Posted in Border hopping, Nature, Photo, Sunday Post

Sunday Post: Bay

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The beautiful bay of Sao Martinho do Porto in Portugal. The photo in the header is also of the same bay.

Check out other Bays at Jake Sprinter.

Posted in Culture/History, Personal, Photo, Six Word Saturday

Memories in black & white

My Saturday in six words:


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Yesterday, I posted a poem for my dear mother on my Dutch blog, Doldriest: Mom, can I be a child once more? In search of an illustration for that poem, I opened my photo album which I hadn’t seen in years. And found these jewels. So many memories… so in stead of doing my taxes, I’m lost in the past.

Will you search for sweet old memories today too?

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Posted in Nature, Photo, Photo challenge

Travel theme: Green



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More beautiful green at Ailsa’s Where’s my backpack?

Posted in Border hopping, Photo, Photo challenge

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lunchtime


It’s phonoegraphy month, and what do we love to photograph with our cameraphones? Food. So why fight it? This week’s theme is “lunchtime.”

In a new post created for this challenge, share a picture that says LUNCHTIME.

Since this challenge arrived way after lunchtime – living in the Netherlands – I chose two photos that were actually taken with my cell phone. Not today, but last summer, in Italy, where we had the most incredible lunch. Ever. Pieces of heaven had been transported down to earth and landed on our plates. For this alone I would return to Tuscany.

You may look, but only if you promise not to drool all over your keyboard. Or mine 😉





Want to get hungry? At The Daily Post are more lunches. For free.

Posted in Six word stories

Battle for Spring

My second story about Spring:



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Lady Spring

And this is my own story about Spring:


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Six Word Story Challenge – Spring

In the last two weeks, impressive stories have been told here at Figments. Stories in only six words! The prompt was Poverty. Feel free to take a look.

But today it is time for a new challenge. Write a story, using only six words and an image, about SPRING. With this cold, we can use a bit of warmth. I will be waiting here for you for the next two weeks.

At the spring equinox, days are close to 12 hours long with day length increasing as the season progresses. Spring and “springtime” refer to the season, and also to ideas of rebirth, rejuvenation, renewal, resurrection, and regrowth.

In some regions in the Northern Hemisphere, the astronomical March equinox (currently around 20 March, but traditionally 21 March) is taken to mark the first day of spring, and the Northern solstice (around 21 June) is taken as the first day of summer. In other regions, the equinox is taken as mid-spring.

SPRING it is! Let a photo or image inspire you to write a story. Or first write the story, and then make or search for a picture to go with it.

Here’s a Six Word Story by Ernest Hemingway.


Such an impact and unseen images in only six words…

Every two weeks on Wednesday I will post a new theme for this Six Word Story Challenge. Publish your Six Word Story on your own website/blog and paste the link to that post in a comment here at Figments. I will include your contribution in this post, forming a list of stories.

Will you join me? Will you? Say you do :D  And share the challenge news!

Have fun writing,




Who’s next? 😀

The next challenge will be posted on Wednesday, March 27.
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Older stories:
130226 – Poverty

Posted in Animals, Humour, Photo

Silly Moment



Posted in Inspiration, Stories, Writing

The Way to Happiness

Kellie Elmore has challenged us with a new Free Write Friday Time & Place Scenario

You find yourself in an elevator. The door closes and you see only five buttons. A sign hangs above them that reads: “Find Happiness.” Each button is a different color. Red, blue, green, orange and yellow. There are no other instructions and you must push one to get the elevator to move. Which color do you choose and why? Where does it take you?

Here’s my story:

She stood dead still, hardly breathing. The entrance was right in front of her and all she had to do was step forward. But her feet would not move. Tendrils of doubt were pulling her back. Back towards her old life. Back towards certainty. No! The steel doors hissed with impatience. She looked at the desk, where the clerk was watching her. His eyes tried to burn their way through her spine, but she ignored the pressure.

The hallway was huge. A cold draft twirled through the many layers of her consciousness. Loneliness struck hard. There was nothing for her here. Upstairs would be people. And coffee! Squaring her shoulders, she stepped forward, straight into the gaping maw of the elevator. With an impatient snap, the doors closed and absorbed her. Like a birth canal.

Eighth floor, the instruction said. The intricate carvings on the elevator wall entangled her thoughts with Celtic patterns. She traced the lines with her index finger until she came upon the control panel. Five buttons. The bright colors clashed with the wooden interior in the diffused light. Only five? Impossible! When she looked closer, she discovered an inscription that said ‘Find happiness’.

Find happiness? Was this some kind of joke? She thought of her parents, who had been so worried when she told them about her plans to find work in the city. Moving out. She could still feel the tears in her father’s farewell hug.

Happiness, she could use a bit of that. She would give anything for a moment of wellness. The gray of the past weeks was too overwhelming, was shutting her emotions down until only despair remained. Her bank account was almost empty; there was only enough left for one month’s rent. Now focus, you need this job! Five colors for happiness.

The warm red glowed under her fingers, pulsing to the beat of the blood in her veins. Cool blue, calming her troubled mind. Nature’s green, reminding her of the woods where she used to walk with her dad. The fruity orange of the orchard. A sunny glow of bright yellow. Her heart responded. She had missed the colors in her life so much of late. But which button should she choose? Why couldn’t there be a simple 8?

Suddenly a myriad of lights melted together into one flame, that burned the darkness away. It was as if a shroud of doubts was lifted. One color was missing in these rainbow buttons! The one hue that colored her mother’s eyes. The one color that created her own name. She turned her back on the bright panel and blindly grabbed for the button that would release her from this prison. The one she simply knew would be there. It was the purple button that opened the only door back to happiness. To herself.

Violet went home.