An upgrade

“Errmm, where is it? Gesturing at the empty spot.

“Old tank? I traded it in, thought if you became my Mrs and we had an ankle biter in the future, we should get something … you know family friendly.” He replied in a gruff voice starring above her head at the spot.

Whispering softly “Is that your twisted attempt at a proposal?”

Shrugging his shoulder, he waited. His face a stoic mask of calmness, his eyes a globe of love rotating in hope.

With tears in her eyes and a wobbly smile across her lips “You’re a big softie.”

“Yeah, am Winnie the pooh trapped in the hulks body.” They both laughed at the silly notion.

“You start going all soft and girlie on me and the deal is out of the window. So what’s it gonna be?”

“Trust you to spoil the moment. Yes to you, ankle biter and all, I love you. Come on, let’s go in you big mallee bull.”

“I love you too.” Arms around her neck he pulled her in for a kiss.

Source: Pixabay free images.

In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph was provided and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories.

Written for Nablopomo day ten.

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Nurture

Seven times the seed has been sown. Seven times they failed to soar.

They say the soil is arid: scorched beyond its crust it chars every seed.

Rain drops cease to pour, the heavens are vexed. The sun blazes down on us like the inferno of hell attempting to rid us of life.

Some say its natures curse, others say it’s the price for our sins.

Salvaging my hope and yearning spirit, I escape.

Today in my arms lie a fresh plant though not of my soil, it will be nourished by an overflowing heart.

PHOTO PROMPT - © Connie Gayer (Mrs. Russell)
PHOTO PROMPT – © Connie Gayer (Mrs. Russell)

Sorry people if the story and picture don’t add up. I thought the picture below was the prompt and only realized my mistake when it was time to credit the photo.Dust Bowl

In response to Friday fictioneers writing challenge hosted by Rochelle.  The picture was provided by Connie Gayer (Mrs. Russell) and the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting it, thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.

Also written for NaBloPoMo day four.

Uncertain.

A sprinkle of goose bumps covered her slender arms as the taxi drove past the statue, mentally trying to shake off the eerie feeling she reflected on a similar occurrence in the past. Then, it had been her mum’s pendant that gave her the shivers as she stripped before her first client. She never wore it again except on Sundays when for some weird reason she pulled the weirdest clients ever.

Mum interpreted eerie feelings as a sign of impending evil, your conscience vibrating from clanging alarm bells. Talk about a classical old wives tale. Her first client had been a breeze, nerve wrecking, but still a breeze. Today would be no different except this time she would get paid twice for jumping the same client, who wouldn’t love that. The taxi came to a halt in front of the hotel, smiling wistfully she attempted once more to shake off the eerie feeling.


In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph was provided by Sonya – at only a 100 words, the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories.

Written for Nablopomo day three.

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Turning edges

She lived a life that some would describe as being on edge: the edge at a corner to be precise.

Starring unseeingly beyond the cloud of thick nicotine fog into a dark future contorted by disillusion and charred picket fences. She was the poster girl for broken dreams.

Flicking the cigarette stub in the bin she approached the dressing table, time to get ready. First, foundation, then concealer. Slowly her transformation into an innocent sexual minx was complete, all that was left was a faded pink lipstick perfect to offset her dark bold eyes.

Putting on the dark purple jumpsuit she smiled, it was perfect: tight enough to entice, understated enough to elude memory shortly after. For her target, however, the memory would linger beyond the clothes if only for a while.

No more penny chasing: tonight the edge turns a corner, a sharp corner. What was it they said about branching out …

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham


Written by Chioma I.N

In response to the mondaysfinishthestory flash fiction challenge hosted by Barbara. The picture and the first sentence are provided and you have to complete the story in 100- 150 words. Click on the link to read others stories. Thanks Barbara for providing the picture.

Also written for the nablopomo challenge day 2.

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The rising.

PHOTO PROMPT - © Dale Rogerson
PHOTO PROMPT – © Dale Rogerson

Silence is to solitude what cymbals is to celebration, but neither is an indication of true peace or happiness. Depth connotes wisdom and stirrings of ominous spirits, ignorantly the shallow becomes a demystified safe haven. Questions are contemplated where answers abound: answers are indoctrinated where questions suffocate the mind, such is the murkiness that man has created out of the shallow or is it the deep machination of his mind? Unbeknown to them a monster beats in all rising from where we once mistook silent and shallow to mean safe and secure.


In response to Friday fictioneers writing challenge hosted by Rochelle.  The picture was provided by Dale Rogerson and the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting it, thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.

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Image source: Pixabay.

Tapping her shoulder in a gentle caress “Grace, Grace get-up darling. I didn’t know the meeting would linger this much.”

“I meant to put a call through letting you know not to wait up, but it must have slipped my mind.” he continued.

“I tried to stay awake, guess boredom won over my romantic musings” she said on a yawn as she attempted standing by herself.

“I’ll make it up to you, take you anywhere you want over the weekend.” He smiled into her eyes, she smiled back: her love for him laid bare on the altar of her soul. They both knew he was lying, it was only a matter of time.

“Cut!” Screamed the director. “That was awesome everyone take three.”

If only they knew the scene was a perfect reflection of her life, only in her case, she was the one out of love with him. The divorce would be announced once the production was over, she couldn’t be asked to deal with nasty paparazzi while on set.


In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph was provided and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories.

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Preying vulture.

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

“”I watched the vulture looking at me hungrily as I lay on the ground bleeding and injured.” I had nothing to be ashamed of; the battle had been brutal, but I fought as any valiant knight would, defending home and hearth. Closing my eyes to embrace the soothing blindness of death, I hear the song from my youth “Food, glorious food! Hot sausage and mustard!While we’re in the mood …” The vultures song beaconing more of it’s kind to feast upon my flesh.” He recited the story, eyes dead locked to a perfect match across the room.

“I never thought I would live to see the day when my son became the vulture preying on me.” He continued

“Enough of your theatrics father; no one is a vulture and no one is preying upon on your dead soul. I am only taking what is rightfully mine.”

“Rightfully yours under false pretences and guile?” holding his gaze, seeking a reason to save the vulture from the elusive trap ahead.


Written by Chioma I.N

In response to the mondaysfinishthestory flash fiction challenge hosted by Barbara. The picture and the first sentence are provided and you have to complete the story in 100- 150 words. Click on the link to read others stories.

Thanks Barbara for providing the picture.

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Be thankful challenge.

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Life has a variety of issues that can drive us mad, make us sad or contemplate becoming indifferent to what’s around us, but there’s even more to be thankful for. When I read Millie’s post here I was reminded once more that it’s more rewarding both physically and emotionally to ignore the negatives and focus on the positives. Thank you Millie for nominating me.

rules

* Share this image (top one) in your blog post
* Write about 5 people in your life you are thankful for
* Write about 5 things in 2015 that you are thankful for
* Spread the love and challenge 5 other blogs to take part.


Five people I am thankful for: I will keep this short 

  1. My husband: for supporting our little family to the best of his abilities. For being the voice of caution and reasoning when my impatient mind dreams up numerous mountains and adventures to pursue. I don’t always like it at the time, but in hindsight he does make sense. ∗annoying much – sometimes∗ ;-).
  2. My daughter: you’ve made me grow up so much, dare so much and dream even bigger. I feared at first that your teenage years would be horrendous, but as I weave your hair, give you a bath and pray with you at night, I say bring on the teenage years. No matter what happens I have no doubt that we’ll make each other better in the long run.
  3. My mum: she has been tremendously understanding and accommodating especially as we haven’t been in the same room for the last three years. We have become wonderful friends though as she prays for me and guides me through the steps of raising baby L.
  4. My siblings: they have all pitched in to help me with the different turns of my dreams and career path. I dump things on you guys last minute and you still hold up your end. Thank you.
  5. My friends and blogging community: need I say more. Thank you for every link clicked, every word read, every like button pressed, every comment written, every critique given and most importantly every new follower added.

Five things I am thankful for this year:

  1. A healthy family: we have had some minor illnesses here and there, but thankfully everyone is fine.
  2. A seemingly defined life path for next year which is more than I had coming into 2015. Only time will tell how defined it is. 😉
  3. My blog and growing blog family: you have been an awesome family. You helped me find my foot in this year. When the blog is a year old I would do a proper thanksgiving filled with ‘owambe dance’ and rice. (Customary traits of a Nigerian thanksgiving)
  4. An opportunity to volunteer and learn new things in my community.
  5. Finally my friends: on-line, in the community and back home. You guys have been nothing short of amazing.

Nominations: anyone out there who wants to take part in being thankful, please jump right in.

On the bus.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ron Pruitt

“Ahhh which bus are you taking? Oh, I forgot, today is ‘Vincent Fridays’.” rolling her eyes in mock understanding.

Sticking my tongue out at her “Na you know, as if ‘uncle’ won’t be coming to see you tomorrow.”

“Hmmm, whatever happens don’t sha let him eat the ‘hot yam’ keep the lid on the pot.”

“Youuuu! Clean-up your gutter mind joor.”

Boarding the bus, I unconsciously perused my fellow passengers nothing weird there. Minutes later the bus left the park.

Addressing everyone the conductor requested for the fare “Abeg make una bring money come.”

And then the drama started.

99 words


The picture brought back lots of bus memories from home, not necessarily tour buses rather regular intra-city buses. The story is written in pidgin English and is best read as though you a reading regular English text. Bus fares are usually paid on the bus and having a large currency note often means a verbal fight with the conduct to get your change back:: sometimes it even becomes physical. Some words are explained further down and the story is expanded as well.

In response to Friday fictioneers writing challenge hosted by Rochelle.  The picture was provided by Ron Pruitt and the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting it, see you next week.

Thank you for stopping by…do click on the link to read other stories.


Wearing a face designed to communicate my street rugged personality and possibly bar any rude remarks from him, I stretched out my one thousand naira note towards the conductor.

“Wetin be dis, you no hear when I talk say I no get one thousand or five hundred naira change.”

It must be my work clothes and smooth make-up that gave me up, I was going to have to do more than a face to get out of this one.

“I did not hear anything. Besides it’s evening you can’t say you don’t have change at this time.” I replied in my meanest voice ever.

“Driver abeg stop this bus! Who you dey speak english for, you think say I be your boyfriend. Commot from my bus and you go pay for the place wey I don carry you reach oh!”

“How will I pay you, when I don’t have any other money?

“Dat wan no be my problem, I say stop this bus make this idiot waka commot.” By now his shouting and spewing saliva on those close to him whilst pressing in his sweaty body into their faces as he demonstrates his anger.

“No dey rub me dirty joor” one of the passenger next to him cries.

“Conduct e never reach that level, bring the one thousand naira come. I get change” Called a voice, she saved the day.

But not quite as another fight started again … oh the life of a Lagos state bus commuter.


Abeg: means please.

Una: means you people.

Wetin be dis: means what is this?

Who you dey?: means who are you?

Commot: leave

Waka commot: walk out

Eat hot yam: refers to having sex

e: it

Perfect morning.

Oh wow! Such a beautiful, refreshing sight first thing on a soon to be hectic Saturday morning. This was turning out to be a perfect morning. Wait! where’s my camera? Can’t get to that right now, my phone, yes that should do.

Reaching into her pyjama pockets she pulls out an iPhone six taking extra effort to stay perfectly calm; wouldn’t want to startle the butterfly. She was so excited, been awhile she enjoyed such a sight. Camera focused, perfect view and …

“Mummy, I want juice.” called a high-pitched voice shattering the moment. Butterfly gone, hands shaking, camera focus offset, resultant image blurred.

There goes my hope of enjoying a few minutes by myself.

“Morning darling.”

Note to self: next time shut the garden door that way I can hear her coming.

It was still a perfect morning, not really how I imagined it.

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In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph was provided and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories.

Thank you TJ Paris for the picture, thank you for stopping by.