Ecrits Blogophilia Week 22.12: Akbar is Missing!

It’s time for blogophilia, the fun blog group where Martien gives participants prompts to use in their weekly post. This week;s prompts are:

Ecrits Blogophilia Week 22.12 Topic: “When the Movie Credits Roll”
Hard Bonus (2 points): Use an onomatopoeia
Easy Bonus (1 point): Use a book title by Carl Safina

Last week Jonathan and his family came for a visit – for the annual Day and Dark conference. While he was here, he went for a walk in a cornfield because, Iowa, and met a new friend Akbar who wanted to see the world, but settled for going to Florida.



He packed his bags, practiced his song for the blue ocean, and – whoosh – left with Jonathan, bound for palm trees, but something happened…something mysterious. Jonathan claims that Akbar ran away with a “steamy housekeeping pepper”, and that was that. When the movie credits roll, Akbar is happy with his new flame, and Jonathan made it home safe, a happily ever after.



Not long ago a tiny knock sounded on my door. At first, I ignored it, but then, I finally checked and there I found a mysterious ear of corn.


Meet Saffron 

The corn introduced herself as Saffron and said she was looking for Akbar. Apparently, she’s his girlfriend, and she was pretty upset when I showed her Jonathan’s post.


the tears of corn

We made her a fortifying cup of tea while she told us her story. She and Akbar planned to be married this fall, but first he wanted to see the world. She was okay with that, as long as he kept in touch, but after he failed to check in, she got worried, and that’s why she came here.


The tea calmed her down and with her calm came doubts: doubts that Jonathan’s story was true. I had been suspicious from the start (a rumor says that Jonathan simply forgot to take Akbar from the motel), and so I loaned her my laptop and she did some research, starting from the last place we know Akbar was at.


Is Akbar lost somewhere in Arkansas?

Since Arkansas is so far away, and Saffron doesn’t have a driver’s license, we had to settle for calling the police and filing a missing corn report.


She’s all ears, but there’s not much to hear

So now, all Saffron and I can do is wait for the police to do their job, contact Jonathan, and try to find out the truth!

*Yes, Akbar is a parody of a Julien Smith video on YouTube. You can check it out in Jonathan’s Facebook post. 



Alone in the Night

Here is another flash fiction. The picture prompt was a dark abandoned house.


It sat alone, a memory of the night it all changed. Once happy voices echoed, but now only wind whistled through broken windows. Once feet danced and scurried, now only dead leaves scuttled and mice dashed across buckled floorboards.

How long had it been since the house had known life and love? Since it had known death and blood, shivering with the screams of its dying occupants?

Though its doors were sturdy, its windows locked, its walls a haven against the dangers outside, it could do nothing against the killer within, the one who lived inside those four walls, who’d grown there, twisted, dark, angry, waiting for something to take its fury out on…

If only the house could have stopped him, could have warned the others, but alas, it stood helpless, sheltering the slaughter, hiding it from public view, so the it was days before anyone found the bodies and the message painted on the wall in scarlet, a final curse to any who dared to read it. The smell lingered long after the remains were taken away, and the feeling of dark dread was even worse, permeating the very woodwork. Is it any wonder that it sits now, like a dark scar on the landscape, forlorn, unloved, abandoned, but never, ever, forgotten?


It actually makes me feel sad…Poor house.

Have a flash fiction-y kinda day!

Jo 🙂

The Dark – Flash Fiction

I wrote this for another writing prompt in the street team. The photo was a bench in the dark, surrounded by misty trees.


Mary sat alone on the bench. Cocooned by trees, bare autumn branches hung overhead and scratched the night around her. A single leaf shivered, the last of the season before winter’s chill declared victory.

Mary pulled her purse against her thigh, nervous eyes darting around the silent park. It seemed suddenly too quiet, too dark, as if the blackness was a palpable entity, a monster waiting to devour her.

Like the stories so many children whispered about.

She’d grown up on them, shared them, joked about them. Death Park they’d called it as teenagers, based on urban legends with no substance. Now, an adult, she’d long dismissed the stories, had even forgotten about them.

Until this moment.

Now, waiting for someone who was obviously never coming to meet her, those stories came to mind again. The black, swirling something that killed. What had been a childhood joke now seemed real, palpable.

Why did I agree to meet him here?

She checked her watch a final time. It had been over an hour of waiting. She’d been pretty sure he’d called her here to end things, to tell her that he loved his wife and children more than her and the baby in her womb. This seemed the ultimate proof.

Maybe it would be better if some strange thing killed me.

As though summoned by her thoughts, the dark moved closer, tighter, constricting, choking the bench and its occupant. Mary shivered and pulled her coat tighter, as if that could keep the night out. But it couldn’t. Nothing could keep out the cold fingers of dread that snaked under her protective layer, tendrils of terror that wrapped around her, choking out her breath, wrapping around her heart, until the dark was all she could see.

It was a neighborhood child that found her the next morning, cold and stiff, hands still clamped to her coat. Though the coroner wrote heart attack on the paperwork, he knew the truth; she was another victim of the darkness, taken by the night.


Not much else to say because I am scheduling this ahead of time. I can only assume I’m having a good week. Or at least an okay week. I know I won’t be sitting on park benches alone in the dark.

Have a stay-away-from-creepy-parks kinda day!

Jo 🙂

More Habi Makeover Fun!

I posted Quickness last night, which means I need to post Clucky tonight. You can’t just post one and not the other! If you’re interested in joining us, you can find our Facebook group at . We’re always looking for more people who want to have fun playing with their pets!

And, while I am on the topic of pets, there’s anther pet game I’ve discovered called Bitty Pals. I have a duck there named Dibble. I’ll get into it another time, though.

Have a your-digital-pet-is-ten-years-old kinda day!

Jo 🙂

Habi Makeover Fun!

The habi makeover community site is down now. Never fear, that is not the end! The website still works to download the program, and we’ve moved our community to Facebook! That means Clucky, Quickness, and all the little pets are still getting happy new habitats!

In light of that, I thought I’d share some of those happy habitats. this is my pet Quickness, that I took over from Jonathan yeeeeeaaaaarrrrrs ago. As in, back on MySpace. Yeah. That long ago.

To keep this from displaying in an obnoxious way, I’m using the thumbnail grid, but they are worth clicking on and scrolling through at the larger size if you like these kind of things like I do.

And now I am off. Have a turtle-in-a-monster-mask kinda day!

Jo 🙂

Flash Fiction: Counting the Stars

I wrote this for a picture prompt in my street team (Heather takes over on Mondays and posts writing prompts). This was to a photo with a bright golden glow in a dark sky. I think it was really sunset behind dark storm clouds, buuuuuuuut….

Who wants to write that? 😉


Counting Stars

The heavy night lay like any other. Crickets chirped in tall grass, frogs sang their symphonies. The girl lay in the graveyard, alone, counting the stars. Little did she know how apropos her location was – not even when the bright ball exploded in the sky; a fire flower blossoming, spreading its petals wide, then wilting to leave behind thick roiling clouds of smoke – smoke laced with the scent of death, the future screams of the dying, the cries of fear as the radiation permeated everything.

But hose moments were still the future and, in those precious seconds before it came to pass, those silent minutes, the girl lay in the grass, surrounded by old tombstones, counting the stars as they exploded behind her blinded eyes, waiting for an end she hadn’t known was coming.

An end to everything


Good times.

No AR photos because I’m lazy. I have a few to look through, but I’ve been busy getting Tales from the Executioners, Volume Two finished up for publication. I uploaded it today, so I’m just waiting for links to filter through so I can start pushing it on everyone I ever met. Ha ha!

Have a the-book-is-published kinda day!

Jo 🙂

Water, Water Everywhere


I’m late posting this for various reasons , which I’ll get into in another post. In the meantime, the Midwest is experiencing record river levels, levee breaches, and flooding. Villisca has been okay, but a lot of towns near us haven’t been. Red Oak had some flooding on Thursday which has now receded.

Stay dry, everyone!

Jo 🙂

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