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Neglecting The Signs

Hello all. I did not write a Sunday Pawzing post today. Sundays are the day I set aside for writing posts and I try to keep them on the β€œlighter” side. But since I am not currently writing posts during the week, and this is what is on my mind, I wrote about domestic abuse […]



Life in Colour Challenge: Red is Everywhere

1 August 2021 at 12:16
Here is my entry for Jude’s, Travel Word Blog,Β Life in Colour ChallengeΒ and her color this month is RED. I’ve gathered a list ofΒ challenges and their hosts. Β So if you know […]



One Word Sunday Challenge – Old

1 August 2021 at 09:53
Here is my entry for Debbie’s, Travel With Intent blog, One Word Sunday Challenge and her topic this week is Old. Bushboys World gave me the idea to look up […]



A vintage Vdub bug for #SundayStills

1 August 2021 at 00:46
By: Debbie
Memories of a special Vdub bug for #SundayStills

Sunday Stills Banner 2021


Sunday Stills photo challenge

FOTD – August 1 – Teasel

31 July 2021 at 19:00
Welcome to my Flower of the Day Challenge (FOTD).Β  Please feel free to post every day or when you you feel like it.Β  Don’t forget that my FOTD challenge accepts […]



Sunday Song Selection 201 – more great songs by Michel Montecrossa & Mirakali

1 August 2021 at 12:37
By: MiraSG
Michel Montecrossa & Mirakali – in between at the Spirit of Woodstock Festival in Mirapuri, Italy

Today’s post of theΒ Sunday Song SelectionΒ features more great tracks byΒ Michel MontecrossaΒ andΒ Mirakali.

It’s A Good Place – A Good Place To Be (by Michel Montecrossa)

Happiness For All (by Mirakali)

A Moment’s Touch – And We Give What We Can (by Michel Montecrossa)

Michel Montecrossa Homepage:Β

Explore Michel Montecrossa’s art, music, movies, quotes and more on Twitter:ΒΒ and on hisΒ facebookΒ page

Mirakali’s homepage:Β

Watch Michel Montecrossa videos & trailers on Vimeo:Β

Short Story: Her Plan

31 July 2021 at 09:43

Warning: please don’t do what she’s about to do

~Her Plan~

Her plan might get her killed.

People said that guardian angels didn’t exist. They may be right, but she was certain she had a guardian something. Time and time again, she had survived fatal accidents and hostile attacks, often without even a scratch. The events usually happened too fast for her to catch sight of whoever it was protecting her, but she had a plan.

She was on a mountain trail, one without many hikers and even less handrails. The idea is that if she took a tumble down the side, it would lure her mysterious protector out. The key was that she had to make it look like an accident. The caveat was that the unknown entity might still figure it out anyway and decide to just let her fall to her death.

Well, here went nothing.

She let her ankle buckle and slipped off the mountain.


Genre: general

Camp NaNoWriMo short story count: 31/31


Short Story: A Size Too Small

31 July 2021 at 09:31

They all had the same uniform, but her curvaceous body made her look more scandalous than the rest.

She shifted uncomfortably in the hanging room, tugging at the hem of her shirt that rode too high for her comfort while trying to breathe through the tight band around her bust.

β€œAre you alright?” her manger asked.

She pressed her lips together. Women didn’t like it when she complained about the issues that came with her larger boobs, saying that she was ungrateful for what others could only wish to have. Men tended to leer when she drew attention to her chest. This new place would be no different. It was better to keep her silence.

β€œAh. That looks a little small on you. I’ll get a larger size,” her manager said matter-of-factly as he grabbed a new uniform and handed it over to her. Once done, he left the room to let her change.

Maybe… this place wouldn’t be that bad after all.


Genre: slice of life

Camp NaNoWriMo short story count: 30/31


Short Story: A Trail of Smells

30 July 2021 at 09:59

She’s on the way home when she smells it. Strong spiced pepperoni mixed with earth mushroom and mildly sweet mayonnaise. As she follows her nose, more scents join in. Sharp lemon, refreshing mint, charred garlic. Before she realizes it, she’s standing in someone else’s garden, drooling at someone else’s food in someone else’s party.


She awkwardly backs away, hoping to disappear before they call the cops on her.

β€œWe have extras. Want to join us?”

Her body answers faster than her mouth, crossing the distance to park herself at an empty spot on the bench.



Genre: slice of life

Camp NaNoWriMo short story count: 29/31


Short Story: It’s Personal

30 July 2021 at 08:59

Over the mountains and the seas, my real body’s hidden from me.

For years, my consciousness has been scattered across vessels with a fraction of my power and none of my autonomy. I, guardian of the land, who have protected all living beings for longer than these thankless humans have been alive. What disrespect they show me to use me as a tool, and what arrogance they have to think that I can be held forever.

My peers may be happy to spill their wrath over to the next generations, but my rage is more personal. They don’t know that I’ve already discovered where they hid my body, and before the year ends, I will make sure that everyone involved pays for what they’ve done.


Genre: fantasy

Camp NaNoWriMo short story count: 28/31


Short Story: Herbal Memory

29 July 2021 at 10:01

The herbal tea shop has been in my family for generations, with every child learning the recipes in the same way other kids learn the alphabet.

Or so I’ve been told.

I don’t remember anything before I woke up in the hospital after a car accident. The medical staff call me an amnesiac. The strangers family members call me an heir. I can only nod along as they bring me to an old shop with large containers lined up under a traditional Chinese shop sign.

Even without looking at the name plates before the containers, I can smell the tea inside. Hemp Seed Drink for constipation, 24 Flavours to balance out heatiness, Five Flower Tea to sooth sore throats… And hidden at the side of the table, herbal tea eggs soaking in their savoury bath.

The familiar scents calm the worry in my mind. There is still so many gaps in my memory, but I still retain the knowledge to be the heir they want me to be.

For now, this is enough.


Genre: slice of life

Camp NaNoWriMo short story count: 27/31


Short Story: Stalked

29 July 2021 at 09:11

I was born with one brown eye and one black one. The brown eye sees things as they are, and although the black one does not always see the things in front of me, it can see much more.

ItΒ seesΒ the past.

Unrestrained by physical limitations like distance and direction, the ability is every bit as useful as it sounds. Without it, I wouldn’t have noticed a shady man following me while I’m out on a walk.

He’s close enough to lunge at me if I try to call anyone. The only other person I can see on the road is a girl even younger than me, hunched over with a school bag almost as big as herself. Like a predator, he’s waiting for a good spot to ambush me, and if I run, he’ll just turn his attention to the other girl instead.

So I string him along, casually fiddling with my necklace to hide the fact that I’ve pressed the distress button hidden in the flower pendant. Pulling him away from the other girl, I pretend not to notice his creepy smile behind me as I wander into a small reserve that will hide us both from view.

Then I sprint off the trail.

He curses and charges after me. Even without the racket he makes as he tears through the thicket, my black eye easily finds exactly where he is, allowing me to keep the distance between us. At a particularly thick patch, I duck underneath, using my special sight to check that I’m truly out of view.

And now I wait until Uncle James comes.

I clamp my hands over my face to muffle my breathing. I’m not here. I’m a tree, the best tree that ever treed in this reserve. I’ll be fine.

With my heart beating in my ears, and my hand smooshed painfully into my face, I see the man snarl and kick at the plants around him. He’s in the wrong area, but either through skill or through luck, he’s slowly making his way towards me.

I quickly take my black eye off the shady man and look for Uncle James. He’s already at the entrance to the reserve with backup, but he’s not close enough. My stalker’s only two steps away from me.

The only sound I can hear is my frantic heartbeat and too-loud breathing. My body wants to gulp frantic mouthfuls of air, but I know that would give my location away, and then the very vegetation that’s keeping me hidden will also trap me in place.

I’m not here. I’m a tree. A mushroom. A rock. There’s nothing interesting here. Go away.

The man steps in. The thick grass between us brush against his clothes. He grabs an angry fistful and tears the top off. His arms sweep over my head, missing me by just a hand’s breadth. I can’t breathe. He only needs one more step to find me.

Then I hear my salvation.

β€œHey you! Stop right there!”


Genre: fantasy

Camp NaNoWriMo short story count: 26/31


Short Story: His Ten Year Loop

28 July 2021 at 09:30

In stories, time loops usually lasted a few days or a few weeks.

His was ten years.

The most agonizing part about such a long loop was having to remember every single thing he could for a whole decade, never knowing if he had broken free or not until years later.

After dozens of loops, he identified a seemingly ordinary girl who would later destroy the world as the key. After hundreds of loops, he found out how to kill her before she killed the world. After even more hundreds of loops, he realized that killing the villain wasn’t what he needed to do, but to turn her into a hero.

As a man fifteen years older, it wasn’t an easy task, but he was tired of this endless loop that even his death couldn’t save him from. By the time he managed to keep both of them alive to her 25th birthday, he’d already lived through thousands of loops.

On the last day, he sat alone in his room, drunk on the best spirits he could get his hands on. Either he would wake to a new day with the worst hangover of mankind, or he would return to the past with a clear head. He had nothing to lose.

The next time he opened his eyes, his bed bobbed like a boat in a crazy storm.

He was free.


Genre: fantasy / science fiction

Camp NaNoWriMo short story count: 25/31


Short Story: Just a Small Inconvenience

28 July 2021 at 08:43

Even the Small ThingsΒ (start here for context) |Β For the Small RequestsΒ | From a Small Connection | Just a Small Inconvenience

As a solo adventurer, he had to wear many hats. He’d done everything from field medicine to horse whispering to blacksmithing to husbandry.

He’d never been a tour guide before.

Like many things in the recent years, the source of his unusual situation came from Mintbreeze.

β€œMy friend has done all the research she can from books and she’s hit a dead end. She needs to see the real thing. Can you take her with you to Volatile Volcano? At your level, it should just be a small inconvenience.”

So here he was, in a dangerous zone most adventures didn’t dare to travel alone, with a bookworm on her first adventure with survival instincts even worse than her abysmal combat ability.

β€œHow fascinating. It turns red when I touch it,” the scholar muttered to herself as she knelt by a cluster of angry mushrooms, completely oblivious to the rapid razorlier that would have sliced her in half if he hadn’t killed it first.

β€œThis smells like chicken. Does it taste like one too?” she said as she reached for a fistful of diaweeds, which would have killed her faster than she could taste it if he hadn’t stopped her.

Mintbreeze lied. It wasn’t just a β€˜small inconvenience’. And worse… he wasn’t even surprised anymore.

β€œWhat happens if I tap this?”

He rushed over to stop her before she sprinkled paralyzing spores all over herself.


Genre: fantasy

Camp NaNoWriMo short story count: 24/31


Short Story: Suspicious Smiles

27 July 2021 at 09:26

They beamed at him, giving him large grins as if they were competing for the biggest smile.

They were hiding something. He knew this not just because they looked super suspicious, but because he could clearly see a scaled red tail thicker than his thigh peeking out from behind the island table.

How these supernatural beings kept their identities secret, he had no clue. As long as they didn’t harm anyone else, he was happy to continue keeping up the pretense of a clueless human.

β€œI’m going to take a nap. Wake me up for dinner,” he lied.

β€œOk,” everyone said, including the dragon hiding from him.

He waited until he was out of view in his room before he facepalmed.


Genre: fantasy, humour

Camp NaNoWriMo short story count: 23/31


Short Story: The Kid She Used to Babysit

26 July 2021 at 09:57

At her parents’ funeral, she promised the kid she babysitted every weekday to keep in touch.

She hadn’t meant to lie, but the hole left behind by her parents’ death didn’t fade away with time as she thought it would, and it was because every time she saw the bandages covering the burns on the side of the kid’s face, it was a reminder that her parents died while protecting him.

In the beginning she was given time off to grieve. Then she needed a longer break to catch up on her studies. Eventually, her client found another babysitter, and she found a different job in another city, closing a chapter in her life.

Then the kid turned up at her door.

He was taller than she remembered, almost the same height as her when he used to only reach around her waist. Although he had lost most of his baby fat, his distinctively long canine teeth hadn’t changed.

Even years after her parents’ death, the sight of the faded burn scars brought a fresh wave of grief. She wanted to retreat, but she braced herself for his accusations. She deserved it after running away for so long.

Instead, he held up a packet of sour ribbons, the green apple ones she loved and that always made him scrunch up like a raisin.

β€œI brought snacks. Can I come in?” he asked carefully, elbows tucked nervously to his sides.

The selfish part of her wanted to say no. The part of her who genuinely liked the cheeky but loving kid wanted to say yes. The responsible part reminded her of a promise she hadn’t kept for years.

She stepped back.

β€œCome in.”


Genre: slice of life

Camp NaNoWriMo short story count: 22/31


Friends ❀️

1 August 2021 at 09:30
Family unconnected by blood, and yet close-knit
Real friends stay close to us
In every sickness and health, they will be there
Every joy and sorrow seems better with them
No matter what life throws at us,
Darkness or light, they don't care,
So long as you go through it together!

A true friend is precious and dependable,
Rare, sincere and loyal to a fault
Even one such friend is worth a million people!

Always, you can count on them!

True friendship never dies,
Rather it grows stronger and powerful
Even though miles may separate you
All that distance is just physical
Separation is something our hearts don't know!
Ugly or pretty moments - friends will always stay.
Remember, friends are a treasure that
Everybody is not lucky enough to have.

Did you find the not-so-hidden message? Friends are a treasure worth having. Life would be extremely dull without them. I dedicate this poem to all my friends across the globe. Thank you for making my life a lot better! This is also my first acrostic poem!

Since today is Friendship day, I decided to repost this poem about friends. Happy Friendship day to you, my virtual friends.

This poem is my entry for Thursday Poetry competition. The topic was for Friendship. Click on the link to know more about this challenge. Thank you, Phoenix for running this challenge. πŸ™‚

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Β© 2020 Shweta Suresh. All rights reserved.

Music & Art Mix 337: songs, painting, movie & photography art by Michel Montecrossa & Mirakali

1 August 2021 at 08:34
By: MiraSG

β€˜Sudden Inspiration’ – painting by Michel Montecrossa

Description:Β β€˜Sudden Inspiration’, Mirapuri, 15th May 2016, acryl on canvas, 100 x 100 cm

Listen to β€˜When I’m With You’ by Michel Montecrossa and β€˜World Union’ by Mirakali

Please pay the artists for their music

Future Earth – movie by Mirakali

Hills & leaves – photo by Mirakali

More songs and movies:Β

Explore Michel Montecrossa’s art, music, movies & moreΒ Β on hisΒ facebookΒ page and on Twitter:Β

Mirakali’s Homepage:Β

Behind the Mask

16 May 2020 at 21:50
She seemed quiet, reserved
so it was generally observed
by the ones who didn't know her.
She had always seemed shy
though they knew not why

Her mask remained in place
until friendship claimed the space.
Her true boisterous self was known
only to a select few
her inner circle that rarely grew

This verse was written in response to the Photo Challenge #315 hosted at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Fandango’s FOWC challenge for the day: Circle. The first challenge is to use the photo prompt as an inspiration for a poem or short story. FOWC challenge is all about using the given word in a post. Thank you, NEKNEERAJ and Fandango for hosting these challenges.

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