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Originally posted on Dream Big, Dream Often:

imagesWhat day is it??!!  Meet and Greet Day!

Ok so here are the rules:

  1. Leave a link to your page or post in the comments of this post.
  2. Reblog this post.  It helps you, it helps me, it helps everyone!  So don’t be selfish, hit the reblog button.
  3. Edit your reblog post and add tags (i.e. reblogging, reblog, meet n greet, link party, etc.), it helps, trust me on this one.
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  5. And if you leave a link and don’t follow me, how about ya show ole Danny some love?

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The Clairvoyants – Studio 30 + – word prompt – 8/28/2015

Studio30PBadgeThe Clairvoyants

Written by Teresa Dean Smeigh

copyright August 2015

Mattie Ray looked down upon the town in the valley that was soon to be her home. As she stood there she sensed that someone was in the area although she couldn’t see where.

Mattie was a clairvoyant, but not a strong one. She never really practiced her skill any more than to tell fortunes at local carnivals. She got enough right to astonish people and that is what she hoped to do here in Maysville. Open a small shop and make just enough to live on. She had no real desire to really see into the future. Futures can be so messy.

Hopping back into her little car she slowly started down the road into Maysville. There was only one road in and out of the town and there were a few small dirt roads that bi-sected the main street that held little cottages. One of which she had just bought along with a small shop on the main street.

Slowly entering the town itself she headed towards her cottage. She wanted to set up there first and then the store.She had shipped her belongings to the cottage in advance so nothing, but a few important items were in the car.

It really was tiny compared to the others on the street, but she lived alone with her cat Night Shade and it was just big enough for her. She didn’t need anything fancy. The shop in town wasn’t any bigger. Luckily a tiny shop opened up in town.

She spent the afternoon setting the cottage to rights and tomorrow morning she would work on the little store. Night Shade just sniffed around the area.

The next morning, bring and early Mattie headed to the small store. Mattie took out the key and opened the door. It was musty in there, a closed up feeling. She left the door open and looked for a back door and maybe some windows she could open and let the fresh air in.

Mattie got that tingling sense that someone was in the area again, but she didn’t see anyone directly in the area. She wondered what it was. She had to work hard and be up close to pick up a signal on someone.

Shrugging it off, she went back to work. By noon the store was sorted to her liking and she hung her sign in the window to advertise and an open sign. She has a few people peek in, but no one entered all day. Oh well tomorrow was another day. People didn’t know her well yet.

The next afternoon she arrived and opened the store. She had one customer and did her usual carnival style reading. The woman left happily enough.

As the day wore on she sensed someone again. The sense was getting stronger and not weakening this time.

Vivianne strolled in the front door and the sense became stronger. Vivianne was dressed like the town harlot. She walked to the chair on her side of the small table and sat. Mattie just stared at her. She never felt anyone this strong. She was a bit worried as the sense she got was not good, but evil.

Vivianne said, “Sit, let’s get on with this reading.”

Mattie made herself move to the table and sit. Vivianne just watched as Mattie’s thoughts were open on her face. Vivianne laughed and said, “Nice to meet you Mattie. I have been waiting a long time for this.”

Mattie went to get out of the chair, her senses reeling when Vivianne pulled out a small dagger and thrust it into Mattie’s chest. “Check and mate, my dear. There is room for only one clairvoyant in this town sister.” She laughed as Mattie bled out on the floor. Then she sauntered out.



Two words are offered each week for consideration. Each word has a similar definition, but one is more expressive. You can pick either word, or both, to use in your story.

“The most valuable of all talents is that of never using two words when one will do.” ~ Thomas Jefferson

The Rules

1. Go write something using the prompt – fiction, poetry, thrillers, fantasy, romance, personal memoir… anything.

2. Use either prompt, in any tense or form, as long as it’s grammatically correct.

3. Try to keep your missive to 700 words or less, but don’t worry too much about length, we won’t count.

4. Come back here to link up in the comment section below.

5. Deadline to enter Sunday, midnight CST (5 a.m. Monday GMT).

6. Only one entry per person. 

The Prompts

 “Vatic and/or “Clairvoyant”:

[adj] describing or predicting what will happen in the future

Hindsight is 20/20 – Light and Shade Challenge – 8/27/2015

Light and Shade Challenge
         Light and Shade Challenge

The quotation is: Hindsight is 20/20*


Hindsight is 20/20
written by Teresa Dean Smeigh
copyright August 2015

Jack and Jill both quit school.
Neither thought they’d be a fool.

Jill became a mother soon after.
Jack hung himself from the rafter.

Jill was lost without Jack.
She never considered her lack.

Hindsight is 20/20 Jill soon found out.
She had no skills because she dropped out.

She went onto the Welfare role.
She never considered being on the dole.

Jill met John and soon they got married.
Had another child and found herself harried.

Going back to school became her dream.
She was finally getting an education it would seem.

Jill was lucky she met John.
Luckily he wasn’t an ex-con.

Another child was soon on the way.
Her education got put off for another day.

John soon left her for someone else.
3 children, no education and not much else.

Jill now learned that hindsight was dear.
She should’ve stayed in school that was clear.

Poison – Three Word Wednesday – Haiku 8/27/2015

3WW Week No. 442

As you well know, each week I post three words. You write something using the words.

Menacing, adjective: suggesting the presence of danger; threatening.

Rampant, adjective: (especially of something unwelcome or unpleasant) flourishing or spreading unchecked, (of a person or activity) violent or unrestrained in action or performance, (of a plant) lush in growth; luxuriant.

Unravel, verb: undo (twisted, knitted, or woven threads), unwind (something wrapped around another object), investigate and solve or explain (something complicated or puzzling), begin to fail or collapse.



Written by Teresa Dean Smeigh

copyright August 2015

Menacing poisons

Running rampant through the fields

Unravel Science.

The Gym – Friday Fictioneers Prompt 8/26/2015

PHOTO PROMPT – © Claire Fuller

PHOTO PROMPT – © Claire Fuller



By Teresa Dean Smeigh

copyright August 2015

100 words

The gym I worked in had lots of loose equipment which they preferred to leave out in racks during the day and just pickup and put in the racks at the end of the day, but unfortunately someone had taken to slipping the items out one by one. We didn’t notice the loss at first.

Replacing the equipment was expensive so finally the gym had to start locking up its equipment every single night after use. Everything had a place in the hall of long over-sized lockers and we could tell at a glance if something else was missing.


Not my best work, but nothing else came to mind. I don’t even know what they are. So that’s my story and I am sticking to it. And I know a gym that had this very same problem of equipment walking out the door.

The Scavenger Hunt –FFfAW-Week of 08-25-2015

FFfAW-Week of 08-25-2015

28th Challenge for

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Dawn M. Miller.


The Scavenger Hunt

By Teresa Dean Smeigh

copyright August 2015

“Susan, you are going on a scavenger hunt. See those boots? When you are done counting to 200, you will go to the boots and pick up the trail.”

Susan closed her eyes and Danny took off towards the boots and around the curve.

“200, I’m coming!”

She ran to the boots and there was an arrow pointing down the trail. She went that way and came across Danny’s shirt with another arrow pointing straight ahead. She followed the trail to the next curve and found Danny’s shorts. The arrow on the shorts pointed down a dirt path and she started to follow that.

The shade of the trees was cool and she walked 100 feet or so into the woods. She spotted water glittering in the sun through the trees and a waterfall. She turned the last turn and found Danny standing under the waterfall. She hoped he had his boxers on, but they were laying on the ground.

“Come on in Susan the water is fine.”


Guide for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

1. A prompt photo will be provided each Tuesday to be used as a base to your story. Please include the photo prompt with your story.

2. Linking for this challenge begins on Tuesday and runs to the following Tuesday.

3. Please credit photo to photographer.

4. The story word limit is 100 – 150 words (+ – 25 words). Please try and stay within this limit.

5. Pingback to the challenge post in your story’s post.

6. This is a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less) and each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end. Therefore, no serial (continuation) stories. They become too complicated for our readers.

7. Add your story to the InLinkz Link-up (Blue Froggy button).

Luigi – Mondays Finish the Story Prompt!


2015-08-24 – Photo taken of an old photo in 2014 – Barbara W. Beacham

This is a unique flash fiction challenge where we provide you with a new photo each week, and the first sentence of a story. Your challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words, not including the sentence provided. Don’t forget to use the opening sentence… This challenge runs from Monday to Sunday! Get creative and have fun finishing the story!

Please include the photo with your bit of flash and a link back to this post. Do not forget to click on the blue frog and add your link so that others can enjoy your story too! Now let’s have some fun!

Finish the story begins with:  “The family had no idea that little Luigi would grow up to be…”



Written by

Teresa Dean Smeigh copyright August 2015

The family had no idea that little Luigi would grow up to be special. He was tiny for his age, sort of a wimpy, girlish type of child.

When he was around 17 he ran away. He went to the big city. He started growing into a big man. Larger than any of the men in his family. His body filled out.

One day a scout for a local gym saw him on the street and approached. “How would you like an all expense paid membership at my gym? All you have to do is fight for me.”

Luigi signed a contract as “Luigi the Squeegie.” Didn’t take a genius to figure that one out.

Luigi’s family came to the city one day to see the fights. They heard about this famous Luigi who was known for cleaning up the floors with his opponents.

As the contestants were introduced, Mama fainted dead away. Papa stared at Luigi. THEIR Luigi.

Inspiration Monday: Sparkling Coyote

The prompt phrases for this week are:

Sparkling Coyote

Nightmare in Blue

Necromance Comedy

Cold Fingers

Unanswered Knock

Sparkling Coyote
Written by Teresa Dean Smeigh
copyright August 2015

Sparkling Coyote
Nightmare in blue shiny silk
Knocked hard at the door.

Unanswered knock, why?
Cold fingers, turning frozen.
A Necromance Comedy?

Pam eyed the door knob,
waiting for it to turn soon.
She forgot the lock.

He knocked hard again,
waiting for her to answer.
Pam peered out peep hole.

Sparkling Coyote
Nightmare in blue shiny silk?
How silly was that sight?

Knocking on her door
Cold fingers, turning frozen.
Pam just watched the knob.

No fingers to turn,
Needed to draw attention,
An unanswered knock!

He knocked hard again,
waiting for her to answer.
Pam said not a word.

Still unanswered knock!
What is with this chick? Oh my!
Freezing out here, please?

Pam reached out for knob,
How silly am I being?
And opened the door.

Aunt Sylvia? What’s up?
Thought it twas a Coyote!
A nightmare in blue!

Pam I am freezing!
Where are your glasses girlie?
Let me in the door!

I was scared you see.
I thought I saw a bluish
silk dress on four legs.

I am sorry you
froze while I couldn’t see clear.
Please forgive me dear.

Shut the door will you,
While I get my glasses on.
Turn up the heat too!

Get comfortable!
We will clear the cold right now
Be cozy as bugs.


I wrote another story of Haikus using all the phrases. This one is 216 words.

The Watch – Sunday Photo Fiction’s Prompt

        An Intricate Looking Writst Watch

sunday photo fictionClick photo to go to prompt page


The Watch

Written by

Teresa Dean Smeigh copyright August 2015

The watch was different. intriguing to the two boys. They snuck it out of Ronald’s mom’s bedroom while she was showering and then out of the house to inspect it further without being seen. They sat down on the curb and began exploring it. They had never seen anything like it.

“Whose watch was it?” asked Benjie. “Is it old?”

“My great grandfather Ronald’s. The one I was named after. Maybe Ma will give it to me. I am the oldest. You can see the gears and everything inside of it,” Ronald bragged.

“Ronald? Hey Ronald! Have you seen your great grandfather’s watch?” his mom shouted from her bedroom window. “I can’t find it where I left it on the chest of drawers. I have looked several times.”

“Uh no, Ma!”

“I hope your little brothers didn’t get a hold of it. It could be anywhere by now.”

Ronald shoved it to Benjie and not paying attention it dropped out of his hand and straight down the storm drain.

The Storm – Friday Fictioneers photo prompt

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The Storm

Written by

Teresa Dean Smeigh copyright August 2015

The storm that hit the city that year only knocked down one building partially. Ours, but enough that we had to relocate to an area that was even worse than this one. I loved this old building. The mural on the side my friends and I painted to spruce it up a bit.

Now all we can do is walk past and look at it until the day after tomorrow when they bring the building the rest of the way down and build a nice fancy apartment house in it’s spot that will look more in place than our dump.

The Balloons – FFfAW-Week of 08-18-2015

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This week’s photo prompt is provided by pixabay.com

The Balloons

written by

Teresa Dean Smeigh copyright August 2015

Johnny lurked by the edge of the fairgrounds. He kept his eye out for the balloon vendor. He counted his change. He didn’t have enough.

Just as he was about to jump out and grab a balloon from the vendor while she was distracted with a large crowd, he saw a little girl walk away with her balloon. Her dad was still putting his money away.

He went to swipe her balloon and run, but the girl screamed when he came near and the dad grabbed his shirt collar.

“Why are you trying to take her balloon?”

Johnny just stood there, miserable. The balloon vendor stepped in.

“Johnny was just trying to get a balloon for his sister. She was injured in an accident and can’t walk. Johnny isn’t a bad boy, but he is a good brother and he didn’t want to disappoint Evie. I am sure he meant no harm.”

The man told the balloon vendor to give Johnny whatever balloon he wanted for Evie and he would pay for it.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring writers

Not my usual creepy stuff today.

‘nakes – short story (non-fiction)


Written by

Teresa Dean Smeigh copyright August 2015

When I was still married and the kids were small we lived on a lake. The beach was our front yard. We had ducks and of course we fished either off the beach or out of the boat we had. We also had a canoe.

The girls were 10 and 12 and my son was 2. They were taught to stay out of the water. They were allowed on the beach, but not in the water without an adult around.

One day I was cleaning in the kitchen at the back of the house when I heard screaming. It was my son. I quickly ran outside and he streaked past me and into the house and on top of the couch.

He was screaming, ” ‘nakes, ‘nakes, ‘nakes!”

I asked the girls what was wrong, but they didn’t seem to know.

I couldn’t get him to calm down, he just kept yelling, ” ‘nakes!”

He would also not get off the couch, but he pointed out the big picture window there in the living room that looked out over the lake and pointing at the lake he said ” ‘nake” again.

Finally it dawned on me. He couldn’t say the word sneakers. They were ‘neakers. Put the S in front and he’s screaming snakes.

Well I made sure he wasn’t bitten and neither were the girls because they were all out there on the beach.

So I had to go out on the beach and see if it was a snake. They were 3 of them swimming through the water. We left everything there and went into the house.

Daddy was on snake duty when he got home from work. One of the hazards of living on a lake. He used to love to stand up in our bedroom and shoot out the front windows besides the picture window and use a B-B gun on the snakes if he could hit them.

My son got older and loved to go turtle hunting. Dad would take him and then he became old enough to take the canoe out himself and catch them. He had a plastic toddler pool filled with all kinds of lake creatures and even a garter snake. He became well enough known that the local paper took a picture of him out on the beach hunting.

And the cat next door loved to fish and would walk out in the water and chase the fish. They took his picture too.

Blogging 101 – Day 15

Day Fifteen: Create a New Posting Feature

One of the best ways to inspire loyalty is to publish regularly. And the best ways to make sure you publish regularly is with a recurring feature — it’s like making a pact with yourself and your audience.

Today’s task: develop a regular feature for your blog.


My main blog http://www.tessacandoit.wordpress.com has a weekly feature called “Thankful Thursday” and that is the one I will keep up. I don’t want to promise 2 features and not be able to provide them.

Blogging 101 – Day 14

Day Fourteen: Extend Your Brand

As soon as you started publishing, you became a brand: you announced to the world, “This is the place on the internet where you come to find XYZ.”

As you define your brand, you build a distinct personality and consistent experience for your readers that reinforces why your blog is worth reading. Think of the sites you love reading. You can probably give a one-sentence description of most of them — that’s their brand. You’ve got one, too (even if you don’t know it yet).

Today’s task: extend your brand with one of the following: a custom site icon, a custom image widget, or a fan page.


I have a fan page on Facebook.  https://www.facebook.com/FinallyAWriter?ref=hl

Nothin’ But A Good Time – prompt from the Daily Post

Nothin’ But A Good Time

Imagine that tomorrow, all of your duties and obligations evaporate for the day. You get the day all to yourself, to do anything you please. What types of fun activities would make your day?


If I could do anything I please I would eat seafood all day and write short stories and poems. I am going through a very creative time period and I would love to do nothing, but write and eat with no interruptions.

Good vs. Evil – Studio 30 Prompt



Good vs. Evil

Written by

Teresa Dean Smeigh copyright August 2015


I renounce you Satan!
Break your grip on man.

I announce myself to God
Let him proudly see me nod.

Yes, I’m with you my Lord,
Bring out the heavenly sword.

I want everlasting life,
So will my loving wife.

Oh Lord, my God!
I need you!

Be gone, Satan!
Be gone!



Two words are offered each week for consideration. Each word has a similar definition, but one is more expressive. You can pick either word, or both, to use in your story.

“The most valuable of all talents is that of never using two words when one will do.” ~ Thomas Jefferson

The Rules

1. Go write something using the prompt – fiction, poetry, thrillers, fantasy, romance, personal memoir… anything.

2. Use either prompt, in any tense or form, as long as it’s grammatically correct.

3. Try to keep your missive to 700 words or less, but don’t worry too much about length, we won’t count.

4. Come back here to link up in the comment section below.

5. Deadline to enter Sunday, midnight CST (5 a.m. Monday GMT).

6. Only one entry per person. 

The Prompts

 “Abnegate and/or “Renounce”:

[verb] reject (something desired or valuable); formally declare abandonment of (a claim, right, or possession)

Be Prepared – Light and Shade Challenge

Light and Shade Challenge

Light and Shade Challenge

Hello and welcome all to the latest weekly writing challenge. There is a picture, a quotation and a 500 word limit.  The Challenge is to take whatever is sparked by the picture and/or the quotation, however tenuous or remote the connection, and see how much fun you can have in 500 words (just between us we never count them as long as we’re enjoying things and you are too, but don’t tell anyone).


Be Prepared – a motto

By Teresa Dean Smeigh copyright August 2015

Be prepared for Judgment Day.
Do not let Satan get in the way.

He will try his very best skill.
You mustn’t let him have his will.

Games he’ll try to sell his sin.
But you mustn’t let him win.

Call him out and let him know.
Jesus is the way you’ll go.

Purring – 3 word Wednesday prompt

3WW Week No. 441

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.

Kneel, verb: be in or assume a position in which the body is supported by a knee or the knees, as when praying or showing submission.

Nasty, adjective: highly unpleasant, especially to the senses; physically nauseating, (of the weather) unpleasantly cold or wet, repugnant to the mind; morally bad, (of a person or animal) behaving in an unpleasant or spiteful way, physically or mentally damaging or harmful.

Purr, adjective: (of a cat) make a low continuous vibratory sound usually expressing contentment, (of a vehicle or engine) move smoothly while making a low vibratory sound, speak in a low soft voice, especially when expressing contentment or acting seductively.



Written by

Teresa Dean Smeigh copyright August 2015

Kneel down here nasty thing,
let me rub your body down.
I can make you purr!

Helpless – prompt by the Daily Post


Helplessness: that dull, sick feeling of not being the one at the reins. When did you last feel like that –- and what did you do about it?


I believe that feeling was almost 3 years ago now. I stupidly tried to commit suicide and found myself committed for 9 days. Your life is no longer your life. You do what they say and when they say to do it. Cooperate and they usually leave you alone for the most part. I was terrified and couldn’t sleep after the first day and that med wore off for sleepiness. I was awake all night waving at the tech who did 15 minute bed checks and really expected anyone to sleep. He yelled at me once because I was sitting on the bed and not lying down. I told him I can’t sleep. He could see that since I waved at him every bed check. They wouldn’t give me what would calm me down and help me sleep. They gave me benadryl with a little boost to hopefully put me to sleep. Laugh, joke, not funny.

I eventually learned to tell them what they wanted to hear so they let me out of the hospital and into a partial hospitalization program for 3 full weeks of daytime therapy. My psych meds didn’t work either and now I take something else.

Hyper! – Haikus (non-fiction)


by Teresa Dean Smeigh copyright August 2015

I’m hypo-manic,
Possibly this is true now.
I cannot sit still.

Can’t keep hands off hair,
Can’t I let them just lay there?
Bouncing in the chair.

Mind is all over.
Cannot settle it down now.
Mind is crash landing.

Or could it be this?
Anxiety with a twist.
Please God settle it!


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