https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/satisfaction/ When I'm not writing, I cook. I love this Italian soup, Zuppa di pesce Napolitano but this is my Dublin version because all the seafood's from Dublin - cockles, mussels and Dublin Bay prawns.
This story is NOT gender exclusive. Switch the he's and the she's, the story remains the same. He takes the blame, comes clean, admits his guilt. It's a fair cop, he's caught, he acknowledges, bang to rights, trousers down and red handed, too. He doesn't have a leg to stand on. 'What did I do?'…Read more Owning Up
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/youth/ Pablo Neruda - Poetry Youth Acid and sword blade: the fragrance of plum in the pathways: tooth's sweetmeat of kisses, power and spilth on the fingers, the yielding erotic of pulps, hayricks and threshing floors, clandestine recesses that tempt through the vastness of houses; bolsters asleep in the past, the bitter…Read more Youth – daily prompt
50 word story https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/confused/ 'I want insurance.' 'Yes, sir, what sort of insurance do you want?' 'I want insurance.' 'Yes, sir, I understand that but what do you want to insure?' 'Me.' 'Ah, you want life insurance?' 'And car and house.' 'So, you want comprehensive insurance?' 'How much?' 'It depends.' 'Go compare.' 'I'm confused.'
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/complicated/ 50 word stories 'Let me get this straight, you didn't want her to know you were scared of heights, so you arranged to meet her on the viewing deck of the Empire State and she agreed to meet you even though she's chronically agoraphobic? You're either insane or madly in love.' 'It's complicated.'
50 word stories. https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/obsessed/ 'It moved. I'm telling you, it moved.' Everyone in the room exchanges a look, some openly doubtful, others disdainful, a few, surreptitiously, and still others with that look that hovers between tolerance and irritation. Finally, someone speaks, first, nudging the squished daddy-long-legs' carcass before saying, dismissively, 'You're obsessed, it's dead.'
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/maybe/ 50 word stories 'I tell you they were huge, monstrous and vicious, too. They had fangs, sharp and shiny, like shards of glass and their eyes, close set, bulging, glowing; nostrils that flared, and whistled. I ran, ran like crazy.' His mother nodded, listening, kissing him, says, maybe it was a nightmare?
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/joke/ 50 word story So this ghost walks into a bar, causing everyone there to clear out, in a hurry. Except the bartender, who stands there, nonchalant, wiping the bar down, collecting dirty glasses. The ghost says to the bartender, 'I'd like a whiskey." The bartender, unperturbed, replies, "Sorry, we don't serve spirits."
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/dramatic/ Nothing small happens in her life. It has always been so, since as long as she can remember. She checks her makeup, wondering, too much, too little? Lipstick, she decides and chooses a scarlet shade, Estée Nectarine. Hair? Perfect. Outfit? A tailored black dress, neat, purposeful. Here's the bus.