Challenges · Drabble · Fiction

035 – Mom

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“What do you mean you can’t take me to Neverland?”

Peter Pan settles on the windowsill, cross-legged and sighing. “You’re a girl.”

The little girl pouts. “But you took Mom! And Gramma, too!”

“We’ve outgrown moms. Heard dads are cooler.”

“But moms tell stories—”

“We’ve already heard all the stories.”

“Moms make cakes—”

“We’ve found a tree that grows them.”

“Well, you can’t grow warm hugs.”


“And a mother’s sweet smile.” The little girl leans closer to show off one of hers.

“Fine!” Peter huffs, leaping to his feet. “We’ll just try dads next month, I guess.”

“Smart choice.”

*Inspired by the prompt key takeaway  from The Daily Post.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the beautiful moms and mom figures in our lives~! ❤️️

Bite-sized Tales · Challenges · Fiction

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Bud misses spring by a second.

*Prompt Source: Sweek.


Curious Jack grows his second beanstalk.

*Prompt Source: Sweek.

026_A Deserted Island

Wrinkly Peter muses, “This isn’t Neverland.”

*Prompt Source: Sweek.

025_Ideal Vacation Destination

Still expecting paradise behind closet doors.

*Prompt Source: Sweek.


Smiling, the Beast says, “Screw it!”

*Prompt Source: Sweek.

023_Describe Love

Love is treasuring the unexpected things.

*Prompt Source: Sweek.


Ashfall covers earth in final winter.

*Prompt Source: Sweek.

Challenges · Drabble · Fiction

023 – Morning After (Ditches, #5)

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The lady knight’s head has been stuck in the chamber pot all morning, and Prince Jon has been enjoying the sight of it more than he should.

“Go away,” Sam groans, spilling the rest of her curses into the pot with last night’s feast.

“I would, if you haven’t given all of our gold coins to your bitch—”

“She has a name!”


Sam looks baffled for a moment, then whimpers and sticks her head back into the pot. “I hate you.”

“Is that her hooker name?”



Gag. Groan. Gag.

They never did get their gold coins back.

*Inspired by the prompt naked with black socks from The Daily Post.

Challenges · Drabble · Fiction

021 – Name

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“Young lady! I swear to god, if you don’t stop laughing—!”

“Sorry,” the new Queen chortles. “I’m sorry! It’s just that your name!”

The impatient elf crosses his arms over his chest. “Well, what about it?”

“What parent in their right mind would give their son that name? It’s so… strange!”

“You’re calling that smelly boy John!”

“John is a decent name!” the queen quips, holding her newborn closer.

“Well, Rumpelstiltskin is, too—!”

“Rumpelstiltskin, huh?” The queen smirks and realization hits.

“Erm… Ooops…?”

The gullible elf, his head hanging low, shuffles out of the castle empty-handed.

There goes tonight’s dinner.

*Inspired by the prompt say your name from The Daily Post.

Challenges · Drabble · Fiction

015 – In Hindsight (Ditches, #4)

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Many realizations come in hindsight–life’s sordid idea of a punch line.

Prince Jon is not really one to dwell on regrets, but in hindsight, he shouldn’t have taken his frisky little cousin along on this trip, either.

Here he is now, head buried in two layers of pillow and irony, chanting into the sheet to drown out Sammy’s pleasured moans.

The pub was the first they’ve seen in months. The lady knight’s defenses have always been weak against hookers.

Prince Jon is not one for regrets.

But in hindsight, he really should’ve rented them two rooms for the night.

*Inspired by the prompt thanks, hindsight from The Daily Post.

Challenges · Drabble · Fiction

013 – In Charge (Ditches, #3)

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Sam grips the hilt of her sword with both hands, her sight wild and steady. “All right! Who are you and what have you done to the prince?”

“What the—!” Prince Jon steps back, palms raised in a defensive stance. “Put the weapon away, Sammy!”

Sam catches the fear in her cousin’s eyes. There’s no mistaking the prince when he’s looking like this. “Oh my god, you’re serious!”

“Well, yeah! And I’m tired of getting lost, too!”

Her hands begin to relax. “Oh… kay…” She resheathes the sword, sight still wary, focused. “We go left.”

She’s quite tired of ditches.

*Inspired by the prompt evasive action from The Daily Post.

Challenges · Drabble · Fiction

009 – Done (Ditches, #2)

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“I’m done with this, and I’m done with you!” Sam fumes as she hauls the prince out of his thirtieth hole.

Prince Jon, face a wincing muddle of blood and bruises,

grabs the lady knight’s wrist with urgency born out of authority and poorly disguised fear. “Wait, Sammy! Wait!!!”

If she weren’t so annoyed, Sam would’ve laughed at the tremble in the prince’s voice. The way he’s on his knees now, stripped down to his raw helplessness.

“Don’t leave me…” he begs.

Sam sighs, pulls him up to his feet.

Her next step sends her tumbling down her first ditch.

*Inspired by the prompt shape up or ship out from The Daily Post.

Challenges · Drabble · Fiction

008 – Easy (Ditches, #1)

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Prince Charming is a moron.

Just because one path looks calm and undisturbed, doesn’t always mean it’s the best option to take.

“Everybody’s taking the easy path, Sam!” he reasons, smug and chivalrous. “So let’s take the tricky ones and prove ourselves worthier than all of those idiots combined!”

“But you see!” Sam, the lady knight snaps, bitchy and annoyed, “Those idiots were at the royal balls we’ve missed! Snagged the princesses we’ll never meet! And here we are still tripping on our own tails!”

Prince Charming simply scoffs at her.

Then walks into his third ditch in a week.

*Inspired by the prompt the road less traveled from The Daily Post.

Challenges · Drabble · Fiction

001 – Five Wishes

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“Five wishes?”

“Yeah,” the genie sighs, smug and impatient.

The suspicious thief crosses his arms over his chest, “What’s the catch?”

“No catch.” The genie blows on his nails then buffs them on his chest with an air of nonchalance. “Just rebelling on a time-worn cliché.”


“I mean, whoever came up with the idea that we can only give three? We’re not cheapskates! We can definitely give more.”

“And you’re not gonna take my soul for it or anything?”

The genie rubs a hand to his nape, a faint glint of evil flashing in his eyes, “Well, about that…”

*Inspired by the prompt five items from The Daily Post.