Daily Post One Word Challenge


The Voices never stop. Sometimes one, sometimes more, all yelling, all telling me what to do. I don’t want to listen, but I can’t escape. ‘Kill somebody.’ ‘Kill your sister.’ ‘Kill your dog.’

Kill seemed to be the only linking word between their demands.  Kill. Kill. Kill. But did I want to kill?  Of course, I did. I knew I should, I knew if the Voices told me something I had to obey. They were Gods, weren’t they?  Who else talked in my mind? Only Gods. Only gods.

‘Kill your mother.’ ‘Kill that stranger on the street corner.’ ‘Kill, kill, kill!’

I felt like….. Manson. Dreamed about blood splashed on walls and ceiling, dripping like rain to patter the floor red. Maybe I was Manson. Manson re-born… but wait, was he dead?  Did he need to be dead to be re-born?

They were getting louder, those voices, harder, meaner; always pulling my mind into corners where I didn’t want to go. But. I. Had.To. Kill.

I just didn’t have to kill those people….


Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer

FFfAW – Week of 3-29 through 04-04-2016 (175)

photo-20160328032234526This week’s photo prompt is provided by S. Writings.

A Bunch of Bull

“It’s not like we have much choice,” she mooed, rolling her eyes until they nearly disappeared under the red and green flowers decorating her eyelid.

“Least you have flowers,” he snorted, “I got freaking leaves and some funky blue vines.”

You want flowers? I’ll give you flowers, she didn’t say. Right up your derriere.

“And I’m starved.”

“He promised it was only a week,” she reasoned. A week, for heaven’s sake. What had she been thinking?

“And what about these ears?” he continued.  “What are they?  Freaking seashells? Mouth end of a balloon?”

“Ears, dear,” she replied, sounding more patient than possible given the circumstances.

“My eyes are yellow, for cikes sake. Yellow!  What self-respecting bull has yellow eyes? Red horns?  What am I? The devil?  We bulls have a bad enough reputation as it, I don’t need some freaking artist…..”

She tuned him out. Males never changed.

She’d be getting that divorce.

Sunday Photo Fiction – March 27th 2016


I stood back, lips pursed in what I hoped was a thoughtful look. What the heck could I say about this latest hair-brained scheme And the tears after?

“It’s… red.”

“Just think,” she crowed. “Galaxy Transportation in bold letters across the side.”

“Won’t it be hard to drive or eh…whatever?”

She slapped my shoulder. “Not with the new engine. She’ll fly straight, get us to the destination quick-as-a-wink.”


“Realized carbonization. Break proof.”


She laughed. “Rubberized galglootamate. Ready for the maiden flight?”

“Well…. I do have errands to run….”

She grabbed my arm, pulling me forward. “It won’t be bad, I promise.”

“Like a crash isn’t bad,” I mumbled, letting her drag me towards the bus. I settled back into the front seat, snapping closed the seat belt.



The engine sputtered several times and then roared to life. The bus shook and rattled before lurching to a start, barreling down the road, picking up speed. The next thing I knew the bus wobbled once, twice, then slowly began to rise off the pavement. The ground fell away below us.

“What the…?”

With a whoop, she yelled, “Mars here we come!”





National Weed Appreciation Day… March 28th

Who knew??

It's All in Finding the Right Words

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Shame on you… I know what you were thinking.

No… Not that kind of weed!

We’re talking…

  • Yallow … even though the yallow has beautifully-minute white flowers
  • The daisy weed … again, a lovely daisy flower on top
  • The creeping thistle… The pricks are awful, but the purple blossom is lovely! We like roses?
  • Ground ivy… It smells great when you mow it! We plant lavender for its smell on purpose?
  • Greater plantain… They have splendid towers of green seed pods
  • Selfheal… an irksome weed with a gorgeous purple flower
  • The creeping buttercup… aren’t buttercups a nice flower?
  • Sheep’s sorrel… with a fine pinkish-red seed pod tower
  • Common ragworts… a weed with intricate star-shaped flowers
  • The dandelion with its brilliant yellow buds stretching toward the sky
  • White clover… I thought that a four-leafer was to bring luck?

I wonder who decided…

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