Literary Lion: Panther


The sound resonates through the forest, then it ends and silence falls upon the land.

Shortly after, comes the smell. The sweetest and most enticing smell you could ever find.

Creatures of all sorts start following it, to its source.
They seem hypnotized, as if dragged by the smell without even being aware they’re moving at all.

One by one they arrive at the mouth of the cave from where that godly smell is coming from.

As they approach… POUNCE!

A big creature jumps from inside the cave and swallows them whole.

Others keep coming and being eaten alive.

Until hunger is satisfied and the Panther can go back to sleep.

Night, night, kitty, kitty. Sweet dreams…


This post was written in response to the Literary Lion: Panther and is based on the legendary creature that, in medieval times was believed to sleep in a cave for 3 whole days, after feasting. Then, upon waking up, it roars, emitting a sweet odor that attracts all of the creatures that smells it. The panther feast on the creatures, then go back to sleep, restarting the cycle.

The image is in Public Domain.


Melting Ice

She felt cold. Even in summer. She felt cold inside. Like her heart was made of ice.

She was lonely and had no one. Life had taken from her what she loved the most.

Her husband and kid are not in this world anymore.

At work, she feels isolated from her peers and would barely talk to anybody.

Parties are something she doesn’t even remember what it is.

The world seemed like an eternal freezing winter, with nothing to warm her up.

Then one day, as she’s walking home after work, he hears a familiar voice calling her name.

She turns and sees her high-school sweetheart looking at her in disbelief, surprised to have met again after so many years.

She recognizes him and a shy and faint smile, lights up her face slightly.

When they were together they used to say that seeing the other warmed up their hearts.

It will take her a little while to fully notice it, but that’s exactly what starts happening that day.


This post was written in response to the Literary Lion: Ice, posted last week, and the picture is from, posted by Mapa20


The Summer was hot and dry.

The sun was implacable.

Not a little distraction would be gone without being noticed by it and light up into a fire.

The mountain tops were ablaze. Sometimes closing in to residential areas, forcing people to evacuate from their own houses.

As the flames leapt skyward, the quality of the air became very poor. Smog was everywhere. It was hard to breath. Cough and teary eyes became a very common thing.

But the sun would still not give us a break.

Everyday. Almost day and night (can 4 am to 10 pm be considered day and night?).

In all its magnificence!


This post was written in response to the Literary Lion: Sun writing challenge, from about a month ago, but for some reason I never published it.

Then, seeing it today I decided to modify it a little bit as to make it also fit for this week’s 100WCGU., in regards to length and also to incorporate the phrase “as the flames leapt skyward”. 

The picture was taken during a road trip through Eastern Washington, Idaho and Montana, in Summer, where and when wild fires were burning the mountains and generating a lot of smoke. This one was taken in Missoula, Montana, close to our campground.




3-in-one: Take these flowers away. And the balloon, too!

This week, I’m busy planning a RV trip, so I’m trying to combine 3 challenges in only one story.

The biggest challenge to make all 3 of them work together, is that each one has a different size constraint.

So, I wrote it in a way, that I split the story in 3, using dashes and stars to mark each part.
If you’re willing to read only the 100-175 words for the FFfAW, you can stop at the first mark and be good.

If you want the 400 words of the literary lion, you can go on until the second mark.

And if you are ok in reading a 1000 word story, you read until the end.

But in each mark, the story would sort of end in a way that made sense. So you won’t feel the story is incomplete if you don’t go on reading.

Here it goes then…

Ouch, I feel so sore today. Can’t remember why. Last thing I remember I was driving last night. Hey why didn’t my eye open? Hello? No sound? Why can’t I say anything?

“Good morning, Mr. Baller. Hope you’re well today. Look of what arrived to you this morning. A balloon and some flowers. I’ll leave them by your bed here. Now let’s check your vitals.”

Balloon? Flowers? Vitals? Am I in a hospital?

Why are people sending me balloons or flowers? I’m not a newborn baby for balloons, wonder if it says “It’s a boy!”. And boy, those flowers do smell like death. Hey, miss, do you mind taking them away?

“Very well. Your vitals are as good as can be considering the circumstances. You’re just not ready to wake up, huh? That’s ok, take your time. You’re not our only comatose patient. We’ll take good care of you. And get well soon, just like your balloon says. I’ll be back in a couple hours. See you later.”


Comatose? But I AM awake. And I don’t like the smell of the flowers. Oh my gosh! Why can’t I communicate with the nice lady. Is she a nurse? Yeah…probably.

Ok, so try to remember Peter. What happened last night? We were in a party, then we got into the car, it was me, Stacy and Sophie. Then…. Oh no! Car accident? What happened to Stacy and Sophie? Oh God! Please make them be alive and well! Please, please, please.

Oh man. I do indeed hate those flowers. Why do people send flowers to comatose folks? To make it faster for them to die with the funeral smell? To save money and buy flowers only once? Arghhh. The smell…..

“Hey Mr. Baller, that’s me again, your nurse Lilly. Anything new? Hum… guess not. Well, just checking on you. Bye-bye”

Lily? Hey Lilly? Please don’t go yet! Not before taking those flowers….. awn… she’s gone.

She thinks I’m asleep. Well, guess that’s probably the best thing to do. I’ll take a nap.

Yawnnn… awake again. And the flowers are still here, based on the smell. Note to self: do not ever send flowers to people in hospitals. Especially if they can’t ask the Lilly nurse to take them away!

I hate flowers!


“Hello again, Mr. Baller. By the way, can I call you Peter? Well, this is my last visit on this shift, so I brought you Chad, who will be the one taking care of you for the next day, ok? But I’ll be back on my next shift. Unless of course you wake up and leave before it happens. That’d be great, huh?”

“Hey man. What’s up, bro? Oh boy, you’re a bruised person alright. But I’ll tend to your bruises, ok? And will make them go away in no time. Just stay strong and sleep tight. Well, I don’t think I have to ask you to sleep right? haha. Nevermind my nonsense.”

Chad? Well, he sounds more like a basketball player than like a nurse. Bye-bye, Lilly. I’ll make sure to come and visit you if I wake up before your next shift. But hey, why don’t you or your friend Chad take those fl…

“Look at that, man! You got flowers and a balloon. ‘Get well soon.’ That’s what the balloon says. Yeah, I hope you will. I really do, man. Don’t like seeing people like that. But those flowers… Ew! Smell like a cemetery, man. Do they want to bury you already? You want me to take it away?”

Yes, please, please, please!!!

“I don’t know, man. Say the person who sent will come visit you. I’ll leave them for now. Until they’re wilted at least.”

“Talking about visits, I’ll bring you a surprise very soon. Yeah! Guess you’ll like it! See you in a bit, man!”

Surprise? What could that be? Maybe an air freshener to get rid of that smell? Guess I like this Chad too. 

“Hello, hello! I told you I’d bring a surprise…”

“Dad? Oh my gosh, dad! Please, dad, don’t go. You’ll wake up, right? You sure will? Dad? Pleeeaseeee. But hey, you know what? Mom is fine. Yeah, she had to have a surgery, but she’s doing well. And she is AWAKE! So please, wake up too…. please…. for me, for her…?”

Oh sweetie, my cute sweetie pie. So glad you and your mom are ok. What surgery did she had to do? Is she really fine? And I AM awake, it’s just those eyes of mine that won’t open. And that mouth that won’t speak. And my muscles won’t move? Oh boy, I’m in trouble. I really am. 

But I do want to wake up. For them!

“Well, well. Guess time’s up for you, little missy. You get to go back to your own bed, ok? Some recovery to do there as well. Hey man, I’ll see that Mrs. Baller come see you too when she’s awake, ok? Wow, girl, you have lazy sleepy parents, don’t you? haha. Sorry. Nevermind my nonsense…”

“Hello Mr. Baller, Lilly again. Did Chad take good care of you? I hope he did. He’s a nice person. I heard he brought you your daughter for a visit? Well… I guess I’ll be able to do the same. I’ll go check and will be back in a minute”

Lilly is back. I like it. And I’d love to see Sophie again. And Stacy. I’d give anything to see Stacy again, hear her voice…

“Knock knock! Mr. Baller, we have some visitors…”



“Stacy? Is that Stacy’s voice? Are both of my girls here? I gotta wake up! I just GOT to!”

“Oh Peter. How are you my love? Still sleeping? Eyes closed? Oh sweetheart, I’d give my world to see your pretty blue eyes open and well again. Please?…”

At that moment, a tear came out of the corner of his eyes and they opened for the first time in a full week!


Blue sea

The last thing I remember was asking the waiter to bring my burger with no cheese and no bun, but wrapped in lettuce instead.

Then suddenly I was flying over a crystalline blue sea. Or maybe it was a lake, as it was very round. The color was the prettiest blue/turquoise color I have ever seen. Right at the middle of all that blueness, there was a black circle, like an island. No. Not an island, as it was deep rather than going up the surface. More like a black hole.

The hole started to drag myself into it and I felt like falling. Free fall into the depths of it, surrounded by the sea of blue. But I didn’t feel afraid. I actually felt great. As good as I have ever been in my life.

A sense of tranquility and calmness struck me and I felt just happy. Extremely happy!

Then I hear my name being called. At first very faintly, then a bit louder.


The call was louder and clearer now and I feel myself flying back up very fast, getting farther and farther away from the back hole, from the crystalline blue, which turns out is surrounded by a white smooth surface…

Then I finally come back to reality and I see some worry on his eyes.

“Are you ok? You looked like you were lost for a while.”

“Yeah. I’m fine. Just got a bit distracted. Sorry. But what were you saying?”

And to myself: “Lost alright. On the depths of you pretty blue eyes…”



This post was written in response to the Literary Lion: Eye writting challenge.
The pretty eyes pictured above are from my neighbor, image cropped and edited to make the color pop up more and also to protect his identity.


They were best friends ever since they can remember. It started at toddler years and their friendship only grew with time.
They would laugh together, cry together, suffer together, be happy together.
But time went by and their lives parted.

Each had their own families and had a great happy time with them.
She had a loving amazing husband and 3 wonderful kids.
He married the best wife of the world and with her he had two awesome boys.
But time was still going by and at some point, the time came that their families dismantled.

The best wife got sick and time was up for her.
The loving amazing husband was suddenly not so loving anymore and decided to spend the rest of his time loving someone else.
They had a hard time after that. Though times, actually.
But, as always, time went by and they got over the pain and back into their ordinary lives.

But all the time, they still had each other at the depths of their minds.

Then one day, they meet again.
It was the birthday party of one of her daughter’s best friend. The birthday girl was dating a new boy and the families were all invited. Actually, in boyfriend’s case, just the dad, because mom’s time on earth had ended long ago.
They look at each other and see time flying backwards all the way to their childhood together.
“Hey, long time no see”.
“Yes, I missed you big time.”
“Me too.”

They held hands for the first time in ages, and from that time on, they never went apart again.
Their time had finally come!


This post was written in response to the Literary Lion writing challenge, with the week’s word being Time.

The King is Down

Trying on a writing challenge once again (have I ever mentioned that the only occasion when I write is when I decide to take these challenges?).

This time, it comes from the Literary Lion and the word of the week is King.

I never lived under a King or a Queen, I don’t like war and battle histories and movies too much. But I have been listening to Imagine Dragons a lot and for some reason, the song Battle Cry came to my mind when I saw what was the theme for the challenge.

So I went for it, with the image in my mind that’s created when I hear the song.

I didn’t really try to tell the story of the song (where the king is actually crowned ;o), but was still influenced by it somehow.

So here it goes, I hope you enjoy.

Henry Tudor kills King Richard III in the Battle of Bosworth Field in 1485

The invading horde came crashing down.
They are fierce.
They are strong.
They are heavily armed.
They are determined.
Our king was in the front line.
He needs to protect his kingdom, his people.
But the numbers were off.
They were much more, much stronger.
The king knew it would be in vain, but he stands up for his land and his people.
There is fierceness on him too.
And strengh.
And determination.
But the numbers were off.
They came crashing down.
The king tried.
He resisted
He fought.
But they were bigger, stronger, better prepared.
And the numbers were off.
The king is down.
The enemy is upon us.
The king lies lifeless in the battle field.
Our land is not ours anymore.
Could this be?
Nobody can save us now.
Time stops for a while.
Feels quiet, silent…
The only sound is the battle cry.