My House To Me

If it aint broke complain not don’t fix it,

If the knob gives trouble change it.

There are many things to talk about,

Stop concentrating on my defects

It could have been worse not better

Life has its up and down think hard

It’s the same with me I kid you not

So be happy with what you’ve got!


Daily Prompt: Take Me to the moon

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How far would you go for someone you love? How far would you want someone else to go for you?

I think there should be a limit to what one can do for someone. If my kid asks me to pay down payment for a house she wants to buy, I will not pay it, but will remind her, she has a good job she should pay it herself. If saying this will break my relationship with her so be it.

We all love our kids but if they demand outrageous sum of money for something they are  capable of paying themselves, I will not give the money. It does not mean I do not love them, it teaches them to be responsible.

I will have to point out the fact, “Money does not grow on trees.”

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Five sentence fiction: Flames

Lillie McFerrin Writes

It was a beautiful morning, Mrs Hardy was baking muffins for Sandy’s classroom party, they were chocolate chip muffins, they’d be done in another five minutes, Mrs. Hardy told herself, suddenly she recalled her mother’s muffins they were so delicious, she and Mom would eat the fresh muffins when they came out of the oven.

The thought of her mother and the muffins made Mrs. Hardy eager to send some for her mother who lived close by.

As soon as Sandy smelled the muffins she came running to taste one, her mother told her about grandma and how tasty her baked muffins were when she was little, immediately Sandy said , “Can I take some for her, Mom?”

Mrs. Hardy was very pleased her daughter mentioned before she did, she said, “It will be so nice and your grandma would love it.”

Sandy packed a small basket of muffins for her grandma, as she was walking along, she smelled smoke and noticed a fire truck speeding along the road, further up the street there were  flames rising up from a house, she wasn’t quite sure who owned the house, she walked a few more steps when someone stopped her,  Sandy looked close, “it’s my grandma’s house, she said I have to save her” her last words were barely audible as she fell and fainted!

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Writing 101 Day Eleven: Size Matters (in sentences)

Today’s Prompt: Where did you live when you were twelve years old? which town, city and country? Was it a house or an apartment? A boarding school or a foster home ” An airstream or an RV? Who lived there with you?

Today’s twist: pay attention to your sentence lengths and use short, medium, and long sentences, as you compose your response about the home you lived in when you were twelve years old.

Situated in Punjab, Pakistan is the city of Rawalpindi.It was restored by Jhanda Khan after the devastation by the white Hun. This was the  place where I lived when I was twelve years old.

Our house was located  on Peshawar Road. At the front, close to the main road were three majestic Eucalyptus trees, the scent of their leaves awakened the passers by who looked curiously at them.Behind the trees was a  fence  built with bricks, it was a tottering one , ready to collapse any moment. The herd of buffaloes obliged us by leaning on it. The fence came crashing down which made extra work for the gardener and the servant.

The house was a large one, it had to be, to accommodate fourteen living souls, Mom, Dad, and the kids.

In all there were twelve rooms, four larger, eight smaller with attached bathrooms.

Mom and Dad occupied one  large room. The bossy older sister wanted one large enough to entertain her friends,one was designated for our parents’s  friends, and the left-over for us unimportant kids.

Kitchen was a separate building where my mom cooked and the two servants, prepared the vegetables and washed the dishes.

Hi all I’ll appreciate your feedback. Thank you. 🙂








365 Writing prompts: A plot of earth

You’re given a plot of land and have the financial resources to do what you please. What’s the plan?

As far as I can remember I’ve already written what I plan to do with it. It was in prose form, let me try to write a poem using this same prompt.

“A Plot Of Land”

A plot of land I’m getting for free,

What will I do can you help me .

Can I build a house for a louse

Or give some to the shepherd

For his cattle and his leopard.

None of my choices

Are good for all those voices.

I will sit on my chair and think

I will make sure I have

My pen and my ink.

While you all wait and sit

by the side of my gate! ):…-plot-of-earth/


DP Daily Prompt: The Transporter

Tell us about a sensation,a taste, a smell, a piece of music– that transports you back to childhood.

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There is a song, the lyrics are written by Tagore, it is in Bengali, which is my mother tongue.Every time I hear it, I recall the day I heard it, how much I loved it and felt I could listen to this forever.

Here is the song, I copied it from Youtube:

In this song Tagore talks about his passing, he says everything will be the same, only his footsteps will be missing, the boats will be there buying and selling will go on like before, he reminds his readers  and fans to stop thinking about him and calling him.

There will be signs of his absence, such as  his musical instrument will be full of dust, his house will have thorny creepers growing around it. His garden will be covered with weeds and thick grass. Moss and lichen will surround the pond, reminding everyone that their favorite poet is no longer there.

Then he assures us he won’t be gone forever, he’d be back with a new name, will have new friends and will be back on the playground having a great time.

This song transports me back to my childhood.




365 Writing Prompts:Moment of clarity

Tell us about a time you’ve been trying to solve a knotty problem, a life problem, a big problem— and you had a moment of clarity when the solution appeared to you, as though you were struck by lightning.

One year I went to Toronto to see my cousin, one of my college friend found out I was in Toronto,she came to visit me in my cousin’s apartment. We had a nice visit it was fun talking about our college days.

Next day she called me and said she’d be coming to take me to her house, she lived in the suburbs.

Marcia wanted me to see her house, it was a two storied house, I noticed she was describing her house as if I was a buyer. I looked around the thought of buying her house did not strike me. I quietly listened to her and when it was time to leave I thanked Marcia and her husband for being so nice.

Next day Marcia called me again to visit her, I excused myself because I was leaving the next day.

I called her from my home, her husband answered the phone and told me his wife was too sick to answer the phone, I didn’t think anything and felt she is sick, maybe she’ll call me back when she’s better. When Marcia failed to call me and also did not send me a Christmas card,I thought about her house, how eager she was to show me her backyard, the bedrooms in the house, she also told me how good the neighbors were. Something clicked in my brain,maybe her intention was to sell the house to me, because I stayed quiet she suspected I won’t  buy her house.

It became clear Marcia’s eagerness to have me in her house was to somehow impress me to buy her house, when it didn’t happen, it was no longer useful to maintain her friendship with me!…ent-of-clarity/



365 Writing Prompts: Cleaning house

Is there “junk” in your life? How do you get rid of it?

When I look at the stuff we collected over the years I wonder, how will I get rid of it. It is not easy,but it has to be done. I have taken care of some, but there is much more left that needs to leave the cozy comfort of my house to somewhere which might be appreciated.

I had a burgundy velvet sofa set, I liked it a lot but thought it was in my house long enough, it was time for it to find a new home.I called the city, paid for the service and had it out in my lawn, the passers by, questioned whether I was really throwing it out, one motorist said, “Why it’s in such a good shape?”

I ignored what he had to say, left it out in  the yard, one guy in a pick up truck showed up thirty minutes later, loaded his truck and drove away.

This is how the furniture was taken care of, there are other things that I need to say good-bye to, with the weather getting cooler the frequent rainfall keeps me from putting it out on the curb, the question in my mind is, what if no one picks it up the thought of dragging it all back in is not an option,so I’d have to wait for a better season to clean my house.


DP Daily Prompts: Delayed Contact

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How would you get along with your sibling(s), parent(s) or any other person you’ve known for a long time— if you met them for the first time today?

One person I’d love to meet whom I’ve known in my college days is, ‘Aziz Fatima,’ she was a wonderful person, was fair and treated everyone kindly.

If I met her today, first of all I’d be so delighted I wouldn’t know how to interact with her after such a long time.

A few years ago I went to attend a wedding in Baltimore, Maryland, I was hoping by some accident I’d meet her, I thought that because another college friend of mine told me Aziz lives in Baltimore. I looked for her among the people attending the wedding.

Aziz was originally from Uttar Pradesh India, her family settled in Bangladesh. I met her in college, we talked about ourselves and spent hours doing it. The thought I’d never meet her after completing our studies in the University never crossed my mind. I feel it was a mistake on my part not to take her address. I have lost contact with her for a long time.

If I meet her today,after the initial shock I’d certainly invite her to my house and chat for hours about how things shaped up for us after university, I wish I meet her one more time, I’d apologize for not keeping in touch with her.


five sentence fiction: fenced

Lillie McFerrin Writes
Our first arrival in our new home in Comilla, Bangladesh was very traumatic, every day there were a group of people came early hours in the morning to pluck our beautiful  china -rose flowers.
One of my brothers who thought he was strong decided to have a fight over this issue.
Well the time they decided was 11pm.
At the appointed time they gathered, my brother promptly went out , he was surprised there were thirty against him,he quietly came into the house.
My mother thought there was only one  solution, the house will have to be fenced to keep those people out.