Crimson’s Creative Challenge #41

CCC41

Welcome to my weekly challenge—open to all—just for FUN, FUN, FUN

Here’s how it works:

Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.)
You respond with something CREATIVE

Here are some suggestions:

  • An answering photo
  • A cartoon
  • A joke
  • A caption
  • An anecdote
  • A short story (flash fiction)
  • A poem
  • A newly minted proverb, adage or saying
  • An essay
  • A song—the lyrics or the performance

You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:

  • Your creative offering is indeed yours
  • Your writing is kept to 150 words or less

If you post a link in the comments section of this post I’ll be able to find it
If you include Crimson’s Creative Challenge as a heading, WP Search will find it (theory)
by ‘Searching’ in the WP Reader (fingers crossed)

Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN.

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Grandpa Dobson

image by Wendy Corniquet on pixabay

Grandpa Dobson was a tinker
Charged a tuppence to mend a pan
Mended tools, wrought handles new
Sharpened chisels, knives and scissors too

Grandpa Dobson was a tinker
A carpenter as well
Made wheelie-barrows for the men
Made dancing-dolls and clothes pegs too

Grandpa Dobson, he bred horses
Raised them, trained them, sold them
Travelled to the county horse fairs
Travelled with the gypsies too

Grandpa Dobson was the bestest
He told awesome stories too


75 words, written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Tinker

Name changed to the protect the not-so-innocent!

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What Pegman Saw: It’s a Wharf, I Tell You

Summerland Key (Little Torch Key) Florida, Street View, Google Maps

“Hey! Lassie?” The white-suited punter at the far end of the counter beckoned Becky over.

If he intended to hit on her… But perhaps she maligned him. Looks of his face, he needed advice on after-sun care. She checked that no others were waiting, and headed down to his end of the bar.

“Yes, sir?”

“Sir! I just love you Yanks.”

Becky bit back a retort. Once more…

“What is it with you Yankees that you have to spell everything wrong? Quay. Q. U. A. Y. Not bleeding Key like you use to open a lock.”

That was it. She treated him to a beer shampoo.


106 words, written for What Pegman Saw: Middle Torch Key, Florida

Apparently, the two words are related, being the French and the English words for a sand-bank or island. But the English word has since developed to mean a wharf.

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Sunday Picture Post: Winging It

From dragons…

The Common Darter: 12th August 2019

to damsels…

The Common Blue damselfly

to butterflies that strike arrogant poses…

Red Admiral: 12th August 2019

Painted Lady, feeding on knapweed: 12th August 2019

and those that try to hide…

Small Speckled Wood: 12th August 2019

We walked from Oulton Village (north Lowestoft) via Flixton Marshes, Somerleyton, Ashby and Lound to Hopton. So many butterflies, so many great shots, it was a hard decision which ones to use.

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And the Sun Bore Down

Gatekeeper butterfly, burdock leaves, common fleabane: 12th August 2010

A walk beside Flixton Marshes in Suffolk, the butterflies danced around us like demented fairies, the flowers unveiled their faces… and the sun bore down on us.

#2019picoftheweek challenge: Sunshine

For details of #2019picoftheweek challenge see MariaAntonia

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CCC40: First Time I Came

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #40

First time by this way I came, I waded through a streamlet deep
Second time by here I trudged through mud, residual of the water seep
Third time the ground was dry; I wondered why.


35 words. Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #40

This little place is locally known as Mud Hole… which is a corruption of Mud Hall, for a century past there was a hall, marked on the map, to left of here. Its bricks and mortar can still be seen poking from the accumulated muck and leaf litter.

In Roman times a stream rose south of here and flowed beneath these steps. That same stream still flows after heavy rains, fed now by buried field drains, the spout of one just visible beside the steps.

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Crimson’s Creative Post #40

CCC40

Welcome to my weekly challenge—open to all—just for FUN, FUN, FUN

Here’s how it works:

Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.)
You respond with something CREATIVE

Here are some suggestions:

  • An answering photo
  • A cartoon
  • A joke
  • A caption
  • An anecdote
  • A short story (flash fiction)
  • A poem
  • A newly minted proverb, adage or saying
  • An essay
  • A song—the lyrics or the performance

You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:

  • Your creative offering is indeed yours
  • Your writing is kept to 150 words or less

If you post a link in the comments section of this post I’ll be able to find it
If you include Crimson’s Creative Challenge as a heading, WP Search will find it (theory)
by ‘Searching’ in the WP Reader (fingers crossed)

Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN.

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