The Calling #Writephoto

Photo by Sue Vincent

“Who’s there?”

William Smith opened the door a crack, letting the howling wind sweep through the small room carrying a drift of snow with it.

Only the storm answered with its continued roar, sometimes louder, sometimes softer.

William slammed the door shut. Snow settled around the room.

William started at the door a moment, shaking his head

There had been a knock and a voice calling his name. He heard it. It was real. He knew it wasn’t his imagination. Continue reading


The Day the Earth Stood Still

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

I stumbled out onto the street, still a bit blurry.

The sky was filled with glowing saucers. Invasion?

Not saucers, halos. Perhaps the dead have had their reward.

My eyes focus and I see the wires and the earthly electricity.

People pass like ghosts in the night, a trickle of humanity.

I walk into that stream, amongst those living ghosts.

The street is immaculately clean. Why had I wished for some random trash or rubbish piles?

The explosion had taken them unawares. They tell me she died instantly.

A little farther down infinity glows from the walls above a shop.


Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

Charmed #tanka

The image is from Pixabay, by Michael Seibt

An imp plays a tune
From the land of Nevermore
On a weedy pipe
Green magic from the music
Charms snake and human alike


Written for Colleen’s Poetry Challenge.  This week the challenge is to write to syllabic poem based on the given photo-prompt (at the top of the post).  I did a tanka (sort of ;) )

The image is from Pixabay, by Michael Seibt

The Weekly Smile for October 14, 2019 #weeklysmile

If you wonder why I sometimes have strange Smiles, like homemade chili using fresh from the garden ingredients, well, it’s because so often I smile about the same few things, over and over :)  This is one of those weeks that could almost be copied and pasted from a few weeks back….

I drove down to Cape Cod late Saturday evening. I walked down to the closer of the two landings on Sunday morning. It is rare for it to be so calm. Yep, time for a paddle!

This was perhaps my longest paddle yet. There was almost nobody out. I saw a lot of wildlife, including osprey, which is odd, I have never seen any in October. I saw quite a few Great Blue Herons, though no other herons or egrets. A seal came up close to check me out. A lot of large fish jumped out of the water, attracting a lot of birds. Since the water was so calm, it was crystal clear, so in the shallows I could watch crabs and shellfish moving around. There were jelleyfish. The cormorants were splashing around. Continue reading

The Smile Recap for 10/7 – 10/14/2019 #weeklysmile

Some great smiles this week, as usual. Remember that many people leave smiles in the comments of the original Trent’s World post:

Trent’s World
Beckie’s Mental Mess
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking
Does Writing Excuse Watching
Ruth Blogs Here
The Jesh Studio
Sagittarius Viking
Gary A Wilson
Tessa Can Do It! Positivity Is Catching!
priorhouse blog
Change is Hard
Girl in Niagara

It always surprises me when I do these recaps how many people have been joining in. I think it’s because people add their Smiles through out the week. Which is how it should be :)

This week’s smile will be up in about an hour.

What made you smile?

If We Were Having Coffee on the 12th of October, 2019


Hello and Welcome! Come on in and I’ll get you a large mug of very strong dark roast, a cuppa tea or other beverage. It is a little cool today and damp. Not raining, just wet. The photo at the top was taken just 5 minutes ago. Can you see how damp it is? Even though the photo is new, some of you may know that the stone wall is in New Hampshire, though I will be heading to Cape Cod this evening, so if you hit the share later, it will be down there.

It was a busy week. Work was very busy.

I finished what I consider the 2nd draft of The Old Mill.  I’ve been going back and rewriting small sections instead of my normal practice of letting it sit for a while.  Oh well, perhaps I can leave it alone this week…

Yesterday I found a nasty tick bite. I got a doctor’s appointment for 4:45. I left early, since, well, Friday rush hour… On a good day it is 40 minutes and in a non-snow situation as long as an hour (I’ve had a three hour drive in the snow….). I gave myself an hour. It took me 27 minutes. OK, I took a walk in Mine Falls Park in Nashua. It was pretty nice, and there were was a little color. Continue reading

Books to This Point…


My time for writing and blogging disappeared half way through the week, but I wanted to do a post.  Hey, why don’t I talk about my books?! So here is a list of books with their blurbs in order of publication:

Seasons of Imagination

Trent P. McDonald’s Seasons of Imagination contains an eclectic mix of stories covering many places, times and even different genre, yet they all hold one thing in common, they are all about people.

Be they silly, serious or speculative, all of the stories are about us.  What makes us tick?  Why do we say the things we do?  Why do we react as we do?

So whether it seems the stories are exploring outer or inner space, in reality they’re always exploring the human space.

Here is an invitation to open the page and come with me to explore the
Seasons of Imagination Continue reading

A Basket Full of Photos and Instagram



“It’s hard to imagine that I may be reduced to a basket of photos.”

Ted stopped sorting books and looked at his sister, Bella.

“What photos? When we’re gone, our Instagram accounts will be deleted and that’s it. Poof!”

Bella picked up an ancient photo of a young woman, full of life and vigor.

What had those eyes seen? The photos meant nothing and didn’t tell.

They were Great-aunt Clara’s closest living relatives.

They’d each take some books and a few photos, then Clara would be gone.

Bella didn’t know her. Now she never would.

The tears were unlooked for.


Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Ted Strutz.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

The Game #Ethree #dubleethree

Ghoulish Face

Late at night
I hear a noise
Is she following?
I feel the clammy cold
The clods from her barren grave
I turn and she is just right there
Vacuous eyes staring coldly at me
Dripping rotting flesh as she approaches
Backing away from her I trip and fall
I see the blood of her last victim
She fills the volume before me
Flesh dripping arm reaches out
She touches my shoulder
Her cold dead finger
“Tag, you are it”
She giggles
I’m it


This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. She gave two key words, Empty and Space, and we needed to use synonyms of those words.  I did a double ethree this week.


I Photoshoped a painting for a story I once wrote. This is an iteration of the painting that I did not originally use (I just added it). (I originally did the painting for a portrait class – she is pretty in the original ;).)


Late edit – I just added an animation of the original picture…



The Weekly Smile for October 7, 2019


I am going to continue with my trend of small things, and perhaps odd things, this week….

We had a lot of tomatoes this year.  We also get a pretty good bounty from the Community Farm that we belong to (See here for a post about the CSA). The weather is getting cool, so I decided to make the year’s first chili using mostly fresh ingredients.

I chopped up a bunch of tomatoes and stewed them in a crock-pot while I soaked the beans. I added a clove of fresh garlic, a couple of onions peppers (Italian from our garden, chilies from the CSA), etc. After a day I put in the beans and started the spice routine. I added corn and celery and more veggies. A day later and it wasn’t there yet, but the next day it was perfection. Not my best chili ever, but better than most, and doubly good in that most of the ingredients were fresh picked before being tossed into the crock-pot – food the way it is meant to be ;) Continue reading