Journaling Prompts #2

Hi readers! Welcome to 2020! I hope the new year is going well for you and that you are enjoying it so far. I’ve got some fun journal prompts for you to dig into. So enjoy writing or ruminating on these for awhile!


* Was 2019 for you good, bad, OK etc? How do you want 2020 to be better?

* List your top three goals for the year. How will you accomplish them? What are you doing now to reach them? How will you feel if you do/don’t reach your goals for the year?

* If you reached a goal in 2019, what was it? What goal in your past years (or in 2019) were you most proud of?

* What would your perfect New Year’s look like?


* What makes you laugh? What makes you laugh so hard you snort, fall off your chair etc.?

* What food could you not go without?

* If you have journaled before, look at some of your old journals. What is the funniest, most ridiculous or embarrassing thing you ever wrote?

* What is the dumbest/ most useless product on the market? If you were an infomercial host or sales person and had to sell it, how would you convince people to buy it?

* If you could invent anything, what would it be? Describe it, and if possible, sketch it. Do you have any ideas for an invention already?


* What event touched you the most or deepest in 2019?

* If you could see anything on the nightly news or in a newspaper or news website what would it be?

* What do you hope for national (in your country) & international relations for 2020?

* What three things does your community need most in order to improve or flourish?


*How do you treat strangers? Are you happy with the answer? Why or why not? How do you treat acquaintances or coworkers? How do you treat your friends and family?

* Pick someone close to you & write about what you love about them.

* Describe a moment of joy with someone that you have had. Describe a moment of joy that you witnessed someone else having. How did these moments affect the day afterwards?

*Has something good happened with someone you care for this year so far?


Journaling Prompts!

Hi readers! Today’s posts are centered on the idea of journaling. This one is a companion to the ‘Journaling: List Making and Prompts’ post. These are just some ideas for prompts to get you going or to inspire you.

*What is the most interesting/funny thing a child has ever said to you?

*What are your thoughts on conversations with kids? Who do you prefer talking to, kids, or adults? 

*What’s the most interesting/funny/weird thing you’ve ever overheard? Did the people you were listening to discover you were listening in? How did they react?

*If you were a magician, what kind of trick would you like to perform? 

*Name the three countries/places you want to visit most; why did you choose those places?

*What do you want to accomplish this month? What actions can you take to do that?

*What was the best moment for you from the past day or week?

*What is your favorite word? Your favorite sound?

*Name one special person in your life (dead or living). Why are they special? What do you love most about them?

*What is your favorite song right now? Why?

* If you could have been in any band, which would it be? Why did you choose this band?

*If you had decided to pursue music, and had put together a band, what genre of music would it play and what would its name be? Would it have had groupies?

*Name a person you have loved or do currently love. What are some ways in which you have acted in love towards them? Reflect on those acts.

*If you could travel back in time, where would you go, what would you do and why did you choose this time period? 

*What historical events are most interesting to you? Why? What sort of impact do you think they had on the world or the society they occurred in? 

*If you had been an athlete and gone to the Olympics, what sport would you have played?

*If you climbed to to top of a mountain, would you yell anything out? And if so, what would it be?


So which prompt is your favorite?


Flash in the Pan (Short Fiction)

“Dragon Rock” Part 1

“Dude, we are not asking the dragon for directions.” Said Zepher as he handed his flying partner Jiri a tool.

Zepher and Jiri, members of the Air Guard on their home planet Kirie had found themselves stranded on an island in one of the planet’s oceans when their patrol flight vehicle experienced a malfunction forcing them to land on Dragon Rock island.

“But we’re here and don’t know the island.” Jiri responded. He fiddled with the engine of their patrol craft for a moment, hoping to re-start it.

“Really?” Zepher responded sarcastically.

“And this thing is shot anyway….. And why not?”

This elicited a quizzical look from Zepher.

“Because it’s crazy. And it’s a dragon- it might eat us or something. And who knows what it’ll do to us!?”

Jiri closed the door to the engine compartment and began to secure the vehicle. He gestured to Zepher to get their things from inside. Despite the sunny, cloudless day, it was still chilly. Winter was only two weeks away and nightfall would bring a dangerous cold.

“Ok, first of all, I don’t think he eats Kirians. I heard he eats livestock and other animals. And secondly, the weird stories about him could just be rumors.”

“Ok, what if it isn’t the only dragon here!? You’ve heard the rumors!”

“Yes, but they’re just that- rumors. It’s probably fine.”

“I don’t want to find out.”

Zepher pulled their computer tablets, communicators and emergency survival packs from the flight  cockpit.

“Well, it doesn’t matter, anyway” Jiri finally said. “We just need directions.”

“We can figure our own way.”

“We don’t know this island!”

”Yeah, that’s because no Kirians come here cause there’s a crazy ass dragon living on it.” Zepher exclaimed.

“Hence, we need directions. Pull out the pad, we’ll try the map.” Jiri responded calmly.

Zepher sighed and pulled a small tablet from his backpack.  It annoyed Zepher that Jiri was so calm. He handed it to his partner.  Zepher proceeded to complain as Jiri poked the tablet, trying to bring up a map. The island had been a military post for nearly a hundred years before dragons forced the Kirians to abandon it forty years earlier. Now, there was one famous-or infamous if you believed the rumors- dragon occupying the island.

But traces of Kirian settlement were still left. Some of the original buildings remained standing and functional and could provide shelter for the night. Jiri was looking for the one that sat on far eastern coast of the island. Its electrical signal was still active, meaning the equipment inside might still be able to send a distress call or message.

“We’re risking our lives just being here.”

“You’re being such a child, you know that? It’s gonna be fine.” Jiri finally said.

“There is potential for my life to be threatened, so that means my fear- and the pansy ass behavior that comes with it is justified.”

Jiri chuckled and shook his head.

“I’m not getting a good connection to the internet system, it’s only loading the map for the southwest corner of the island. Look, we don’t have much left of our provisions. I really don’t want to be out here overnight, it’s gonna get really cold.”

Zepher sighed in defeat. He couldn’t argue with that.

“Can we at least be cautious?” Zepher requested.

“Of course. We’ll keep a safe distance.” Jiri yielded.

Zepher grudgingly agreed and the two began walking.

The island was dominated by large, dark rocks. Huge, beautiful trees and vegetation sprouted up in the small plots of soil nestled in between the rocks.  About an hour later, Jiri and Zepher were climbing a hill dotted with rocks when Jiri spotted the dragon about a hundred yards ahead perched on a large round rock looking out towards the ocean.

“ There he is.” Jiri whispered to Zepher.  “You ready?”.

Zepher wasn’t ready, and was hanging behind his partner. When he didn’t respond. Jiri turned back to him.

“It’ll be fine, man, don’t worry.”

Jiri began moving forward towards the creature, gesturing for Zepher to follow.

“I wish I could believe you, man.” Zepher said in a hushed whisper as the two men climbed the rocky hill. As they got closer the animal looked bigger and bigger. With only about thirty yards between them and the creature, he looked like a hulking mass of muscle.

“Shit! He’s massive!” Exclaimed Zepher.

“Shhh! Be nice!” Jiri whispered to Zepher before approaching the dragon.  “Hello!” He called out.




PHOTO: Pixabay/elukac

Flash in the Pan (Short Fiction)

Micro Fiction Stories

“Fool Yourself”

*He couldn’t hide it from anyone- except himself. Person after person left his life, never to return. Friends, girlfriends, co-workers, a sibling. With each lost relationship, the confusion grew stronger and stronger. ‘Why were they leaving’, he thought? The only person who stuck around was his mother- but that relationship was strained. She tried telling him he was difficult, but he never listened. ‘Just haters’, he thought. But he couldn’t keep people in his life for long. He began to think maybe something was wrong. But would he ever see it? Would he ever change?



*She built a life with a husband in Charlotte. Then she fell in love with another man. So she married him and had two husbands. A few years later, in Greensboro, she had added a third man to the mix. Three cities, three lives, three husbands. The men didn’t know about each other- at least she didn’t think they did. She worked hard to keep each life a secret. She wove an ever growing web of lies to juggle it all. She constantly feared the reaction of her husbands; she knew that if her secret were exposed, she’d lose all three.  Then the day came when they told her they knew…….They’d known for awhile; but to her surprise, they weren’t mad.


 “Like Father Like Son”

*Long ago, when Ryan was young his father Caleb had suffered from a horrible disease. Caleb suffered for years, unable to care for himself, slowly disintegrating, and going towards death step by step. Ryan and his family rallied around his father to care for him. Ryan’s greatest fear had always been dying the same way. He couldn’t shake the fear; it was like a shadow. Then one day he was diagnosed with the same thing.  Only he had no family to take care of him.


Flash in the Pan (Short Fiction)

The Sock Dimension

Hi  readers! I hope the new year has been positive for all of you so far! Today I’m posting a short piece in response to a prompt from the blog ‘A Writing Prompt A Day’. The prompt was to write a piece about why socks go missing. So here it is.

Monday morning came early for the Henderson’s. Marques wandered into the kitchen to start some breakfast. Out of the kitchen window the sun began to peek over the horizon of the Arizona desert. Bright orange and yellow rays of light burst through the scattering of clouds in the sky. He wished he had more time to enjoy it, but he had an early meeting that morning. He put a pan of oatmeal on the stove and walked across the room to the laundry nook. He had been drying some clothes over night. Marques began pulling out the clothes. His wife Kara stuck her head in the door to say good morning before wandering into the kitchen.

Marques peered into the dryer, pulling the clothing into a laundry basket, sifted through the items and sighed. Another pair gone again. He stood up and took his full basket into the kitchen.

“Lost some more.” He said to Kara.

Kara looked up from stirring the oatmeal.


“I don’t know where they go!” Marques exclaimed.

“So which ones are gone this time?”

“My blue and gold striped and your pink ones with the watermelons.”

Kara sighed. The couple had been losing socks at a steady rate for the last few weeks.

“Well, that’s how it is in the dryer: something goes missing and you end up with something you don’t even remember buying.”

Marques dropped the basket onto the kitchen table.

“I swear they’re getting sucked into some other dimension or something.” he said in sarcastic frustration.

Kara chuckled as she pulled the oatmeal from the pan and plopped it into two bowls.

“Well, that’s as good an explanation as there is.” Kara laughed as she handed a bowl to her husband. “That’s probably how we ended up with all those pairs of baby socks two weeks ago.” She pointed out.

“I guess so.” He sighed. “Just once I’d like to put our things in the dryer and not lose something or get something else that’s not ours.”

About an hour later in Massachusetts, Eleanor and Alessandro were playing with their baby daughter Kiyana, enjoying their day off from work. The dryer timer dinged and Eleanor walked into the laundry room, pulled open the dryer door and reached in for their laundry. She pulled out a handful of socks. One pair was pink with little watermelons, the other blue and gold striped.

“What the crap!?”

“What?” Her husband called out from the other room.

“Another bunch of freaking socks!” She responded as she sifted through their laundry.

“Again!?” Alessandro called back. “This is the fifth time this month! Where the heck are those things coming from!?”

Eleanor walked out of the laundry closet with the socks in hand and promptly threw them  on the nearby couch. “I don’t know! I swear they come out of nowhere! Every time we do a load of laundry we get some random pair of socks we don’t own and end up losing socks we do own. I can’t keep Kiyana’s socks for anything. It’s like they get lost in some black hole or some weird other dimension.”

“Ok, maybe they’re ours, and we just forgot about buying them.” Alessandro suggested.

“Well, that still doesn’t explain how we lost Kiyana’s.”

“They’re tiny, maybe they got sucked into the dryer duct.”

Alessandro shook his head as he pushed Kiyana  in her rocker. She cooed and giggled.

Eleanor came to sit on the floor with her husband and daughter. “I’m getting tired of constantly buying socks- and baby socks are expensive. They’re so tiny- why do they cost so much!?”

“Maybe we should start putting our used, holey socks in instead.” Alessandro chuckled. That’ll be a great way to get rid of them.”

“I want to know what we can put in to get our stuff back!” Eleanor  retorted.

Kiyana tugged at her socks and giggled.


PHOTO: Pixabay/Tawnyowl

Stray Thoughts

Journal Your Way to Better Stories!

Do you dream of being a published writer? Do you want to improve the writing you do, or come up with better ideas for stories? Then journaling can help you get there! A lot of people keep journals during their life; recording their thoughts, feelings and the events of their lives in blank books or notebooks. Even famous authors have engaged in the practice and have gotten benefits from it.

I myself am very familiar with journaling, in the traditional method and creative styles. I’ve kept yearly journals since I was about eight or nine years old and now teach creative journaling classes to kids and adults. I love teaching it and helping people discover its benefits. It’s good for everyone, especially writers and aspiring writers! In the article “Celebrated Writers on the Benefits of keeping a Diary” by Maria Popova, famous author Virginia Woolfe felt strongly about it and “speaks to the value of journaling in granting us unfiltered access to the rough gems of our own minds, ordinarily dismissed by the self-censorship of “formal” writing.” She goes on to quote Woolf as saying, “The habit of writing thus for my own eye only is good practice. It loosens the ligaments. Never mind the misses and the stumbles.”


Other authors who kept journals and recommended it for those also hoping to break into the field include  Anais Nin, W.H. Auden, David Sedaris, Henry David Thoreau, Madeline L’Engle and many others. The consensus among these writers is that they found journaling to be of huge benefit not only to themselves, but to their writing as well. They all agree that journaling was a key aspect of successful writing.

Richard  Nordquist quotes writer and writing instructor Pat Schneider on keeping a journal in his article “The Value of Keeping a Diary, Journal, or Writers Notebook.” on website Thought.Co:  “Your journal can be a diary of events, but it can also be your mulch, your seed bag, the womb of your art. It can be a safe place for writing first-draft material, for experimenting, for gathering and keeping impressions and information for future work.”

This is good advice. Your journal is a place for development, for you as an individual and for your work. For me, journaling helps me keep my powers of observation sharp and my creativity flowing, which is critical in any kind of writing. The writing helps me maintain my skills, and the creative techniques help me develop my imaginative thought process, improving the quality of writing I do and the ideas I use when doing it. It’s also great for working through writers block. When I struggle to find a good way to word my blog posts, articles or creative pieces, writing in my journal really helps get my mind working and helps me get out of the rut that is writers block. And then there are the words that Madeline L’Engle offered to aspirering writers: “If you want to write, you need to keep an honest, unpublishable journal that nobody reads, nobody but you.” (From website Bustle) So pull out your journal and get writing! You never know, it may help you become the world’s next famous author!



“Celebrated Writers on the Creative Benefits of Keeping a Diary” By: Maria Popova

From Web site ‘Brain Pickings’

“10 Famous Writers on Keeping a Journal” By: Jessica Ferri

From web site: ‘Early Bird Books’

“The Value of Keeping a Diary, Journal, or Writers Notebook.” By: Richard Nordquist

From website ‘Thought.Co’

“14 Madeline L’Engle Quotes That Will Inspire You To Write Your Next Novel” By:Alex Weiss

From website ‘Bustle’



Main Photo: Pixabay/Darius Sankowski

Second Photo: Pixabay/Bru-nO

Last Photo: Pixabay/Free-Photos

Flash in the Pan (Short Fiction)

Flash in the Pan (Short Fiction) Vol. 2 Three Flash Fiction Stories


The morning was still dark, but she was awake and loading her bags into her car. She looked sadly on the home she would never see again. The porch lights illuminated the crisp lines of the big beautiful house she had called home for the last three years-the longest she’d lived anywhere. It broke her heart, but she had to get out of there before they came for her. They were following her again and would be along shortly.


He was thirteen years younger, and thirteen long years behind her. She wished she had realized it before she married him. At least he was still happy.


The worst place to go and mess up your teeth was when you were out of town.  Three teeth were loose in Tom’s gums, and pain was shooting through his mouth. Luckily he’d found a dentist in town willing to fix it for him. He sat in an exam chair, cotton shoved up his mouth to stop the bleeding and the dentists’ hand probing his teeth. The dentist called an assistant in from another room. A woman entered and handed the dentist some tools. She looked so familiar, thought Tom, but he just couldn’t place her. She looked uncomfortable as Tom stared at her. Finally it hit him: he’d seen her on America’s Most Wanted- she was a fugitive! His eyes widened in terror. The assistant and dentist exchanged concerned glances. Then the dentist said “Tom, I’m afraid I’m going to have to put you under to fix these teeth.” Tom squirmed and tried to yell for help, but the sedation gas mask was on his face before he could get a word out.


Hope you enjoyed the flash fiction! Which one is your favorite?

Photo: Pixabay/ LeoNeo Boy  305 Images


Flash in the Pan (Short Fiction)

Flash in the Pan (Short Fiction) Vol. 1


Narrow brown path, flanking walls of green blades, her scent soliciting tiny insects. The sounds of happily chirping birds had stopped half a mile ago.  The route was narrowing; she wasn’t sure it where it was going anymore. Long, leafy stems kept slapping her face. An uncomfortable silence was advancing like the overgrown foliage. There was a tightening in her chest. It was time to turn around, she realized. But before she could, it stopped her in her tracks. Ten yards away, its eyes locked on her. Half as big as she was, it was a torpedo of muscle, covered in fur. She stepped back slowly. It watched her. She took another step, and then another.  As she took a fourth step back, it cocked it’s head, looking at her curiously. Without warning, the torpedo shot at her. She turned to run. A blur of green and brown was all she saw. Heavy panting and paws on the ground behind her filled her ears. Fear began to overwhelm her as she tried to flee. She could hear it getting closer. Bright light shone from around a corner, the dark path opening. The panting behind her got heavier, the animal getting closer. It would catch her if she wasn’t fast enough. But light was brightening the end of the path.


Prose · Random, Fun & Quirky · Stray Thoughts

Blue Asthma


Blue was all around me I think. I strained to adjust my eyes to what I was seeing. It was coming, but slowly. Things were just a little bit blurry and my eyes stinging. As my surroundings became clearer I became aware of other sensations. But not all at once. The sensations came one by one, each bringing with them another piece of fear. I heard muffled noises that sounded as if they were coming from above. Voices. My eyes bounced frenetically about the blue again. Then again. All I saw was blue. Waves and waves of ever changing blue. I hate this, I thought. I don’t want to be here. When my eyes finally adjusted and I realized that all that was there was the abyss I began to feel the pressure. No, weight. The weight on and inside my chest. Oh, gosh… I felt the pressure of the weight and it hurt so much, and the panic setting in just made it worse. Oh gosh. I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t. I want to go home. I wanna go home. It was just too much. Too scary, too much pain. Oh, gosh, the pain. I have to get out, I thought. So I rose, floated up, breaking the surface and instinctively gasping like a newborn baby desperate for its first gulp of precious air. This felt like the first breath. And another, and another still until I was satisfied. My eyes filled with stinging water I again surveyed the things around me and saw a blurry peach colored figure.

“You only stayed under for, like 10 seconds. You can do better than that!”

Oh, no I can’t, I thought, as the figure cleared up a little. He came near and fear again gripped me causing a familiar pain. Except this time, the pain was in my stomach. He was gonna make me hold my breath underwater again. Oh, gosh not again. Why’d mom have to sign me up for swimming lessons? I hate the pool.


Photo 1: Pixabay/ollivves

Photo 2: Pixabay/Pexels


Creative Journaling

Hey readers! Welcome to 2018! It’s a new year and an opportunity for new experiences! It’s also a chance for you to start a new journal or try a different journaling style. A few months ago I wrote a post about journaling and how to get started. (Here’s that post: )  As I mentioned in that one, I’ve been journaling for years and have experimented with all kinds of styles. Today I want to delve into a couple of those different styles.

The traditional form of journaling is to take a notebook or journal and just write down whatever you’re thinking and feeling. This usually occurs in standard paragraph/sentence form. The cool thing about journaling is that this traditional method is just the tip of the journaling iceberg! There are so many different ways of journaling and neat ways to make it even more fun! I’m talking about creative journaling, art journaling, scripture journaling, smashbooking and what I call computer journaling.

I’m going to take on just one of those today: Creative journaling. Or maybe I should say that I’m going to begin talking about it; there’s so much involved with creative journaling that it will take more than one post. Creative journaling is the umbrella term for many different kinds of untraditional and imaginative journaling styles.

Many people think that journal writing needs to be poetic and beautiful, that they must practically write a novel about their lives. This stops a lot of people from doing it. But journaling doesn’t have to be like this; it’s supposed to be fun. So don’t worry about making something perfect. Your journal is a record of you and your life, so do it the way YOU want. An easy way to start is to make lists. Instead of writing long sentences about your day, write bullet points of what your day consisted of. For example:


These sorts of lists are great for those days when you’re short on time or the desire to be creative. One tip: make your lists using different colored pens. This adds a creative flair that’s fun and beautiful. It’s so much fun to create a page full of color and it makes it more interesting to look back on later. (These aren’t real journal entries, just fictional ones made to illustrate the examples)

This is ideal for people that don’t like writing or don’t feel like writing out long, coherent sentences but still want to record the events in their lives or their ideas, etc.

Another thing you can do is to write about your day in artistic chunks.


This is the same fictional journal entry from the above photo done a little differently. You see I took the different events in this person’s life and made each one into a ‘chunk’. You can do this in different colors to give it lots of visual interest and even do doddles around the chunks to help separate them and make it look even more fun. You don’t need to be an amazing artist (or an artist of any kind) to do this. Just do squiggles, lines, circles, dots- whatever you like!




If lists or doodling aren’t your thing then I recommend trying a mixed media style of journaling. This style uses multiple types of supply (like pens and paper, or decorative items and specialty pens) is open to just about anything you can dream up. You can use scrapbook stickers, paper cutouts or stylish tapes.  If this strikes your fancy then I recommend starting with some basic journalistic craft supplies. Colored or printed papers, ribbon, washi tape, colored pens or markers. Below I’ve made some fiction examples of things you can try. P1 uses printed paper cut and glued onto a standard white page and the date done in gold stickers. P2 shows a print page with a gold sheet glued on top and a marker used to write on it. P3 shows a colored sheet with glued on stars cut from gold paper. (Try stencils if you’re not comfortable freehanding shapes). P4 shows washi tape stuck onto a standard white sheet. These ideas can easily be applied to most standard bound journals. The specialty papers can be glued onto standard paper in a journal and stickers, paper shapes and decorative tapes can also be applied directly to most pages in a bound journal or notebook. (In the photos below I’ve used specialty print paper and letter stickers found at a craft store.)

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If you’d like some more ideas to get you started then I recommend searching ‘creative journaling’ on Pinterest or Google Images. Both offer good images with neat ideas for designing your journal pages. These should help get your creative juices flowing!

So where do you get supplies for journaling? In the United States you can try the arts and craft chain Michael’s, which carries all of the things you’ll need for these sorts of journaling and other types as well. Another option is Hobby Lobby. Outside the US, check your local arts and crafts stores for these or similar products.

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(Above Supplies:  L: Washi tape * M: Paper & Stickers * R: Pigma Micron Pens  )

So when you’re ready to start, here’s a list of supplies needed for the journaling I’ve talked about today. (The supplies photographed above are the ones I used for the post and are just an example of supplies. There’s a huge variety of things available for you to use!) Creative journaling is

1) Pens

*Pigma Micron pens (various colors $10-25 At Michael’s and Hobby Lobby)

*Paper Mate Ink Joy Pens

*Pentell R.S.V.P. Ball Point Stick Pens 8 Assorted colors ($6-$7 at Target, Wal-Mart)

2)Scrapbook paper in solid colors and prints

*Individual sheets ($0.69-1.99 at Michael’s)

*Paper packs  ($20-30 at Michael’s)

3)Washi Tape

*Tube of assorted colors/prints ($10-25 at Michael’s. They also sells smaller packs of washi tape with 3-5 rolls for about $5 each)