At Last We Were Free – 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#157 and 5 Photos – 5 Days Challenge Day 5


In the far-flung part of the world
We had to cross the seas and lands
We had to endure the storms coming
You were there, so far away, unreachable
Hard to communicate, different opinions
Displeased one another even not purposefully
Caused pain in the heart and soul, crushed
Over the mountains, through seven seas
Endured the pain, winter, spring, autumn
Summer came, was there a flicker of hope?
Did we overcome the hurdles, the storm?
We should know when we ran out of excuses
When the flames died down and a white flag was up
We had to accept… at last we were free


I would like to thank marjma2014 for nominating me to take part in a photography/writing challenge.

Now for the rules of the challenge:

‘Post a photo each day for five consecutive days, and tell a story about each photo. The story can be truth or fiction, poetry or prose. Each day one must also nominate a fellow blogger to participate in the challenge.’

Today I would like to nominate Phylor
I hope you might like to join in this challenge and I look forward to seeing your post if you do. Otherwise, it’s also OK to say no. Have a nice day 🙂

When I Was Thirteen – 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#155 and Wordle 184 ~ A Baker’s Dozen

Wordle 184 – poppies, blue, gnarled, literary, speedy, strange, epilogue, audible, frivolous, roots, apocalyptic, inklings, thirteen


When I was thirteen, I didn’t have the slightest inkling what life was about. I enjoyed watching the poppies and blue bells in the garden, listened to some audible stories and music which were quite strange for my parents, let alone the rest of my roots. I didn’t want to be seen as frivolous, so I repressed my good humour and pretended to be the literary or serious type. Speedy as it seems and without the apocalyptic imagery in my mind – as time passes – I am writing my epilogue to the rest of my life.
(95 words)


I Can Feel The Heat Of Your Spell – 100 Word Challenge – #154 and Wordle 196

by brenda warren
by brenda warren

We may be miles apart
From a land so far away
But your spirit is here
I can feel the heat of your spell
Scorching my skin
Your words in my mind
Warm breeze whispered
Through the chimes
I cry out wordlessly in pain
Maybe it’s a sign to move on
This point might seem trite
But the aim is…
…please let me sleep…


Rome – 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#153

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“Are you still with me?” We were in front of the Colosseum.

“This is amazing!” I said, as we went up the second and third tiers of the Roman amphitheatre and we imagined how they were in those days, with gory gladiators fighting as entertainment.

Then we explored the main relics that were clustered throughout the Roman Forum.

Carried on walking to Capitoline Hill.

Strolled around Piazza del Campidoglio, a square designed by Michelangelo.

Continued into Rome’s historical centre.

Threw a coin in the impressive Trevi Fountain for luck, and then posed for photos in front of Rome Pantheon.

…but my poor old feet…


The Quilt of Life – 100 Words #412

Great grandmother started this quilt
From old cloths she sewed together
Making it beautiful and at the same time
Telling her story, of how she met great granddad
From the province so far away, him a dashing farmer
And she was the belle of the ball, romance bloomed
And they got married. Granny followed with her anecdote
And my mom adding something about her first love when
They were both 18 – my dad. And here I am, thinking what
I can add, how I met Him Indoors, about our life here
So far away from where it all started
(100 words)