Deflating One’s Ego

21 Jul

Written for:

Sunday Photo Fiction: July 20th 2014

Heads up..slightly naughty..

69 07 July 20th 2014

Nancy was insanely jealous of her older sister. Linda would just step out the door and the boys would come running like ants to a picnic while she went unnoticed. “If I could just grow some boobies” she grumbled as she checked her profile in the mirror hoping to see some improvement. Mama told her to stop worrying and just be herself but what did she know?

The girls had just arrived at their grandparent’s for a weekend sleep over and as usual Linda was the center of attention. “Not this time!” Nancy thought ..

After hooking on one of her sister’s bras, Nancy inserted two water-filled balloons. She had been very careful to ensure that they appeared of equal size. She pulled on a tee-shirt that stretched to its seams and stepped into the street and headed to where a group of boys were playing street soccer.

Because of her inability to see her feet, she tripped over someones backpack and fell flat on her face; her “breasts” exploding like an A-bomb.


16 Jul

Written for: Friday Fictioneers

18 July 2014

PHOTO PROMPT - Copyright - Adam Ickes

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Adam Ickes


John had an appointment with the * small business loans * director at his local bank. He felt very nervous as he was shown into the office with his business plan in hand. As he took his seat he could not help staring at the ram that stood in the corner. Noticing his gaze, the director simply stated that it was his financial advisor.

After presenting his case, John was told that he would have a reply within the hour. He thanked the man and left.

“So what do you think Marvin?” queried the manager

“Naaaaa” replied the advisor.

Shooting Stars

15 Jul


Carpe Diem Haiku Kai Shadow #2, Shooting Stars


perseid showers

listening to whispered prayers

when all hope seems lost


pmc 15/07/14


Gone Fishing

13 Jul

Written for :

Sunday Photo Fiction: July 13th 2014

68 07 July 13th 2014

Henry rowed his boat out to his favorite spot in the middle of the cove. At seventy-five years old it took him a little longer each time he came. No matter, he figured he still had a few good years of fishing ahead of him. It was his fondest wish to catch ” old George” reportedly the largest bass ever seen in these parts. He had never spotted it himself but had heard the stories of fellow fishermen who had almost landed the brute.

Suddenly his pole bent in a large arc as it caught on something far below. “No freaking way..” he thought excitedly as he slowly reeled in his prize. It took monumental effort to turn the handle yet strangely enough the fish did not put up a fight.

Suddenly his catch bobbed to the surface causing him to jump back in horror and nearly fall in the water. He found himself face to face with the bloated body of his wife who he had  tearfully reported missing a month before.

“Damn” he said to himself ” I knew I should have used a heavier stone..”

Best Friends

11 Jul

Written for:

Light and Shade Challenge Friday 11 July 2014

This time I chose the quote  

Sometimes when we are generous in small, barely detectable ways it can change someone else’s life forever.
Margaret Cho, weblog, 03-11-04
Best friends
Martha  dunked her doughnut into her drink then angrily bit off a  large chunk. I tried not to smile as a rivulet of coffee made its way down her bare arm.  “How could he lead me on like that?” she grumbled through her mouth full of boston crème “all men are pigs!”
Although she and I have been best friends since second grade she  has never looked at me as an available male, just as her buddy.
“Pity” I thought as I fought the urge to  kiss the powdered sugar that clung to her lips..

Standing Ovation

11 Jul

Written for:

Light and Shade Challenge Monday 7 July 2014

Images courtesy of

Standing Ovation

We were the underdogs in the tournament so it was with immense pleasure that we won the pivotal game against the hometown favorites, and in their own stadium to boot.

As my mates and I made our way to our locker room I could hear the crowd chanting my name..


I turned around and made my way back up the ramp to the playing field outside. My head was swollen with pleasure and my heart literally pounded out of my chest as I ran to receive my ovation. I was a hero!

As I stepped into the sunlight a shoe hit me square on the forehead, a second one just grazing my shoulder. I ducked for cover as a plethora of footwear rained down from the bleachers.


they all screamed..

The Tempest

9 Jul

Written for: Friday Fictioneers

11 July 2014

PHOTO PROMPT - Copyright - Kelly Sands

The Tempest

We knew instinctively that a storm was brewing when we heard father struggling to unlock the appartement door as he hurled obscenities at mother through the thin veneer. She signaled us to hide.

We cowered together in the back of the closet, eyes shut tightly barely daring to breathe,  as the war raged in the other room, a cacophony of voices and breaking furniture.

Suddenly there was silence, the thing I feared the most. My brother pulled me in tighter as footsteps drew near..

The Campanologist

6 Jul

Written for:

Sunday Photo Fiction: July 6th 2014

67 07 July 6th 2014Hundreds of townsfolk packed into the local church as the bell slowly tolled twenty-one times. One for each mangled corpse.

No one, not even the preacher, dared to utter the words that laid silent on everyone’s lips. A werewolf lay hidden in our midst.

People lived in a state of heightened awareness, watching family, friends and co-workers for the slightest change of behavior. The scent of mistrust lingered everywhere.

I dropped the silken rope as the last ring pealed out and made my way down the outside of the belfry to wait for the service to end, unaware that I was leaving muddy footprints in my wake…


5 Jul

written for:

Light and Shade Challenge Friday 4 July 2014

Image courtesy of

some men got together to measure

something that would give her great pleasure

she stroked every one

and when she was done

chose the carpet she knew she would treasure



28 Jun

Written for:

Light and Shade Challenge Friday 27 June 2014

Picture by saavem on


Mark had been out on the porch talking to his brother for over an hour. Martha passed the open window not meaning to eavesdrop..

Ya, she really looks like crap

you should be embarrassed to be seen with her in public

Guess I’m stuck ’till I can find a decent replacement

Several minutes later Mark comes indoors, unaware that his world is about to shatter. He pecks his seething wife on her cheek..

John and I are going out tomorrow to look at cars. I think old Betsy is on her last legs…

Martha is unable to stop the frying pan mid swing..



Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 713 other followers