We Shall Be Released

Susan and Marie were chained to the bed frame as they looked out of the window watching the Sun shining and Susan said, “Any day now, someone will come and save us and then our horrible parents will be sent to jail for how they have been treating us.”  Marie replied, “ You have been telling me the same thing for thirteen years now and I don’t think it is ever likely to happen.  We will never be able to outlast this torture and even though my brain is still fuzzy, I can see how much damage it has done to our siblings.”  Susan said, “We really got the bottom of the barrel when it comes to parents, as I don’t think that many other kids are held captive, starved and abused the way we are on a daily basis”, as she continued to stare out of the window.  The two girls were able to share these serene moments together indulging in their fantasy of being free one day, and making their way to the escarpment above the Donnybrook river, till the alarm woke up their parents and then they would dread the rest of the day.

They did try to escape one day and they successfully slipped out of their shackles, but they couldn’t get the front door open and the commotion that they made woke their mother up from her nap, which made them fail in their attempt and they just get more punishment.  They both had an interest in dancing and this helped them to connect with each other, as they each wanted to be a ballerina some day.  When their mom came in to unlock their chains, they knew that they had to go to the kitchen and prepare ham and eggs for their parents breakfast.  They would get spaghetti, like every other day and they had to follow the hierarchy, so they could only eat after their siblings had finished.

Today was Sunday, so the whole family was going to church and Susan and Marie were required to help their mother get dressed and they would be careful not to have another one of those nail polish nightmares, like when they spilled a few tiny drops on the floor and they were beaten for over a month for doing that.  Susan knew how to grit her teeth and walk the walk which helped her to endure any harsh punishment that was dealt to her.  She realized that her siblings had to watch her being punished, so she remained brave being overt which led her to become an effective advocate for them to look up to. Susan understood her place, but she kept a knife inside the cuff of her top in case she had to use it.  Sometimes you never know what is going to happen, so she also created a spice potion, that she could fling into the eyes of her abusers and if she ever saw the right slot to escape again, as she was more than ready to wheel out of there.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Outlast, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Spaghetti, for the Daily Spur prompt – Damage, for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #27, for FOWC with Fandango – Advocate, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Nail polish nightmares, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Overt, for Ragtag Community – Serene, for Sara’s Closet Full Of Notebooks Prompt – Fuzzy, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Ham Ballerina Interest, for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Hierarchy and for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle 147 – Connect Dread Frame Just Alarm Spice Place Potion Stare Commotion Fail Fantasy cuff, sometimes, grit, fling slot, effective, walk, tiny, watch, Donnybrook, escarpment, wheel.

My New Identity

The capitol grew rank in the summer heat, the humid streets clogged with sweating tourists and rats.  I made a concoction of orange zest, juniper berries and hibiscus petals which I added to my Tanqueray, as this juniper and hibiscus gin cocktail would help me to face the day.  I felt genuine, authentic, and comfortable about my transgender appearance and I was able to accept my new identity, but it was my duty to civilize all the rest of these barbarians who did not understand.  I have always known that I am a woman, even though I was born as a man.  I was expecting to be met with some acerbic remarks from those people who did not know that I was transitioning into a woman.  I needed to change out of my sweatpants, so I could go to court today and have the sex changed on my birth certificate and driver’s license.  I would also have my name changed from Daniel to Danielle.

I hoped this would be exciting and liberating, but I was prepared for the scary and difficult when I gave my friends and family an explanation about my new identity.  I knew that my brother would grin and make endless jokes about my new body, but deep down he would understand better than most of the others, because he is gay.  Should I dress sexy or demure, there are so many choices when you are a lady and I have all these new outfits to wear.  I would like to show off my new boobs, but I don’t want to look like a stripper.  Before when I was a man, I could just grab something that looks clean, not too wrinkled and out the door I went.  I should have taken a course in time management, as this decision process of choosing the right outfit was already starting to bug me.  I checked the weather report and I found something that I thought was appropriate, provocative and it felt exciting.  I finished off my look wearing a scarlet begonia tucked into the curls of my hair.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Civilize, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Grin, for the Daily Spur prompt – Explanation, for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday hosted by Dylan, for FOWC with Fandango – Authentic, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Juniper and hibiscus, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Transgender, for Ragtag Community – Acerbic, for Sara’s Closet Full Of Notebooks Prompt 309 – Time management, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Sweatpants Court Begonia and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Endless.

Just A Fool

Day after day that man climbs the hill.  He is skinny looking, a bit like Ichabod Crane and he doesn’t appear to have enough sense to come in out of the rain.  Nobody wanted to know him, as they all felt that he’s just a fool with his head up in the clouds.  Sara was a newbie in town and she felt that the people were being cruel to him, so she walked across the grass and up the hill to meet the strange man.  She introduced herself and asked the man how he was doing.  He said, “My name is Boojum Snark and I feel fine.”  Sara told him that she never heard the name Boojum before and then she asked him how he got that unusual name.  Boojum said, “I was born under a boojum tree and boojum is actually a phenomenon in physics associated with superfluid helium.”

Sara said, “I had no idea, but out of all of the laws in physics I find superfluidity to be the best methods for understanding how black holes behave.  I saw a video of helium that was cooled down to the point where it was able to do things that other fluids can’t, this superfluid liquid can flow without friction and climb up and over the sides of a dish, and remain motionless when its container is spun.  Do you mind me asking you why you are always walking back and forth on the top of this hill?”  Boojum said, “I saw a spot of darkness one day, which I think may have been caused by photons falling into a wormhole and leaving a tiny empty space behind, so if there is a wormhole here, I hope that I can find it.  It is not very big, probably only about the size of a pin, but seeing it that one time has kept me fascinated, due to the potential that it could allow faster-than-light travel and maybe even time travel.”

Boojum grabbed a tissue to wipe his eyes as he continued, “I wish that we did not make such a mess out of this planet, but since we did and there is no reset button for us to press, we may have to start over on another planet.  I want to improve space travel and I will keep trying to find a stable wormhole, as I feel it is here and I know that I am close.”  Sara said, “Sometimes I feel like I want to ditch this whole universe, but what if the wormhole took me to a place that was full of dinosaurs and it gave no overt sign of containing any wine or lasagna.  For now, I am happy seeing a wormhole on my desktop, as I have no desire to travel to the distant regions of the universe and make contact with alien civilizations and risk getting lost in the immensity of dark space.”

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Improve, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Pin, for Mathew’s Daily Inkling prompt – I feel fine, for the Daily Spur prompt – Hope, for FOWC with Fandango – Newbie, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – That one time, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Overt, for Ragtag Community – Grass, for Sara’s Closet Full Of Notebooks Prompt 308 – Reset button, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Desktop Lasagna Tissue, for Sue Vincent’s August 15, 2019 Thursday Photo Prompt – Man on a hill and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Wish.

Meet The New Boss

I drove to Fresno on my vacation, as I always wanted to see those Underground Gardens that were created by Baldassare Forestiere which consist of Roman-catacombs-inspired subterranean passages and courtyards.  I took this trip in order to enhance my wellbeing, as things at work got real hard for me to handle.  My work was never given the attention that it deserved, as I was always being kept in the shadow of my boss who would steal all of my good ideas.  He was a backstabbing glory hog who always presented my ideas, claiming that they were his to make up for his own shortcomings.  I purposely made mistakes on my last report, deciding this was the time to pick my battle.  As expected, he took all the credit and that lead to his destruction and now I am the boss and hopefully this will be for keeps.

The promotion came with a one month vacation which was fortuitous, but now I would be required to play golf, so I could mingle with the clients.  My game was OK, but I never had enough time for this sport and I needed to work on my loft, because I had a tendency to hit a lot of balls along the ground and that would cause me a lot of trouble at the course where my company membership was.  I decided to check out some of the parks in Fresno and I went to Woodward Regional Park which has a bird sanctuary and a Japanese garden.

Next on my list was an hour and a half drive to Yosemite National Park where I wanted to check out the waterfalls. California’s Sierra Nevada mountains are so serene with the giant, ancient sequoia trees and the granite cliffs of El Capitan and Half Dome.  I was lucky enough to get to see the spotted bat, with its huge ears and vivid white spots, which I knew was a resident of the park.  I went to the Ansel Adams Gallery and I picked up one of his nude pictures to decorate my new office.  I checked out the shops and I bought a cotton tee-shirt which looks great on me and then I went to a restaurant and had squid for lunch.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Destruction, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Bat, for the Daily Spur prompt – Handle, for FOWC with Fandango – Shadow, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – For keeps, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Loft, for Ragtag Community – Fortuitous, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Squid Cotton Fresno, for GC and Sue W Weekly Prompts – Parks and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Wellbeing.


Scammers take advantage of people by requesting money or personal information and they do this by promising things like easy money, great bargains, inside knowledge or a caring relationship for those who are looking for romantic partners. Scams can come in many forms, and they will target you by coming to your front door, call you on the telephone, send you an email online and through your mobile devices.  They will try to get you to reveal your personal details, stealing your information, or they are even able to get some people to willingly hand over their cash to them.  If something sounds too good to be true, it usually is.  Nowadays everyone has to be careful, you just never know when the scammers will strike.

It’s the little things that you need to pay attention to, like if you receive a call and you hear them say, “You owe money to the IRS”, which is scary because this government agency would have the authority to take your money, but since the IRS does not permit their agents to contact people by phone, you just need to hang up.  Scammers are modern day equivalent to the pirates of old, but instead of using a cutlass, skulls and shackles, they use phishing, which is the fraudulent attempt to steal your sensitive information such as usernames, passwords, credit card details and your Social Security Number by tricking you because they can disguise themselves as a trustworthy entity in any electronic communication that is transmitted.  They would be happy to take everything from you, even the kitchen sink and the FBI’s Internet Crime Complaint Center reported that people lost $30 million to a symphony of phishing schemes in one year.

Scammers are the lowest of the low and they will try to use your own words and voice to trap you into shady financial agreements.  They will use questions to trick you into saying “yes”, like asking you the question, “Can you hear me?” and the moment you respond in the affirmative which would be the instinctive response, this voice signature of yours can be used later by the scammers to pretend that they are you to authorize fraudulent charges.  If you’re searching for a new apartment and you see a spacious dream pad well below market value that’s too good to be true, be careful as you could become the victim of an apartment-rental scam.  Don’t hand over any of your money till you have physically seen the apartment, because you might end up renting an apartment that has already been leased, as scammers have been known to copy the original ad and then they rent the apartment without the real owner’s knowledge.

Scammers seem to enjoy preying on the elderly and one day this scammer got an 83 year old lady to give him access to her PC.  She was playing with him the whole time when he asked her if she had a magenta button on her screen and he told her to click on it, she knew just how to deal with this guy.  She had been using computers since before he was born and when he directed her to download something and he said that she could trust him, that is when she hacked him, gave him a computer virus, and placed all of his photos online, to make him feel afraid and give him back the karma that he deserved.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Karma, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Take, for Mathew’s Daily Inkling prompt – It’s the little things, for the Daily Spur prompt – Permit, for FOWC with Fandango – Authority, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Skulls and shackles, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Transmitted, for Ragtag Community – Spacious, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Kitchen Magenta Symphony and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Lady.

King Of The Road

Data said, “She is coming in for a landing and she is so much cooler than Kitt form Night Rider.”  Number Five said, “Yea I want to test drive that baby, she is one real tripped out machine.”  C4QR said, “If I had one of them, I would be the king of the road and I would be able to get any girl or maybe even a half a dozen to sit under the poplar tree with me.  I could put in my tunes and pump up the volume and have my drinks shaken and not stirred, because that is how I have been hardwired.”  C4QR received a brusque response from Data who said, “Your rigorous efforts to find your special someone will always leave you feeling downtrodden, because you are not putting yourself out there, you can’t just search for women on the internet, otherwise you will end up being single forever.  You will never find that truly amazing relationship, until you wake up and stop being so obstinate.”

Number Five said, “You should try to stop being so inconspicuous, or else no girl will ever notice you and it would be a good idea to put that xylophone away, as nobody wants to hear that.  You are too skinny and that makes the girls think that you are dying from starvation, or emaciated.  That spittle you have running from your mouth and that lisp of yours are enough to turn any girl off and make them traipse away.  The way you dress with that knit sweater that is so out of style will keep any girl from wanting to cuddle with you.”  C4QR said, “Thanks for that sprig of knowledge, but why don’t you tell me how you really feel?”  Number Five said, “Honestly I wish you were a mirage, so I didn’t have to be embarrassed by you.”

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Obstinate, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Up, for the Daily Spur prompt – Road, for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #26, for FOWC with Fandango – Inconspicuous, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Half a dozen, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Sprig, for Ragtag Community – Wake, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Xylophone Mirage Lisp, for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Knit and for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #146, hosted by Yves where the prompts are Poplar Tree Brusque Traipse Rigorous Shaken Pump Downtrodden Starvation Cuddle Spittle Hardwired Forever.

Swimming Upstream

We worked out our whole trip while sitting at this table in a coffee shop.  This was going to bring us the adventure of a lifetime.  We found out that we both enjoyed nature and we could not wait to get things started.  We were going to the Amazon jungle, more specifically the rainforest and we soaked our tent in lacquer to make it waterproof and it would still remain pliable.  We had no idea what we would find there, but Joe was a dentist and last year we went to the Pacific Northwest together and had a great time fishing for salmon while they were swimming upstream.  Joe likes to drink and sometimes he becomes three sheets to the wind, and that always makes me giggle when he gets that way.  I will take a shot every now and then, but I tend to watch my consumption, so Joe can count on me to be the responsible one.

This was my first trip out of the country, so I had to get a passport which caused me some problems.  I had just burned my fingers on my grill and when they took my fingerprints, they came out all smudged and the guy said, “Hey who is the thumbprint thief”, because he had to keep trying to get a readable image.  I told him that I was not part of any terrorist cell and that I wouldn’t have the gumption to try and pull any tricks on him.  He finally got something that was readable although he did say it was not ideal.  I guess I was there so long that maybe a layer of my skin had finally grown back in.

We both kept hearing the news about global warming and we figured that we should go before the rainforest up and disappeared altogether.  Glaciers were melting and the state of the environment was a real concern for both of us.  Joe held the view that the world was going to hell in a hand basket, but I was not sure what the deal was, although I knew it was bad.  After an exciting taxi adventure we made it to the airport and we boarded our plane for the 10 hour flight.  I will tell you all about the rest of our trip when we get back, that is if we ever do make it back.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Pliable, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Find, for Mathew’s Daily Inkling prompt – Taxi adventure, for the Daily Spur prompt – Ideal, for FOWC with Fandango – Layer, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – The thumbprint thief, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Lacquer, for Ragtag Community – Gumption, for Sunday Photo Fiction hosted by Donna Photo from Morguefile, for the Sunday Whirl Wordle 416 prompts – sheets shot wait bring found watch cell deal state held news count, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Dentist Salmon Rainforest and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Giggle.


“How can you be so juvenile?”, Maggie asked.  Don snapped back, “I beg to differ about your assertion, you narcissist.  Even though Creedence sang songs about the bayou, they came from San Francisco where they led an unencumbered life.  John Fogerty was intrepid, especially when he played harmonica.  Stephen Foster was from Pittsburgh and he wrote ‘Swanee River’ long before he ever visited the South and although as a child he did visit Kentucky before writing ‘My Old Kentucky Home’, he never really lived there.  John had never been to Mississippi when he wrote ‘Proud Mary’, and he also never went to Louisiana before he wrote ‘Born on the Bayou’.”

Maggie replied, “Well I will always identify him with the South and I have been following Creedence Clearwater Revival since their first hit single ‘Suzie Q’, which was a hit for Dale Hawkins in 1957.  If you know so much about this group, then tell me who the song ‘Fortunate Son’ was written about and what movie did it appear in?”  “That is way too easy”, Don said.  ‘Fortunate Son’ is about Dwight Eisenhower’s son David who married Julie Nixon and you can get a glimpse of this song in the 1994 film Forrest Gump.  Without Creedence, we would never have had garage punk and you can write a Post-It post about that.”  Maggie said, “I was up on stage dancing with them when they played Woodstock.  I bet you can’t beat that.”  Don said, “This is not a competition and sometimes you can be a real nut, wait I take that back, I meant to say a walnut, living in Walnut Grove Minnesota around Plum Creek as you seem to be in your own world like Laura Ingalls Wilder.”

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Juvenile, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Identity, for Mathew’s Daily Inkling prompt – Post-It post, for the Daily Spur prompt – Stage, for FOWC with Fandango – Differ, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – An unencumbered life, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Bayou, for Ragtag Community – Intrepid, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Narcissist Harmonica Walnut and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Glimpse.


Poetry should be pleasing to the ear, it needs an esthetic connection with beauty like a teeny weeny polka dot bikini, something everyone wants to look at.  Poetry can be used to express your feelings and ideas in your own distinctive style and rhythm.  Poetry is created by carefully choosing and arranging your words and when they are able to stir a reader’s imagination or emotions that is the essence of artistic writing.  Words are grouped to carry meaning, thus creating a delicate balance for writers, forcing them to juggle between which words they will choose to give them the most lasting return on their efforts.  Not everyone has the capacity for poetry, but people try even if they only end up hiccupping haikus out wave by wave.

There is no single definition of poetry, but if you have patience and some mental abilities, it can be learned through practice. You may start writing something and then have a change of heart and decide to scrap it and start over, which is often done. You may write your best stuff when you are relaxing at home in a comfortable nest, or possibly poetry may come to you in your dreams.  You never know where your inspiration will come from, but you must open the gate and let it in when it comes knocking.  You will probably never get rich from digging a ditch, but if you construct a fortified counterscarp to protect your moat, you could end up being the king of your castle.

You will never be able to make someone love you, all you can do is put yourself out there and hope to find someone who can be loved.  Nothing can humiliate a person more than having their heart broken, but instead of crying about your situation, write a poem and express your feelings, as that should make you feel better.  Join the MeToo movement and turn your tragic experience into something that can be shared with others and give them hope.  Write something that makes your heart pound, something about that barracuda who took advantage of you.  You can engage in a gaslight poem, which is the systematic psychological manipulation of a victim when the reality they just experienced didn’t actually happen, which could make for great reading.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Humiliate, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Capacity, for Mathew’s Daily Inkling prompt – Change of heart, for the Daily Spur prompt – Gate, for FOWC with Fandango – Nest, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Hiccupping haikus, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Counterscarp, for Ragtag Community – Return, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Wave Gaslight Barracuda and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Delicate.

Better In The Shade

“I got to get out of this heat, let’s head over to that stone chamber”, said Jim.  Janet said, “I don’t know, it looks pretty creepy in there.  Do you know what is weird, shade doesn’t actually make the temperature any cooler.  It stays the same whether or not you are in the sun or in the shade.  It just feels cooler in the shade because you are away from solar radiation, which makes our bodies feel hotter.  Thermometers are always placed in the shade instead of sunlight, so the instrument won’t get heated by the solar radiation, causing the thermometer to display the temperature of the instrument, instead of the temperature of the surrounding air.”

Jim said, “Aren’t you a fountain of knowledge and it’s not creepy as I don’t see any spiders, scorpions, snakes or bats and if they do happen to drop by, I will protect you.  I have some cold lemonade and you have that strudel, so let’s take a little break.”  Janet said, “I know what you are up to, as you have been trying to get into my pants since our first date.  If it is going to happen, I will let you know, so until then try staying in your lane.”  A tear came to Jim’s eyes and he said, “When I make my move you will know it, as I am not the kind of guy that will pressure anyone or try to create some sham to coercive you into doing something that you do not want.”  Janet said, “You are so sensitive, as I was just leaving the thought in your mind to keep you excited and was that a real tear, as I thought I saw a watery fluid coming out of your eyes.”

Jim let out a laugh and he said, “ No it was my contacts and I probably need to put some more solution in my eyes.  I have not added any since Seven AM this morning and they are starting to dry out.  Let’s take a selfie here to memorialize our trip. It looks like it may rain, so we should get comfortable here and I brought along some schnapps, which I have not tried yet and it is called Jellyfish jolts.”  Janet said, “Now that is creepy!”

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Memorialize, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Weird, for Mathew’s Daily Inkling prompt – Staying in your lane, for the Daily Spur prompt – Morning, for FOWC with Fandango – Creepy, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Jellyfish jolts, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Strudel, for Ragtag Community – Sham, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Seven Solution Laugh, for Sue Vincent’s August 8, 2019 Thursday Photo Prompt – Stone chamber and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Tear.