Monthly Archives: June 2019

Weekend Writing Prompt #112 – Carefree – by Sammi Cox

Weekend Writing Prompt #112 – Carefree – by Sammi Cox

Sammi Cox’s Rules:

The challenge is simple: each week you will be given an exact number of words you can use to write a poem or piece of prose.  You can use any format or style you like; go wherever your inspiration takes you.  The only rules are these:

  • your poem/prose must contain this week’s word.  The word does not have to count towards the exact word count total – it can be in the title, or the first letters of the lines of a poem can spell it out – you can be as creative as you want as long as it’s there somewhere.
  • the length of your poem/prose must match the number of words stated in this week’s challenge.  No more.  No less.

*continuation from last weekend and several weeks worth

Rhonda acted carefree. Rob and Connie were hugging and sobbing about the possible divorce.

***********115 words**************

Tessa – 

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog

Author of a book, a work in progress on the blog

Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.

#Haikai Challenge #92 (6/29/19) Independence #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

#Haikai Challenge #92 (6/29/19) Independence #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga


This week, write the haikai poem of your choice (haiku, senryu, haibun, tanka, haiga, renga) that alludes to independence. You do not have to address the political, although you’re welcome to. Consider the idea of independence itself, and how we manifest it–and toward what end.

As always:

Here’s how the challenge works:

1. write the haikai poem of your choice.
2. post the link of your post to Mister Linky.
3. pingback by posting the link to the challenge on your site.
4. read and comment on other contributors’ posts.

Image on Pixabay

Freedom for the Oppressed

by Teresa Smeigh 2019

independence day

to the oppressed, there is none

freedom for the rich


Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog

Haiku – Lace – September 28, 2017

Lace by Tessa Smeigh September 2017

lace so pure and white

the wedding dress was so sweet

now we say I do

Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh

-Advocate for Mental and Invisible Illnesses

-Author of Articles, Stories and Poems (moving posts to other blog and will be deleting this one.

Friday #fotoflash June 28, 2019

DB McNicol’s #fotoflash

{photo courtesy of Wendy G.}


Living a Dream

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

Marjie had disappeared several weeks ago. Daniel had spent most of his spare time when he wasn’t working, looking for her. He notified the police that his wife, a housewife since she didn’t work, had disappeared. They hadn’t picked up a trail on her at all. She had just vanished one day.

Daniel was troubled, plus he had the children to watch as well. To work, he had to take them to her parents to watch as his weren’t alive anymore.

His friends were always trying to get him to go out and go bar-hopping on the weekends. He didn’t feel right asking her parents to watch the kids so he could go out with his friends. He needed to concentrate on finding Marjie and taking care of their children.

His friends pleaded with him to go with them to this place called Eat More Beer. Exhausted, he didn’t pick the kids up that night and went with his friends. They pulled into the lot and parked and got out of the car. Daniel stopped dead. “Wait,” he shouted.

“That sounds like Marjie’s voice,” he started to head towards the stage on the other side of the building from where they had parked.

It was Marjie, alright. She was all dressed up. He couldn’t imagine her dressing this way. She was singing her heart out. He knew she had played the guitar in college, but she never followed that path. She was ready to get married and have kids, she told him when he asked her to marry him.

He walked up to the stage and stood there watching. Tears came to his eyes. How could he not have known she had a dream? Why hadn’t she ever told him?

He jumped on the stage and began to sing with her. Startled she did a double take and then she jumped up and hugged him tightly.

“You came for me!”

“Oh Marjie, why hadn’t you told me your dream. I wouldn’t have stood in your way.”

Turning to his friends, he thanked them for making sure he came here and heard her singing. They knew about it and wanted to surprise him and her.

“Marjie you need to go on the road. The kids and I will follow you. You have quite a career ahead of you.”

***********387 words**********

DB’s Rules:

Welcome to my Friday Foto Flash Fiction challenge! Each Friday I will post a new picture to be used as inspiration for your flash fiction written in 500 words or less. Be sure to include the photo, the source credit, and a link to this post with your storyEntries will close on Thursday at midnight Eastern Time.

Once your post is live, add your link to the list below. I hope you will visit the other entries (and check back often for new stories). Remember to leave them a comment in appreciation. Thank you and enjoy! Here’s your photo prompt.


Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog

SoCS for Saturday June 29, 2019

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS June 29/19

Here’s your prompt:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “for/fore/four.” Use one, use ’em all, use ’em any way you want. Bonus points for using all three. Enjoy!

Here are the rules from Linda Hill:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing (typos can be fixed), and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. I will post the prompt here on my blog every Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The,’” or will simply be a single word to get you started.

4. Pingback! It’s important so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post, you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours.  Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host, such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read all of them! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later or go to the previous week by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.

8. Have fun!

SoCS badge by Pamela, at

My Building – half of it anyhow

Before I lived here in this close-knit high-rise, I would have never believed how different it is then living in a small apartment complex which is usually two stories or a single home. There are eight floors here and approximately 100 apartments in total. We are so close together that we are only separated by hallways. I open my door at the same time as the neighbor across the hall and we collide. We have to have elevators since this is for the disabled (me) and the elderly (I am slowly being considered elderly in more places all the time). I am almost 63. This is the only highrise in the area so you can see it from all directions. It took some getting used to, but now I like it here. I like having people around me. I feel safer. I don’t like the sixth floor, but at least the scenery is nice up here. Last fourth of July I watched at least 8 to 9 different fireworks shows and the one closest to me provided the sounds. It was quite a nice show and I didn’t even have to open my window or turn the air conditioner off.

This lifestyle is definitely not for all people. Some move in and right back out. My ex would hate this kind of living. He likes having his own house. I like not having to rake or shovel which you have to do in your own home. If something breaks down I call maintenance and they take care of it. I plan to live in this place as long as I can or until I pass away. Since it is public housing there is always the possibility that someone can come along and shut it down.


Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog

One liner Wednesday – The Marines – June 2016 (he has put in over 2 years so far – 2019)

1-liner WednesdayThe few, the proud, recruited!

My grandson at his graduation from high school and already recruited.

Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh

-Advocate for Mental and Invisible Illnesses

-Author of Articles, Stories and Poems (moving posts to other blog and will be deleting this one).

Thursday photo prompt: Open #writephoto

Thursday photo prompt: Forgotten #writephoto

Sue’s Rules:

Welcome to this week’s writephoto prompt.

Thank you for bearing with the altered timings while I was away…we should be back to normal now 🙂

Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 26th June and link back to this post with a pingback to be included in the round-up.  There is no word limit and no style requirements, except to keep it fairly family friendly.

**Please note that many people on WordPress are having problems with pingbacks not getting through, so please also leave a comment on this post, linking back to your response to the prompt so that I know you have posted. **

If you know where the prompt photo was taken, please keep it to yourself until the prompt has closed so that imaginations can play without preconceptions 🙂

All posts will be featured in the round-up on Thursday, June 27th at 10am GMT, linking back to the original posts of contributors. Throughout the week I will feature as many of the responses here on the Daily Echo as space allows and (more or less) in the order in which they come in.

You can find all last week’s entries in the weekly round-up, which, as a final disruption to normal service, will be published later today.

Please link your post to this by creating a pingback. If you are unsure of how to create a pingback, Hugh has an excellent tutorial here.

Pingbacks need to be manually approved, and many people are having problems with them not getting through at all, so either check back to make sure that the pingback has appeared or simply copy and paste your link into the comments section of this post.

Feel free to use #writephoto logo or include the prompt photo in your post if you wish or you can replace it with one of your own to illustrate your work. Don’t forget to use the #writephoto hashtag in your title so your posts can be found.

For visually challenged writers, the monochrome image shows an empty corridor with several doors opening in a line, one after the other…

Open Sesame

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

Marjorie was visiting her grandparents home for the first time. They had promised her she would love their house as it wasn’t like hers.

She started to explore the house, and at every closed door, she would shout, “Open Sesame!” So far, none of the doors had magically opened. What was so different from her house? She was getting tired of exploring.

As she got to the top floor, she again shouted, “Open Sesame!” Nothing happened, but when she opened the door, she got a glimpse of many open doors all leading down a long corridor.

She tiptoed into the first room and looked around. Then she moved on to the next door and the next door until she hit the very last chamber in the corridor. It was a lovely bedroom with a canopy bed and old-fashioned furniture. It was set up as a child’s bedroom.

Working back through the rooms, one was a toy room, and one was a sitting room. The first room had been a library with books for kids.

Marjorie was interested now. She had never seen a hall like this where the rooms just opened into another one.

“Well, Marjorie, what do you think,” her grandmother asked with a sparkle in her eye.

“Oh grandmother, this is the neatest house I have ever seen. Whose bedroom is that,” she asked with a hint of longing in her voice.

“Majorie it is yours for whenever you are staying with us. I thought it would be the perfect set of rooms for you. You can read or play or have friends over to visit in your very own sitting room.”

“Oh Grandmother I am so excited, and I love this little area that is all for me. Can I bring Susan over after lunch to play for a while and show her my new rooms?”

“Yes, Marjorie as long as her mother doesn’t mind driving her over here. We aren’t as close to her house as your house is.”

After talking to Susan’s mother, they arranged that the girls would visit that afternoon. Marjorie couldn’t wait to show her the rooms that were all hers.



Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog