A Change of View.

Hey everyone!

I changed my theme from Dusk to Dawn to Fruit Shake. They have something in common that I love, which is the color blue. For me, it’s a relaxing color and it somehow sparks my creativity. What’s your favorite color and how does it spark your creativity?

A little something for my fellow writers, try making a flash fiction using that color in any way you wish. You may have done it in the past, but ideas and creativity change, so give it another shot. It’s just something to pass the time and maybe help come up with something great.

Blue was the first thing that came up in my mind as I opened my eyes. Wet was the next thing to come up. I felt paralyzed, but I felt everything that was surrounding me. It was water. I was floating in a body of water, a lake or the sea maybe. I was staring at the clear blue sky as the sun glared at me from beyond my range of vision.

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The sky went from bright and clear blue to sullen grey in less than five minutes. Everyone was wondering about the extremely sudden change in weather. A low rumble echoed from high above our heads. Small flashes appeared from behind the grey shroud and judging by the erratic movements in the clouds, it was time to go. A voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

“Brother, it’s time to go back home. Our Dad needs us.”

I look up and give her a timid smile.

“You’re right, Sis, we can’t keep them waiting any longer.”

I got up from the grass I was sitting on in the middle of an open field. People around him always say to stay indoors during a thunderstorm, especially when this one looks dangerous. I’d just laugh at them and tell them not to worry. My sister and I could never stay inside during a thunderstorm. We had our reasons, but no one ever asked us what they were, so we just kept them to ourselves.

“This storm isn’t going away anytime soon, unless we get moving.”

“I know Sis, I just hate going from place to place so quickly. We never get to keep in touch with the friends we make in one place and we have to make new ones in some other place,” I sighed.

“Don’t worry, I think Dad just wants us to visit and we’ll be back here before you know it.”

“Lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice.”

“We don’t have to come back to the same exact spot and I’m sure they’ve proven that wrong already. Let’s go before Dad comes to fry us.”


My hands lit up, which was routine for me and my sister, and began to spark. The skies above became violent and the rumbling was louder. A familiar tingle coursed through my body as my vision went white. I raised my left hand into the air and a loud crack sounded. A heat consumed me and a loud rush of air passed  my ears.

In a second, we found ourselves in a new place. It was so foreign, but the smell of burnt grass filled my nose like it always did. I look around and see our parents waiting for us with open arms.

“So son, how was the trip?”

“Same as usual, Mom, lightning fast.”

I smile.

*I was inspired to write that as I was watching the lightning play across the clouds outside my window the other night. It was a nice thought to dream about before I went to bed. Yes, I’m inspired and I’ve been working on my manuscripts, but not quite on the queries and synopses. I’m still looking at samples and trying to learn from them. I hope to get out some drafts soon.

What’s been inspiring you lately?

Well, if you have any concept in mind, even if it’s just a drabble, just get it out. There’s never any harm in expressing yourself on a sheet of paper. It feels great after.

Have a mind full of ideas, a heart full of inspiration, and spirit full of energy. Be inspired!

Hope you like my little drabble!



Just something that popped into my head, inspired from one of my chats with a good friend. Here goes…

That day was just like every other day for her, plain and simple. Classes were just about over when the bell rang its glorious melody. She and her three friends were already heading out the door and along the corridor. She was deep in thought about the things she had to do for the evening, when something out of the ordinary happened. She wasn’t sure she heard right, but she did feel something.

“This is gonna be a fun out of town trip, just us three!” She heard her friend say loudly.

“But wait, there are four people here,” she thought. It stung. It was a whole different kind of pain. She couldn’t understand why one of the people she thought was her dearest friend could exclude her like she wasn’t even there. She looked at each of them pointedly, trying to get their attention, but still nothing. She wondered why she was suddenly being ignored by them when they were just talking an hour ago.

She bolted down the corridor, not caring if they called her back, but she clearly heard that no name was called as she left. In record time, she was outside of the school and on the sidewalk. She didn’t care where she was heading or who she might bump into, so she just kept walking until she reached a crossing. She didn’t notice the speeding car a couple feet away as she stepped onto the road. She had no time to even be shocked by the car coming her way.

“Did that car just pass through me?”


Well, it’s been a while since I posted a flash fiction/short story (I’m not totally sure what to classify it as). I’m sure this is a common scene/plot/idea in some novels, but I promise I didn’t copy it from anywhere. I’ve missed being able to write smoothly ever since I was on vacation. Now that school’s back, I’m feeling the stress and my creative juices are up to speed.

Be creative! Be inspired!




The dim light provided just enough brightness for me to read a book that I just couldn’t put down. I was reaching its dramatic climax when I felt something stir downstairs. A noise echoed in the halls and through the door to my room. It sounded like it came from the kitchen. I was home alone since my parents were on a business trip and I wasn’t expecting anyone to come over.

I slowly got out of bed and padded through the halls. I didn’t know what to expect as I stepped cautiously down the staircase. Some loud bangs and the sound of someone rummaging reached my ears and I hoped for the worst.

I opened the lights in the kitchen and saw a complete mess. Food and other things were scattered on the floor, but no one was there to be the perpetrator. I took a look around, but still didn’t see anyone, except for one thing…


…a little wagging tail.


**I don’t know why I came up with this, but it had to be written down.

May your days be filled with inspiration.

Let’s write, write, write! 🙂




Just a…

It’s so tiring to wait for the final bell to ring. The teacher has been going on and on for the past hour on the same old thing. It was something I didn’t bother to find out. Half of the class is practically sleeping and I’m so tempted to join them. Seeing the clock scream ‘last ten minutes’ keeps me from doing so. Our teacher is caught up in his own world, oblivious to the fact that no one is listening.

A cold feeling crawls up my back, but I don’t mind it. I see the windows were open so it must have been nothing. My itch to get home plagues my mind too much for me to pay attention to the chill.

“Stop kicking my chair,” I muttered.

Wait, I’m sitting in the back row.

A scream fills my ears as the room begins to shake violently. Tables, chairs, and other things start toppling over. Everyone is scrambling to get out of the room. I feel glued to my chair and I start to panic. Parts of the ceiling start to crack and give way. The lights begin to fall out bulb by bulb. I see my classmates getting hit by bulbs and crushed by chunks of ceiling. The shaking doesn’t stop and it is getting stronger. I’m still stuck to my seat as I look up to see the ceiling above me begin to give way.

“Dude, wake up. Class is over.”

**I think I felt a tremor this afternoon while I was on my bed. It rattled me a bit, but it’s a good thing there weren’t any more that followed.