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My Entry for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt (May 3)-STARRY NIGHTS

Image by Myriams-Fotos from Pixabay

This Week’s Prompt (May 3)– STARRY NIGHTS.


Go where the prompt leads you and publish a post on your blog that responds to the prompt. It can be any variation of the prompt and/or image. Remember to keep it family friendly; this needs to be a safe and fun space for all.

Link your blog to Eugi’s Causerie with a pingback. You may also place a copy of the URL of your post in the comments of the current week’s prompt. Responses posted prior to the next Thursday prompt release can be included in the Roundup.


Starry nights don’t have to be
trips into the wilderness,
two days’ luggage in the car,
marshmallows toasting over a fire,
guitar strumming in the dark.

Starry nights can also be
long chats with an old friend,
a warming cup of coffee,
the scent of yellowing pages,
the gentle breathing of your pup
as you both drift to sleep.

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WHAT DO YOU SEE?: My Entry for Sadje’s WDYS Challenge #132

Image credit: Caleb Williams @ Unsplash

For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a well-dressed young man of African descent sitting on stairs. His hands are gripping the railing and he is staring intently at the camera.


  • You can write a post on your blog and create a pingback to link to the original post.
  • Write an original story, poem or a caption.
  • There is no limit to words or format but keep it family-friendly.
  • If you post a response before next Sunday, Sadje will be able to add it to her roundup post.
  • Sadje will do a round-up next Sunday before the next Prompt is posted.
  • It is always helpful if you can give your post/story/poem a title.
  • Paste a link of your post in the comments section so that Sadje doesn’t miss anyone in the roundup post.

Please tag your responses with

#Whatdoyousee or #WDYS


Hey stranger, what do you see?
A killer
with no blood on my hands—
A criminal
shoved behind bars—
A cheater
with nothing to hide—
A thief?

Or instead, do you see
an artist
head full of ideas—
a dreamer
heart full of hope—
someone to love,
a fellow human being?

It’s unfortunate
that things must be
so black and white.
It’s unfortunate
we still have to fight,
to stay above the surface,
to say what is right.

So tell me, stranger,
what do you see?
Is it someone else?

Or is it me?

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ROOKIE MISTAKE: My Entry for MLMM’s Photo Challenge #404

Photo credit: Sarah Whiley


Use the above image as inspiration for a poem or short story.

Alternatively, if you are an artist or photographer, use this as an opportunity to showcase your own work.

You have 1 week to complete this challenge.

Please credit the artist!

When you’re done, TAG the post Photo Challenge and MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie, and add your link to the comments or Mister Linky of the original post.


“Mm, I’m so glad we found this place,” said Angela, leaning against a wall of the restaurant’s parking lot, relishing her fourth taco just like the first one. “This has got to be the best first mission treat yet!”

“Yeah, but you better hurry up—we need to get to Terminal 7 in time,” said her sister and guide, Gabbie, who was peering at her watch in the fading daylight. “You know we can’t be late, right?”

“I know, I know…”

The Sun had completely disappeared below the horizon and a few diamond-like lights began twinkling in the dark sky when their ride finally arrived.

“To The Starry Night Café, please,” Gabbie told the driver as she climbed into the back seat of the car with her bag.

“Ooh, are we getting dessert?” asked her younger sister, dusting the last crumbs off her hands, eyes shining with excitement.

“No, silly,” she replied exasperatedly before reducing her voice to a whisper, “it’s where Terminal 7 is.”

“Oh, right. Sorry, I forgot.”

Fifteen minutes later, they found themselves in front of an outdoor café decorated with strings of white lights. Gabbie caught hold of Angela’s arm before she could drift off elsewhere and led her away from the main dining space, towards a secluded garden area. She stopped right under a pair of windchimes, where a large stone basin sat with perfectly still water in it.

“The portal will soon be open,” Gabbie whispered, checking her watch once more. She turned to Angela. “Mission notes?”

“Check.” She pulled out a gilded notebook from her bag.





Gabbie froze just as she pinned her Senior Guardian Angel badge onto her white Heavenly Robes. “What?”

“I-I—” Angela rummaged furiously in her bag before looking up in ultra-slow motion. “I think I left my wings at the taco place.”