Kreative Kue 208

Kreative Kue 207 asked for submissions based on this photograph:
Children writing
John W Howell is the author of the John Cannon trilogy of My GRL, His Revenge, Our Justice and Circumstances of Childhood, co-author of The Contract, and blogs at Fiction Favorites.

Dispatch by John W. Howell © 2019

“I just love to write cards home.”

“Huh? I’m sorry, but I was concentrating on this dispatch.”

“I said I just love to write cards home. Do you?”

“You know I need to get this out. What was the question?”

“Do you like to write cards home?”

“Sometimes I write home. I can’t say I like it. I would rather be home thank you.”

“That goes without saying, but a card makes you feel a little closer.”

“You are so funny. How can a card make you feel closer?”

“While you are writing, you can think of those who will be reading what you wrote and then you can visualize their smile and feel close.”

“You are quite a romantic. When I write home, I only give the facts like I’ve been taught.”

“Don’t you ever miss home?”

“Of course I do, but it doesn’t help to make up stories about smiles and thinking of those reading what I write.”

“Why not?”

“For one the only people reading what I write want to know what is going on and could care less about feelings.”

“I think you have not had a happy youth.”

“Happy has nothing to do with it. I’m a warrior and what I write is a situation analysis, not a valentine card.”

“Goodness, we are grumpy today.”

“For another what makes you think the folks back home smile?”

“Everybody smiles.”

“See you are now thinking like an Earthling. Everybody here smiles. When was the last time you saw a smile on your controller droid?”

“So you won’t let me dream?”

“You do not have time to dream. We are being extracted in two hours, and if I don’t get this dispatch off, the mission will be scrubbed, and we’ll be trapped here for another hundred Earth years.”

“Would that be so bad? At least we would have our smiles.”

“And pizza. I almost forgot about the pizza.”

“Can we please stay? It’s only a hundred years.”

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt. Go ahead and finish your card. I’m going to color for a while.”

Anjali Sharma’s blog, Positive Side of the Coin, is a most positive and uplifting blogs and one I enjoy reading. I am grateful to Anjali for her response to this week’s Kreatuive Kue:

Siblings 💖

We as Siblings Grow together,
We play together,
As we grow we hold those memories together of those beautiful days,
We know each other weekness and strengths,
We Love each other to infinite,
Then one day we go away on our own life paths,
And we keep those beautiful memories in our hearts,
Childhood is special and sibling bond is even special.
Miss those childhood days💖

Thank you for reading ❤️

And this from Kristian, who blogs regularly at Tales from the mind of Kristian.

The Adventures of Jeremy – Continued. Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 19/February/2019

Jeremy wanted to go outside in the garden and continue his quest for the holy grail, but it had begun to rain. Normally, he wouldn’t have worried too much, after all the Knight of the round table had to put up with a lot worse than a bit of rain, but he was supposed to be looking after his little sister, Jennifer, and she didn’t like getting wet. She didn’t really like playing Knights of the round table either, especially after the time he said she was a Damsel in distress and tied her up with a blanket, against a tree. Her cries probably scared away every bird and animal in the whole park. His mother had come running up and that put an end to that adventure pretty quickly!

He suffered a great deal of dispraise from his Mother for that incident. He would never have hurt her, he was just going to tie her up and then rescue her, but she was two years younger than him and didn’t seem to understand about King Arthur or his Knights.

So instead of his preferred adventure, he remained indoors. He picked up the folder that contained all his most precious documents, letters from King Arthur, sealed at the bottom with a piece of red wax, taken, with the tacit agreement of his Mother from the outside of some cheese he’d found in the refrigerator and melted down to provide an authentic looking seal. He’d used one of his dad’s cufflinks to press into it, to make the shape of a shield. He also kept some drawings he’d done of what Camelot looked like. He decided to take out a blank piece of paper and draw a picture of the Lady of the Lake, the mysterious lady who had given King Arthur his famous sword, Excalibur.

After a little while, Jeremy decided that he wanted something else to do.

Leaving Jennifer to play with her toys, Jeremy went in search of his chemistry set.

He had received the Chemistry set for Christmas, it had been something he had really wanted, that was before the desire to become a Knight had taken over. Unfortunately, when he came very close to blowing the house up with it, his parents confiscated his Chemistry set and hid it away somewhere. Now he decided that rather than be a Knight, he would be like Merlin and use his Chemistry set to create a magical elixir instead.

However, before he could complete his quest to find his Chemistry set, it was time for lunch.

Before he was able to enjoy his meal, he had to go into the garden and feed his pet rabbit, Gwenivere. He had found the little rabbit on his last quest and had begged his Mother to be allowed to keep her. She had only relented on the condition that he looked after her. So he took out some carrot tops and lettuce and gave them to Gwenivere, who was pleased to see him. Giving her a gentle stroke behind the ears, something she seemed to really like, he then ran inside to have his lunch.

Kristian says, “if you want to read the first Adventure of Jeremy, click here

Meanwhile, my effort was:

How can you not love ’em?

“What you doin’, Janie?”

“Colourin’ in.”

“Watcha colourin’ in?”


“Lemme see.”

“Not till I’ve finished.”

“What’s it of?”

“Teddy bear. It’s in the book Auntie Liz gave me. I’ll show you it in a minute.”


“When it’s finished.”

“When’ll that be?”

“In a minute.”

“Shame Dad’s not here, innit?”


“He could time a minute on his watch.”

“Yeah. What you doing, anyway?”

“Drawin’ a picture of Mum.”

“Can I see it?”

“Not till it’s finished.”

“Where’d ya get the paper?”

“Found some on Dad’s desk.”

“I’m telling.”


“I’m telling Mum you nicked paper off Dad’s desk.”

“He said I could.”


“Last week. I asked him for a bit of paper. He pointed to a pile and said help yourself.”

“Is that from that pile?”

“No. That pile was gone, so I took some from another pile.”

“Are you allowed?”

“It’s just a pile of bits of paper. What difference does it make what pile it came from?”

“Is it empty?”

“On one side, yeah. I can’t draw on the side he’s written on, can I?”

“What’s he written on it?”

“I’ll tell you later.”


“When I learn to read.”

P1030499aOn to this week’s challenge: Using this photo as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here.

Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries next Monday.

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