Truth or Fiction

Are you well? 

Lovely to see you.

O kind sir

Have some tea.

Perhaps you’re a figment of



For the latest DVersepoets


we’re asked to write in a style of poetry, 

supposedly Spanish, known as Shadorma



Icelandic Puffins

tltweek111Harold and Margret were out on their latest weekly jaunt to the local zoo, when, from out of nowhere, he was plum stunned:   


“Get a load of those Icelandic Puffins!!” he screamed. When his girlfriend wanted an explanation, he told her of all the enchanting tales he’s heard from Anna, his supervisor at work, who’s from Iceland, and his Facebook friend Lisa, who loves it so that her very nickname is Iceland.

“I’ll give you one thing,” Margret conceded. “It’s not too hard to keep you happy. Just give you a couple friends who can tell you about some exotic location, and a couple birds from there, it’s as if you’re a native!”   

Here’s yet another of me contributions to Three Line Tales                                                                                                  

Go to Only 100 Words

to find out about the rules.  This week’s photo prompt  comes fromWynand van Poortvliet                 

via Unsplash.                     

Quite A Cliff Hanger Or What?



“Here’s what let’s do,” Mitt told Keef.           “We’ll make a movie about a meeting, after death, between Billy Graham and Stephen Hawking.”


“Yeah!” his sidekick gasped. “Picture it: ‘Good day, Doctor,’ each says politely. They then proceed to have a rousing debate about exactly what’s in the adjoining room.”


 “Suddenly a sonorous voice pronounces over the loud speaker: ‘Graham, William Franklin…Hawking, Stephen William.’ “


“The tension is unbearable,” the former explained. “They can’t both be right.”


“Both then proceed toward an ultimate verdict.  Let’s not tell people how it ends, though.”


Yeah,” his friend  concurred. “Make ’em think a bit.”


Welcome back, yet again, to Friday Fictioneers


where Rochelle Wisoff~Fields


leads us in a weekly attempt to write a hundred~word story based upon a photo prompt.


This week’s photo prompt was supplied by Ted Strutz

Role Models

John, Paul, George, and Ringo,                                                                                                       

 And St. Gabriel Possenti 

.                                                                                           .                                                                  I’ve read biographies of them                                                                                            And they’ve come to life in front of me.


Role models are often like that,


Prone toward transcending time and space.


Those who appear to be mere names and faces


Often tend to be the trickiest that way.


Yet again I’ve made an attempt at DVerse Poets Pub


Today’s poem is about Heroes, Super Heroes, Super Powers, etc.






























Point Of No Return

O have you imbibed of the Pierian Spring?


O are you prepared to dwell

Where knowledge unbridled must soon take its toll


And where chaos can take you pell mell?                                                                                    We haven’t a moment to waste.                                                                                                       Take a taste of the Fires of Hell.


To me chagrin I haven’t tried to write for the  Dverse Poets Pub

in the past quite a while.  It’s Quadrille Monday so I’ve taken a chance on a poem of exactly 44 words~not counting the title~using one word provided. This week’s word is “Fire.”


Cold panic grips the senses.

Past, Future, behind Fences.   

Seen through distorted lenses. 

Left Alone, nothing cleanses.                                                                                                             This is my first recent attempt at poetry. Tanaga is a Filipino form of poetry I’d never heard of before this afternoon.


What Pegman Saw~Marcusson, Julius Marcusson

sail-treasure-cayHerman and Harriet were finally on their much anticipated honeymoon in the Bahamas.                                                                                                                                                Over the course of their time there, they kept noticing an oddly familiar looking fellow.                                                                                                                                        “Now I know where I’ve seen him before,” the bride told her groom. “He was at the church and reception. I assumed he was someone’s boyfriend.”                                                                                                                         At the casino that evening he offered to buy them drinks. Sensing their tension, he explained, “I assure you, friends, I intend you no harm.”                                                                                                                          “My name is Marcusson, Julius Marcusson. You see, I’ve been assigned to observe you throughout the course of your married life. ”                                                                                                                              “Huh?!” the pair gasped.                                                                                                                  “Oh it’s quite common,” Marcusson went on. “It’s just that hardly any couples ever get to meet their version of me. I just thought I’d be somewhat silly.”                                                                                   

“Our Guardian Angel has a sense of humor!” the bride opined. “That’s nice in a bizarro way!”                                                                                                                                     Please join us weekly for What Pegman Saw

This week’s photograph is of Abaco, Bahamas


Instructions are available at the link above.







The Apple Of His Eye

“But it’s an APPLE!!” Wiggums reminded his friend Krausmeyer.tltweek110

“We simply can’t possibly expect people to take us the least bit seriously if we ask them to send their youngsters to a school That’s such a dead ringer for a fruit!”


“Show some imagination for once in your life, Old Bean,” his frustrated sidekick pointed out. “All throughout mankind’s existence, the Apple has made a difference~from Adam and Eve to William Tell, From Johnny Appleseed to the Beatles!”


“Besides everything else,” Krausmeyer continued ebulliently, “just wait until you get a load of the most important thing.” After a long stunned pause, he continued:
The seven mail boxes represent the fact that an apple a day keeps the doctor away!”


This is my very first attempt at Three Line Tales. Please go to the link to find out what it’s all about. This week’s photo credit goes to Jerry Kiesewetter via Unsplash.


burgerClem and Mabel were enjoying their weekly dispensation from their otherwise strict diet.

You know, Clem,” she announced. “This Duolingo site is absolutely amazing!”

I agree,” he admitted. “I grew up in an Italian and Hispanic neighborhood in Queens. Then when I went to St. John the Baptist High School, I took Spanish, and at Farmingdale College I took Italian. I stink at them now though, so Duolingo is my pride and joy!”


“Here’s an example of how confusing language is,” he continued. In Italian, ‘Quanto’ means ‘How much. ‘Quando’ means ‘When’, and ‘Guanto’ is ‘Goat.’ ”

“The word for ‘Ant’ is ‘Formica’, and the word for ‘Lawyer’, ‘Avocato’ is dangerously close to the English ‘Avocado.’ “


“Of course you realize,” she nudged him, “that besides becoming polyglots, by using this site we can also develop quite an obnoxious sense of humor~and we can forget how horribly fattening the food is here.” 


“That’s the important thing,” he admitted as they went on conjugating verbs and nitpicking over parts of speech.


As it was finally time to leave, Clem explained to Mabel, “Soon we can be honorary~or, should I say, ornery~Europeans.”


They walked away full and happy.


The preceding is my very first attempt at Flash Fiction For the Purposeful Practitioner . Please go to the link to find out what it’s all about.  Photo credit is : Morgue File

The Lost Generation


“You know, honey,” Basil told Myrtle, “People only remember World War One from Fred Mertz’s “Inky Dinky Parlez Vous” and Snoopy’s adventures as a flying ace.”

“Yes, I know,” his wife complained. “Hitler happened because of Germany’s resentment of the Versailles Treaty. Unexploded bombs from the war will be capable of going off for the next eight centuries.”

“Those two facts are connected,” he reminded her. 

In his backpack he was carrying copies of Remarque’s “All’s Quiet On the Western Front” and Carl Sandburg’s “Grass.”

“Let’s go get some coffee,” she suggested as they continued on their way. 


Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff~Fields for guiding us weekly in Friday Fictioneers , and please read the links for all the details. This week’s photo prompt was provided by Sandra Crook.


Please also see “All’s Quiet On the Western Front” , and “Grass” for some further insight into the war.