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6 Dec

#fridayfictioneers via rochelle – 12/06

December 5, 2013

Every Wednesday Romero Wisoff-Fields posts a picture prompt challenging writers to create a 100-word story, poem, or whatever works for you.  After posting your work on your blog,  go back to her site and add your link on her Friday Fictioneers post.  Place.  Page.

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple

Photo Copyright :  Trespass – Randy Maize

“Mommy, do you think I can go out to play?”

“Not today, little one.  It looks like rain.”

“But rain is fun.”

“Not today.  You might catch a cold.”

“But colds are nice too.”

“They are?”


The sweet smell of rain filters in as small droplets begin to hit the planks of wood shielding the windows.


“Yes mamma.”

“Why are colds nice?”

“Because when I get a cold you tell me stories, give me warm milk, and sing songs.”


“Can I go out tomorrow?”

“We’ll see.”

“I hope tomorrow comes soon.”

“You do?”

“Yes, mommy, I do.”



22 May

Photo Copyright – Danny Bowman

By Tadalena Warner

“Pick up, pick up, pick up!”


“Gloria, you won’t believe this, but I found it!”

“Found what?”

“I found it, you know the it we’ve been looking for.”

“You said that last time and it turn out to be nothing more than a porthole to the sales department at Sears and Roebuck no less.”

“I’m telling you, it’s the it we’ve been looking for.  Get the guys and meet me at the corner of 5th and Madison.”

2hrs later

“What took you so long?”


“Never mind, it doesn’t matter.  Where are the others?”




Picture It & Write

20 May

Picture It and Write 

By Tadalena Warner


Beverly and Alex have just finished an amazing steak dinner at the best bistro this side of Fitzwilliam, New Hampshire.  Upon returning to the cam

p, Alex announces he needs to return to town before the corner store closes.
“Okay” she says, kissing him through the car window.  “I’ll be here.  I love you.”“I’ll be right back, honey,” he says, before giving her a kiss.

“I love you too”

Walking through the house, she snatches a book before heading onto the porch overhanging the pond. Beverly heads straight through the left gate and onto the deck.  It’s late April and the weather is unnaturally warm for this time of year.  Disrobing her red wool overcoat, she lays it out before lying down.

He pours milk into her tea before even asking.  Little did she know, he laced it with oleander from the shrubs out back.  His years as an arborist gave him a fountain of knowledge.  In the right hands in an opportune moment, it could manifest a perfect crime.  This was such a moment.  Harold had grown tired of his wife’s constant nagging to have a baby.  He had his children with his first wife and did not want more, but within his courtship of wife number two, he neglected to make this little piece of knowledge known.  Had he told her, she would not have married him, let alone sleep with him before their wedding.  That was four years ago, and Rebecca’s growing impatience had taken its toll on her, him, and their marriage.  It didn’t help that Steven was laid-off from his long standing position as an air traffic controller or that he began not one, but two affairs from his wife’s tennis club.

“Here, sweetheart, try this new tea I found online.”  He said; handing her the rose teacup trimmed in gold.  It was part of her favorite tea set, given to her by her grandmother on their wedding day.

“But …” Was all she could get out before he poured the milk.  “Honey, you know I’m lactose-intolerant.”

“That’s why I used coconut-milk, babe.  It tastes a bit different from the original recipe, but it’s still good.”  Raising his own cup to his mouth, he motions Rebecca to do the same.  She’s hesitant, but goes ahead.  Harold is forever bringing her morsels of this and that for her to sample since he was laid-off.  He fancies himself a virtual Jacque Pepin or Alton Brown.  If it’s not a new hybrid of vegetable he’s grown in the garden, it’s an exotic dish from Zimbabwe or New Delhi.  He once order camel hoof from Quatar for a makeshift romantic dinner in their backyard.  However, this was not a time for romance.  This was the last straw to a very tiring and exhausting eight months of making excuse after excuse for why it was not a good time to have a baby.


27 Apr

By Tadalena Warner

Pure pleasure in your arms
Pure bliss in your kiss
Pure joy in your hello
Pure erotica in your hips
Come to me my dear
Give me your all
Show me the way of loving you more
Give me a sign, never close that door
Let me in, never ask me to leave

Second Chance

25 Apr

Second Chance
By Tadalena Warner

A flicker of diamonds in his eyes
My heart quickens as I see
Is he perchance looking at me?
Lovely he is with warm golden skin
Heaven sent filling me with bliss again
Could he be? Oh how I wish it so
If it be, then I never let him go
Is he wondering the same?
Perhaps, he will ask my name
Or, he will look again my way
I would love to hear him say
Do you live close by?
Oh yes, I would reply
Smiles exchanged and glances too
Between two strangers who never knew
Today would be the day a new friend is found
Together, they have common ground
A love for the Father and all things plentiful
Love, laughter, and a joy from above
You see, one has all they need in God whom we love
Trust in Him and you will see
What treasures He will bestow upon thee
He gives you all you desire of Him
He loves you more than any man
Trust in Him and know that I tell you no lie
The Heavenly Father is always by your side
And when you are weary and weak
He carries you along bearing the weight
So I ask you my friend to take my hand
Together we shall fall in love again
With Him at our side we shall not want
Through Him our love will flourish
Becoming one for all to see
The truth in God is all we need


24 Apr

By Tadalena Warner

Love as though you’ll die tomorrow
Love from open arms not borrowed
Love as though it will return
Love my friend is what you have earned
Love bestowed from an open heart always flows
Love given freely forever grows
Love, I beseech you, come to me
Love me forever and never leave

The End

20 Apr

The End
By Tadalena Warner

Make fun of my heart
Take from me in the dark
Give back a gun
Oh, but you aren’t done
You decimate my soul
In leaving me so
Pestered banter has done its job
Released the hold from where I belong
Forlorn from within, I lay shattered on the floor
Instead of saying the truth at the very start
You played along, ripping at my heart
Taking from me a most delicate spark
A flame haired nymph I might have been
But now I am dying and reaching for the wind
The fire within has lost its luster
Consumed by the decay of white alabaster
What grows in its stead is wicked and vile
A most wretched monster that none can beguile
Life on the other side should commence as it would
Leaving her to die before the hood
Ridding her of the ray shining down
Burning what’s left, searing the ground
Nothing will return, not one single seed
Shall germinate from beneath your feet
Why you ask; why indeed
Why is the question pondered in my sleep
You never returned, you never even bothered
Save only to gawk and laugh as I lay in squalor
The filth of an existence, no man would want
Not even a man who prowled on the hunt
Evil is you, who does this deed
Lying to waste a love out of need
So what should I do
Where should I go
What do you care what happens to me
Why would you bother with a heart that bleeds
What’s in it for you
I want to know
Is there a treasure that lay buried in the cold
The ember of fate is all but gone
Leaving behind a man, singing an empty song