A Life-Saver – Sunday Fiction photo prompt

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A Life-Saver

Written by Tessa Smeigh

copyright November 2015

Heave-ho,” yelled Joe the head of the “Floating Joe’s.” Joe was in charge of a group of rafts. They were practicing for a race against another group in a few days.

At his yell they all got in place for the long set of rapids in this area. This happened to be the most dangerous area of the whole trip and it was necessary to practice it. Someone always fell out. Both teams had problems here and it basically amounted to how many rafts made it intact to the end of the race.

Just as it looked as if all would make it this time, Justin tipped over and started struggling. Joe paddled over to the area, but Justin was already being sucked down the rapids.

Just then they saw Justin stop moving and bouncing around in one area. He had found a tire stuck between a tree and a rock outcrop and managed to grab it. He held on for dear life.

Joe and one of the others came up behind him and grabbed the tire as well. They pulled him over and into Joe’s raft. Joe immediately took off for the end. The practice was over.

Justin was lucky. The medical crew couldn’t find a thing wrong with him, but they took him by ambulance to the hospital to be checked out.

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Studio 30 Plus – prompts thankful/beholden

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I am Beholden

By Tessa Smeigh

copyright 2015

I am beholden to God. God really was my savior. This is a true story.

3 years ago I attempted to take my life. I didn’t know how many pills and alcohol I needed so I drank a full bottle of wine and took a huge handful of pills in addition to my regular nightly load of psychiatric drugs. All I managed to do was end up groggy and super drowsy.

I upset my family, my daughter took me to the hospital and I spent 9 days locked up while they started me on medication and provided lots of therapy. In addition to my bipolar disorder, anxiety and panic, OCD, they diagnosed me with PTSD and borderline personality disorder.

I was released on my birthday, but had to agree to at least 3 – 5 more weeks of partial hospitalization which was 5 days a week, 5 hrs per day of constant therapy. I had a lot of stuff pounded in my head. I was released from there after 3 weeks. They wanted me to continue with an intense therapy program, but none of them in the area accepted charity care so I was set up with my current therapist and a nurse to prescribe medication.

God has planted a picture in my mind to remind me what happened and what would happen again on another try and that is, of course, unless I managed to accomplish the suicide at another time.

This has brought God back into my life. Not right away, but I realize that all these years I denied him, he has been watching out for me and for that I am thankful.


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Master Class Monday: Venemous Honey

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Venemous Honey

Written by Teresa Dean Smeigh

Copyright November 2015

Honey hid in the bushes along the path leading to her destination. She didn’t want anyone to see her. It was dark and she fumbled her way through the bushes as quietly as possible. She was under town watch. No one trusted her and who could blame them. She was not as sweet as the honey bees she kept and the town named their new resident, Venemous Honey.

She quietly kept inching down the bushes on the path line so she wouldn’t get lost. This path would take her exactly where she was going with the hopes of accomplishing her mission. It was dark and she couldn’t use a light to show her the way. She had been traveling this path daily in an effort to learn the way in the dark.

Every now and then she would run into a resident out for an evening stroll and she would have to stop and wait until they had moved on far enough to be out of hearing range.

She continued on her mission. She knew what she was going to find and she intended to take care of it.

She was just outside the cottage rented by John Burbage, the town’s most eligible bachelor. Honey had fallen in love with him immediately. That others were in her way didn’t matter. She would have him

He dated Honey, but he never stopped dating Marg and Susan. Honey considered him hers. She bided her time, but now the time was right. He had a date with Susan tonight and she would leave around 10:00 PM as usual. She had an early morning.

Honey knew something the whole town knew of course. He was deathly allergic to bees. He kept his vial of allergy life-saving elixir in a needle ready to use close to him.

She watched as Susan left. She waited a little bit and then knocked on the door, her hand in her pocket on the needle full of bee venom.

John was surprised at the site of her since he knew they had no date tonight. She sat on the couch and asked him to come sit by her and talk to her. She had an idea she wanted to share.

John did sit on the couch, but not close to her like she wanted. She moved closer and he moved to a chair.

John was is the problem with you?”

Honey I have been hearing some disturbing stories about you. People passing through have mentioned a woman with a bee farm and that she was wanted for possible murders. Her description fits you.

Honey darted to the chair and stuck him with the needle, but John was ready for her he jammed his needle in his leg and his dagger into her chest.

He quickly called the authorities and they brought a picture with them which had just come through. It was Venemous Honey alright. The doctor pronounced her dead and John’s needle the life-saver, plus having the little dagger he kept so close to him.


Master Class Monday: Venemus Honey. This is either spelled wrong or doesn’t exist as a word in the dictionary. I used the meaning for Venomous.

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Three Word Wednesday – November 27, 2015


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3WW Week No. 455

As you well know, each week I post three words. You write something using the words. Then come back and post a link to the contribution with Mr. Linky (but please, link to the exact post, not your blog, by clicking on the exact post title and paste it to Mr. Linky below). As always, there’s no hard-and-fast rule that you have to post on Wednesday. (And if you want a hint as to when I post three new words, follow me on Twitter @tgabrukiewicz.) I do invite everyone to check back often to read and comment on other contributions. This is, after all, a community for writers, poets and bloggers who clamor for your feedback. Share with friends. Tweet the love. Let us build this community.

Habitual, adjective: done or doing constantly or as a habit, regular; usual.

Illustrious, adjective: well known, respected, and admired for past achievements.

Jumbled, verb: mix up in a confused or untidy way.


by Tessa Smeigh
copyright November 2015

My habitual jumbled mess,
Led to my nickname Tess.

My childhood name was Messy.
And then they added Tessy.

I am illustrious for my writing.
The articles I am always citing.

Making a name for myself.
Determined to do it or else.

Tessa is a grownup name
And article writing is my game.


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FRIDAY FICTION with RONOVAN WRITES Prompt Challenge #3 – Judy and John – The Flight – Part 3

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Judy and John – the Flight

written by Teresa Dean Smeigh

copyright November 2015

I know them,” John shouted and started towards the side of the burning cabin towards the direction they had been headed.

John, NO!”

Judy I have to go, they might get away. Wait here for your parents; I asked the chief of police to call them and they will take you to the hospital and tell the police that I am following the suspects to Bush Mills Grove. They will understand the area I mean.”

John took off and left her waiting for everyone. She could hear sirens in the distance. What about the danger, what about his flight back to the base, they won’t understand or will they, she didn’t know his position in the military? It was all hush-hush!

Judy!” her mom shouted and then grabbed her in a hug.

Her father checked that she was not seriously injured and asked her where John was.

He said to tell the police he was headed to Bush Mills Grove and they would know where to go. What is going on around here?”

Judy, Joan I have to go. Joan take Judy to the hospital. I will check in as soon as I can get away,” and John headed to the chief of police.

Mom! What is going on around here, seriously? Both Dad and John are acting strange. John is going to miss his flight.”

Judy let’s go to the hospital. I can’t tell you any more than they did, but guaranteed that flight isn’t going anywhere until Lieutenant John Burns is safely inside.” Lieutenant?

I didn’t know he was an officer and what about Dad?”

I am sorry Dad is still involved with a special group in the military and John is one of his prized protegees. We have to keep this hush-hush or some important military information could leak out. Please don’t say anything or ask anymore questions. Off to the hospital with you!”

Will they be alright? Mom, please tell me they will both be alright.”

Your Dad and John are both used to these sort of situations. There goes you Dad with the police.” I can’t stand waiting around and having no idea what is going on.

Judy please let’s go!”

As Joan and Judy argued about leaving there was rapid fire from the direction of the grove area and both women quit moving. Oh God, no, John, Dad where are you?

The firemen were still fighting the cabin fire and the surrounding woods. They didn’t hear the shots above the roar of the fire and hoses spouting off water.

Judy and her mother clung to each other. John stumbled out holding his belly. A policeman was with him called for an ambulance to come over. They got him on a stretcher and Judy ran to his side.

John are you all right? What is going on? Where’s dad?”

Put both women in here with me,” John ordered. “Yes sir!” the EMT replied.

Where’s my husband?”

Get in here now! That’s an order, civilians or not.”

They got in and settled down as best as possible so they were not in the EMT’s way who was working on John. Judy held her mother.

Your father is very brave and he actually pinned the men down so they couldn’t get out of the grove and after the gunfire exchange we found the suspects both down. Your father took a bullet in his leg, He will be fine, but he will be at the hospital right now, so quit making me talk and be quiet.”

Judy was so worried about John she had forgotten her own injuries. Once John was stabilized the EMT looked at Judy’s hands and put a temporary dressing on them. Thank God they are both alright!


The Flight is part 3 of Judy and John. The Honeymoon is part 2 and part 1 is John and Judy.


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This is your Chance to Post on BLW!!! – Share your Thoughts, Stories & Ideas with Us


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#Writer’s Quote Wednesday (on Tuesday) & #BeWoW

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#Writer’s Quote Wednesday (on Tuesday) & #BeWoW

cocoon-591556_1920 (2)Like a cocoon to a butterfly I am changing my life from what I am to what I need to be. My life belongs to God and he needs me to follow his plan and not mine.

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One-Liner Wednesday – Princess

One-Liner Wednesday

princess girl-757031_1280The beautiful princess was not as beautiful on the inside.

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← RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #72 Life&Give

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Writing 101, Day 19: Feature a guest or list of preferred links

I am a lover of prompt writing. Here is my list of some of my favorite prompt sites. There are many more out there. Every time I see a prompt writing or photo prompt I always check it out. I have found many great sites that way and this is just a very small listing of them.

Pick a site or pick all of them and join in the fun. Always wanted to try your hand at writing and had no ideas come to mind? These sites will get you started.


  1. http://ourwriteside.com/mcm8/
  2. http://studio30plus.com
  3. https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com
  4. https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com
  5. http://lindaghill.com/
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Wicked Ways

Originally posted on 12/19/2012 and I just came across it and it reminds me why I wrote it. It is partially about my life and the hyper-sexuality caused by my bipolar disorder.

Wicked Ways

She was a wicked woman,
careless in her ways.

Gave a care for no one,
slept away her days.

At night she met the men,
different one each night.

One night she was beat up,
indifferent to her plight.

Obsessed with men, any man
She gave no thought to her soul.

Her friends finally intervened,
They tried to make her whole.

She ignored their advice,
and shut them all out.

Then one day she started
to feel some doubt.

She started to fear the future,
looked for ways to feel.

She stopped seeing the men,
and finally began to heal.


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Writing 101, Day 18: Compose a series of anecdotes

Writing 101, Day 18: Compose a series of anecdotes

The Smeigh Family Vignette:

15 years old A and I meet at a skating rink. He asked the little brother of one of his friends to ask me to skate.

We skated, he worked there. we became a couple. I started working there.

We broke up, had separate boyfriends and girlfriends. The 2 of them got together.

We got back together. He forced me by guilt into having sex. I got pregnant although I didn’t know it them. I was a naïve 17 yr old. I miscarried.

We eventually married, after he went into the Marine Corp. I moved down to NC and we found a place to live during training.

I got pregnant for real this time and gave birth.

I got pregnant again with 2 daughter.

3rd time was the boy. He is 10 years younger than his older sister and born in NJ not NC.

Married 23 years and divorced for 16.

4 grandchildren. Both daughters have 2 children each.


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Share Your World – 2015 Week #47

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Share Your World – 2015 Week #47

In your native language which letter or character describes you best?  Why?

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The letter O describes me in my native language of American English. I feel that way because I am obese which starts with O and I am round in body shape. Well almost.  :-)

What is your greatest extravagance?

birthday-cake-757102_1920Seriously it is junk food, but food in general. I love to eat, hence the O above.

Do you prefer exercising your mind or your body? How frequently do you do either?

psyche-518161_1280 (2)My brain. I love to think and write and even reading, and I do it every day. I don’t care about the physical part and my chronic pain makes that difficult anyway.

List at least 5 things that makes you laugh.


  1. some jokes
  2. newborns – humans or animals
  3. funny pictures
  4. comedies
  5. the mess in my room, it is beyond ridiculous now.

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

I am grateful that I got to spend time with one of my daughters last week. This week is a tricky one, I guess I will be happy when the holiday is over.


I sincerely hope you enjoy my questions for this week and find the questions interesting enough to play along.   If you ever want me to ask anything specific, please feel free to contact me.  You don’t think a lot about these questions, unless of course it is FUN for you.  Simply dream and just let loose, or you let your alter ego answer if you want.   Have a fabulous week everyone!!

Even though I oftentimes will add photos to my answers, it is not a requirement to participate in Share your World.

Here is the basic format.  I will ask you:

  • To answer three random questions each week.
  • Respond to a fourth item (I will randomly chose from this list)
    • Making a List out of a topic
    • Completing the sentence I start
    • Answering a Would you Rather question
  • Bonus Question is always the same  “What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?”  Because we all need to be reminded that there are many things in our lives to be grateful about.  
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underwater woman-807654_1280She prepared herself for her last moments in life. All prettied up, the emergency medical team was the last people to see her before death took the prettiness away.

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Haiku Horizons prompt “pepper” # 92

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Haiku Horizons prompt “pepper”

Welcome to week 92 of Haiku Horizons. This week’s prompt is “pepper. Haiku Horizons will provide a haiku prompt each Sunday. Write a haiku based on the prompt and link to your post by clicking on the image below. For additional details, read the About page. To offer prompt suggestions, click on the “Prompts” tab. Enjoy!

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#WeekendCoffeeShare: Almost Holiday Time – Bah Humbug

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Another Saturday is passing. Bringing us closer to the holidays and I simply can’t tolerate either Thanksgiving or Christmas.

If we were having coffee I would tell you how sad and mad both holidays make me. I never enjoyed Christmas even as a child. We were poor, but my parents lucked into a house in a rich town. When Christmas came our friends got tons of stuff and we got a few things that my parents could afford. I never understood why Santa seemed to miss our house. I know that is petty, but not when you are a child and expecting Santa like all your friend.

I would tell you I didn’t know that I had bipolar disorder and didn’t know why I was so sad at times. My marriage was not a happy one and Christmas just made it worse. I hate to shop for anyone. I cry at Christmas Carols.

I would tell you Thanksgiving isn’t as bad and that is only because I get a great dinner and I don’t have to cook it. My sister does.

Before I really get started I would get going if I were you. Don’t let me start on my true feelings of the holidays and let me remind myself that Christmas is about Christ’s birth.

Have a Happy Thanksgiving every one!


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Friday Fiction with RonovanFRIDAY FICTION with RONOVAN WRITES Prompt Challenge #2


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Judy and John – the Newlyweds

written by Teresa Dean Smeigh

copyright November 2015

Newly married Judy and John Burns stood surveying their future home, a run down cabin on the lake. John inherited the cabin from his uncle and hadn’t had any plans for it, but since he married Judy and they needed a home he thought it would be perfect for a young couple just starting out. Judy was into remodeling and her family business just happened to be remodeling and home building. Her brothers would certainly help her.

He was on his way back to the base tonight. They had gotten married in Vegas and took a short honeymoon there and headed back to Bush Mills. Judy had already lost her wedding ring once, but luckily for her John was able to find it for her. She was always losing things.

The cabin was getting darker as the light from the sun was disappearing behind the trees surrounding the cabin. Soon the moon would reflect silver off the lake.

Hush, Judy and listen.”

I don’t here anything, but birds and other wild creatures.”

Exactly no cars and trucks and kids screaming. Peace and quiet.”


What was that John?”

Oh, no Judy, the cabin is on fire. Judy come back here.”

She was already ripping the door open and screamed in pain.

John grabbed her hand, “Did you burn yourself?”

Yes, and it hurts bad.”

Let me call the police and fire and then I will take you to the hospital.”

But our home.”

It’s gone Judy, we will look for a new one when I get out of the military and home for good.”

The fire was in full blaze and gave off enough light for them to see two figures running off into the woods.

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Looks Do Matter!

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Looks Do Matter!

Written by Teresa Dean Smeigh

copyright November 2015

We had a puppy and during the day we tied her outside in the yard. The neighbors who just happened to be black had a bunch of little children who liked to torture the puppy. They would throw things at it and run up just outside of reach of his chain and hit it with sticks.

Eventually we moved and of course the dog got larger. We put up a fence for the mother and the much larger dog the puppy had become.

One day I was in the house with the windows open and heard barking and then a man’s voice, “Lady, please get your attack dog. I can’t move.” I was totally mystified because the dog was in the fence and for that matter why was a man outside?

So I cautiously peek out the window that was right beside him and here is the dog pinning the meter reader up against the house.

The dog did not forget what those little black kids did to it and it saw its chance and dug out underneath the fence and jumped up pinning the man against the house. The dog was quite big now and could do that quite menacingly and I am sure you have guessed it by now, the meter man was black.


This is a true story. I was a little afraid of the dog myself because of the situation. I didn’t know if it would truly attack or not. I did finally get it off him and held on til the man left. I filled up the hole and put the do back, but the fence had to be reinforced with bricks all around so it couldn’t dig out again.

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Enigmatic Monks – Three Word Wednesday – week 454

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Here Turkey, Turkey (Tom Turkey)


Here Turkey, Turkey

written by Teresa Dean Smeigh

copyright November 2015

The farm was huge and off the beaten path. It was several miles down a dirt road to the farmhouse. The road was lined on both sides with fenced in pastures for feeding horses and cows.

Further back past the farm house there were chicken coops and even hastily raised structures for the turkeys they decided to raise this year. They would make a profit and even have a large turkey dinner for all the family that was expected.

It was their year to provide dinner for the huge family. The weather was nice so they were going to set up large tables outside under the roofed in patio they used for parties.

Annie would put the turkeys in the large ovens in the morning. Luckily they had more than one due to all the cooking for the farm hands. As people arrived they would take their food and depending on whether it was perishable or not it would either land on one of the tables or put in the refrigerator.

The ladies would help Annie cook and the men would stay with Henry and discuss farming and hunting. Winter was coming and soon the snows would arrive and they were making plans to help each other winterize each farm. Today was a rare warm day, but snow would arrive sooner than they were ready for it.

The children were riding the horses and ponies depending on size and showing off their new tricks. All the children performed in the 4-H fairs and some of them were really quite good.

There were several dogs running around. They all grew up together and came with the families every Thanksgiving. They were chasing each other in the fields.

Annie and the ladies came out for a break from the heat in the kitchen. Things were cooking just right.

Another family arrived and they had massive bowls of mashed potatoes, both Idaho and sweet potatoes.

Those were taken in and wrapped in foil and set on the warm burners to keep them warm.

The next family came bearing bread. Homemade bread just for the dinner. Sarah didn’t bake much now with the bun in her oven. She was due in a couple months, but this dinner was special. Tommy wouldn’t let her carry any of the bread.

The next family to arrive said a storm was following them almost all the way from home. The men got together and started moving all the animals towards the barns.

The wind was starting to pick up and the woman scrambled to start gathering the food and get it inside before the winds blew it off the table. The kids grabbed all the table cloths, napkins, plates and silverware that didn’t blow away in the wind.

Once the men were done with the animals, they started to move the furniture in the living room and the family room so the tables could be brought in and set up again. The food was almost ready.

Annie took the 2 turkeys out and put them on the table while the others were trying to set up the tables in the other rooms. They put the kids in one room and the adults in the other. The older kids were complaining about their being a separate room for them.

The older kids were told to sit with the little ones and keep and eye on them. It wasn’t a request. Moods were getting testy.

They finally got all the tables set up and places for everyone and Annie headed to the kitchen and Sarah screamed suddenly, then Annie. Half the grownups went to Annie and half to Sarah.

Sarah screamed again. “I’m in labor, oh God, no, it is too early.” Johnnie grabbed her and started to ease her out to their truck. “We gotta go, Sarah’s too early for birthing that baby. We’re going to the hospital.”

Annie went to check the dinner and came crying into the room. “The turkeys are gone. Simply gone,” she cried out.

Everyone heads to the kitchen and the 2 platters are empty and they were large birds. The back door was open and when Henry went to close it, he found 4 dogs gnawing on turkey bones. The turkeys were gone for good and no time to cook anymore.

Sarah in labor and the 2 turkeys stolen by the dogs. What a Thanksgiving dinner was had that year.


Now this didn’t happen with turkeys. Our dog ate a whole chocolate cake I had made for a friend. We put it on the counter back and left. Not realizing the dog was big enough to put his paws up there and pull it towards him. We found the pan days later under the couch. Not a crumb of cake was found.

Just goes to show that chocolate does not always make a dog sick.


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