My alien is hard to describe


He comes and goes when he pleases
And he keeps on changing faces
He can be from one of the tribes
My alien is hard to describe

Long chin, prominent teeth, curved lips
Comes with his broken spaceship
Creative as Shakespearean jibe
My alien is hard to describe

He speaks of words with no vowels
It darkened his face, his scowl
And he doesn’t need any bribe
My alien is hard to describe

When he’s crossed, some sparkles come out
Out of his mouth, tea in spout
Some cynics in the planet gibe
My alien is hard to describe*

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

* A Kyrielle is a French form of rhyming poetry written in quatrains (a stanza consisting of 4 lines), and each quatrain contains a repeating line or phrase as a refrain (usually appearing as the last line of each stanza). Each line within the poem consists of only eight syllables. There is no limit to the amount of stanzas a Kyrielle may have, but three is considered the accepted minimum.

Some popular rhyming schemes for a Kyrielle are: aabB, ccbB, ddbB, with B being the repeated line, or abaB, cbcB, dbdB.

For: November 17: Flash Fiction Challenge, Tale Weaver/Fairy Tale Prompt # 94 : Alien Fairy Tales 11.24.16

Never Give Up


Is it the end of life as we know it?
When perversity wins and we accept?
When equality loses and we bow?
And the king of the throne is such a twit?

The response was somewhat a tat for tit
Make the most of it or see how it goes
Frustrating perhaps but give it a chance
We’re all in it together, so don’t quit

We let it happen, we have to admit
Let’s not lose hope, we have to keep trying
There’s always light at the end of tunnel
In the end, it’s all for our benefit

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

For: November 9: Flash Fiction Challenge, Tale Weaver # 93 – November 10 – Never Give Up

August 31: Flash Fiction Challenge – Goodbye

the hardest goodbye
was to my Dad
on his bed
before my flight
I didn’t cry
I said sorry
things I’ve done
things I haven’t done
he said no need
I was forgiven
I promised him
lots of things
I’d look after everyone
I’d make sure they’re fine
I looked at him one last time
he was the man I dearly love
my idol, my ideal man
the man who pinned my medals
the man who left me notes
the man who cooked
the man with a big heart
his memories in my soul
miss him like the rain

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

For: August 31: Flash Fiction Challenge

March 23: Flash Fiction Challenge – Adventure

I left the Philippines and have ventured in different things in different countries. I first went to Switzerland and became a Secretary to the Ambassador of Ethiopia. Then I did some laboratory training in BASF Company in Ludwigshafen, Germany. That’s where I met Him Indoors. I also worked in California, USA as a Cashier and in Nottingham, UK as an Assistant Statistician in their Research Department. I finished my Masters in the UK and now I’m a freelance Business English trainer in Munich. I love adventure – swimming, blogging, snorkelling, zip-lining, animal safari, horse riding and travelling to different countries.

For: March 23: Flash Fiction Challenge


Flash Fiction Challenge – Just One


I was accepted to have an apprenticeship with BASF Chemical Company. I spoke no German, but then, I’m convinced I’ll get by. I was allocated in the Inorganic Department, producing and analysing some dyes. I was provided a name who was also working in the same building, but in a different laboratory. Hence, first thing in the morning, I knocked on Room 602 and a tall English man opened it. “I am, indeed.” was his answer to my question. He helped me obtain my lab gown and safety goggles that morning and waited for me for lunch every day.


For: March 16: Flash Fiction Challenge


Flash Fiction and Tale Weaver – Pitring

In a remote village of Madilim
Lived a woman called Pitring
Once a month she changed
To a monster called WakWak
Black wings appeared on her back
She separated her top from her torso
And flew away as the night grew dim
She needed some foetus
Fresh blood that she could suck
She said she could smell pregnant women
She tried to stop herself but in vain
What she did, she tried to fly far away
Away from her village, away from neighbours
So they wouldn’t be her victims
This power was passed on to her
By her mother

(c) ladyleemanila 2016


For: March 9: Flash Fiction Challenge and Tale Weavers # 56: March Madness


Granny’s Cottage


Amor gathered some flowers by the hillside on her way. She knew exactly where to go, the patches of lavenders, calendula, cornflower, primrose, morning glory covering the fields. Ah, she loved the scents of the flowers, cool breeze and the leaves still moist from dewdrops. There was a swarm of birds flying above her. And some birds building their nests on the canopy of trees. She saw a little bird on one of the branches and it appeared to be hurt. She gently caught the bird and observed what the matter was. It was bleeding, probably got stuck by a sharp object. She cleaned the bird and tied a piece of cloth to the wound. “You’ll be alright now,” she whispered to it. She continued walking until she reached the edge of the forest, she has completely forgotten what she was supposed to do. She retreated her steps and tried to find her way back to the path. Ah, she remembered. She has to visit her grandmother.

She nearly spilled the jug of apple juice when she saw two ghosts in the middle of the forest. They were busy arguing with each other. She said politely, “excuse me, but can I pass by?” The ghosts noticed her and asked: “aren’t you afraid of ghosts?” “Not really,” answered Amor. “Besides, you were busy arguing about something.” The first ghost said: “I was Juan and this was Pedro, my brother and we had been here in the forest for quite a long time. We were arguing if we could still taste some food or feel anything.” “Ah, why don’t you try one of the cupcakes I baked for my Granny?” Amor offered them each a chocolate cupcake and they both said thanks. “Oh, this is delicious!” they both said thanks and happily let Amor continue on her trip.

Amor reached Granny’s cottage. It was surrounded by herbs, vegetables and other plants, as well as pine and oak trees. Rupert, the dog greeted her and she patted his head. She also gave him a bone from yesterday’s dinner. “Hello, Granny, how are you today?” as she kissed her Granny. Granny was putting the kettle on to make a pot of tea for her and Amor. “Much better now, my dear. What goodies have you brought for our tea?” Amor, being a good granddaughter said, “Why don’t you sit down and rest, Granny and I make the tea. These flowers are for you, Granny, smell them, they’re so sweet! And I’ve got lots of things to tell you, Granny” and on and on Amor telling her of her adventures in the forest. They ate the chocolate cupcakes and drank their tea, laughing and joking as they carried on with their conversation. Amor washed the dishes, cleared up the mess, picked some vegetables from the garden and cooked some soup for Granny. “Thanks, dear, you’re a loving granddaughter, and I think you should set up going back now before it gets dark,” Granny said. So Amor kissed Granny goodbye, patted Rupert’s head and happily set off home. Her visit made Granny’s day.


Character: A bold 19 year-old woman, who comes from a comfortable background, lives in an eco-friendly home and tends to be a bit forgetful. Genre: Fantasy.

For: Flash Fiction Challenge: I LOVE… SOMETHING!!! and wordle 128 by brenda warren


The Emperor’s New Clothes


Once upon a time, there was a selfish emperor who lived in luxury while his people lived in poverty. A man came and told him he’d make him the best robe in the world, and only the pure of heart could see it. Actually, there was nothing but the emperor believed him. The next day the emperor paraded in front of his people – naked. All the people waved and pretended to see what the emperor was wearing. One boy shouted: “he was naked!” The guards took the boy away and put him in prison. How dare he questioned the emperor!


For: January 13: Flash Fiction Challenge