Once Upon a Time … Oh oh!

three line tales, week 257: a woman walking over a narrow bridge over a body of water
Three Line Tales

Once upon a time, a child on a walk; wondered how to cross the murky water that greeted her.

Seeing a long worn bridge just ahead, tic-tac-toe, she thought — what fun!

Her tiny little steps ever so carefully she crept, oh oh O is amiss — turning she went back.

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poetry

Always Something New to Learn

On WordPress!

What is a conversational poem? Dialogue poems vary in length and may involve arguments, conversations that tell stories, statements of varying perspectives and witty repartee. They usually involve two people who take turns talking. The conversation may sound natural or occur in rhyming verse, depending on the author. There are no precise rules for writing a dialogue poem; however, the poem is usually based on an exchange of dialogue between two people who approach a subject from different viewpoints. (source)

Okay I’ll try! Using these paint chips below: Now YOU Try!

“Let’s go into this Highlighter store,”
“Why?
“I like the name, HIGHLIGHTER STORE.”

“Forget it, been there, done that,
more like a Supernova store,
with a lot of nothing.”

“But look, they sell Lavender
scented Teddy Bears.”

“Oh-oh, there’s an Elephant in this room, look!
On the other hand, don’t look; let’s leave.”

“You act like you seen a dinosaur.”
“Not really! Just wanted to see
that movie playing titled,
WILD BLUE YONDER.”