Not Forgetful

Her eyes on the slow, old tram coming. Her hands inside the bag, checking the cold office keys, the leather notepad, the tattered coin purse, the thin phone, her essentials. Lucky day, no forgotten items today.

Her ride to the office is about to arrive when a familiar face crossed her peripheral view. He has aged, but his bright smiling eyes remained the same. The way he wraps his arms around his woman stayed the same.

Her finger, the throne of their once wedding ring, aches. Sometimes she wishes to be forgetful, but the essential memories are stubborn. They remain.

Word count: 100
©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Yinglan

For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) May 30, 2017. 🙂

Favorite Memory

Favorite Memory (Inspired by You Are A Memory by Message To Bears)

You are just a memory.
Well, my favorite one.
But I am clearly, oh so done.
I won’t let your betrayal define who I am.
Not anymore. Not anymore.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Unsplash

In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by my love Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies and yours truly.❤


Morning View

aug 10

Awakened by the loud jeers, cheers of the playing boys outside, I slowly went out of bed. He’s standing just outside our bedroom door staring, waiting for me. He offered his hands with a weak smile. I smiled back and took his hand to his surprise.

Outside, I gripped his hands tighter as my eyes adjust to the shining sun. Then I saw the cheerful and loud boys. Stubborn tears fall. The vivid memories of my four soccer-playing sons rushed back.

Wrapping his around me, he softly whispered, “It’s okay, love. Our boys are surely playing in heaven too.”

Word count: 100

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Yinglan


In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) August 09, 2016.


  • a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less)
  • each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end
  • no serial (continuation) stories
  • include a pingback to the challenge post

Thank you for hosting this awesome prompt, Priceless Joy! ❤ 

Read more short stories here:

I Remember

I remember how the wind comb your long black hair as we climb our favourite hill. I remember how your eyes brighten up as I give you wild flowers— your happy pills.

I remember our favourite tree. It stood firm and proud. While our young love’s too mute to be loud. I remember our spot. I’d lean my back against the wooden bark. You’d lay your head on my soft lap. You’d look up and seek my eyes. I’d stare back and realize— words aren’t needed, our singing eyes are enough.

I remember them all while you forgot them all.

Word count: 100

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Sunday Photo Fiction

In response to Sunday Photo Fiction for June 05, 2016.

159 06 June 5th 2016

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Alastair Forbes where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to center around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story.

Enjoy more awesome stories here:

Remember: A Rosemary*


Remember: A Rosemary*

If you will ask my heart, it will tell you
All that she wants is to remember you

Your warm morning breath that whispers sweet words
they were never absent, not even once
each tickles, makes my heartbeat jump and dance
I wish I remember hearing your words

Your tender touch that calms weary mind
they’re like sunrays that wakes my soul alive
each caress quiets the monsters inside
I wish your touch’s mem’ries  stay on my mind.

I want to remember all about you,
I want nothing else but.. Wait. Who are you?

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: HD Wallpaper

In response to Napowrimo Day 29. (yes, I’m catching up! :D)


Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem based on things you remember. Try to focus on specific details, and don’t worry about whether the memories are of important events, or are connected to each other. You could start by adopting Brainard’s uniform habit of starting every line with “I remember,” and then you could either cut out all the instances of “I remember,” or leave them all in, or leave just a few in. At any rate, hopefully you’ll wind up with a poem that is heavy on concrete detail, and which uses that detail as its connective tissue.

*Rosemary (Yes! A poetic form that’s almost exactly my name! :D)

The Rosemary is an invented verse form that uses envelope quatrains. It was introduced by Viola Berg.

The Rosemary is:

  • a poem in 12 lines, made up of a rhymed couplet, 2 envelope quatrains followed by a rhymed couplet.
  • metric, iambic pentameter.
  • rhymed aabccbdeedff.
  • L4,L5 and L8,L9 are indented.

Read more of my Napowrimo 2016 poems here!

Heart’s Birth: A Haibun*


Fierce wind drops, noisy wind blows, flood water inside our house flows. My clumsy-self tries so hard to tie my only pair of shoe, I have to go to school, it’s my sole due. School’s our only hope, that’s our home’s breath. Family’s in falling slope, quitting school means death.

courageous heart was
born with home’s tough winter’s breath
dream on, mom ‘ways said.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Data

In response to Daily Post: Breath and Napowrimo Day 18.


Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that incorporates “the sound of home.” Think back to your childhood, and the figures of speech and particular ways of talking that the people around you used, and which you may not hear anymore.


Haibun is a joining of prose and haiku. Originating in Japan, found as far back as the 10th century and made popular by Basho in the 17th century, it is autobiographic often taking the form of a travelogue. Modern haibun usually draws its inspiration from everyday events. The form usually opens with prose which is short narrative. It sets the scene or describes a specific moment in objective detail. The haiku that follows relates to the core of the prose bringing emotional insight through an intensified image. There can be one or more prose-haiku combinations.

  • The prose describes in depth a scene or moment in a detached manner. It should be brief, concise and poetic. It is written in present tense and does not give away the moment of insight that should be revealed in the haiku that follows.
  • The haiku should not be in direct relationship with the prose but bring a different slant to the images to heighten the emotion drawn from the defining moment of the prose revealed in the haiku. It should not repeat words or phrases from the prose.

Final Photo

There’s something missing.

After a slow thorough scan of our almost-two-decade house—“Mom!!!”

The last photo dad has captured before he turned into unrecognisable pieces, is missing! I grew old admiring that heartfelt, solitary moment between the soldier and his dog. Now it’s missing!

“What happened!?”

“Dad’s final shot is missing, Mom!!!”

“No, son. It isn’t. I took it down.”

“What? Why? I tho—.”

I’m too confused to think and speak, while my ageing mom looks so close to tears.

“You’re only two when your dad left for the war. He snapped that photo seconds before the soldier and the dog was blown apart. He actually… survived.  But… he never came back. He looked for the soldier’s widow, found her, fall for her. He left us, to be with her.”

Word count: 130

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Pixabay

In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) March 15, 2016.


  • a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less)
  • each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end
  • no serial (continuation) stories
  • include a pingback to the challenge post

Thank you for a beautiful prompt, Priceless Joy!

Read more short stories here:

The Hottest Guitarist

Memories came rushing as I slowly unpin the burning guitar poster that has been in my room since I was twelve.

I can hear her playful chuckle, I can see her bright eyes, I can smell her innocent sweet scent, when I unrolled her first ‘monthsary’ gift for me.

“Cause you are the hottest guitarist,” she whispered softly in my ears.

She was my first love. My first hold hands. My first kiss. Almost my first…

I promised myself I will never take this poster down. But after sixteen years, I have no choice.

Tomorrow this will be relocated in a new bedroom that I’ll be sharing with her, forever.

Word count: 110

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Pixabay

In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) March 01, 2016.


  • a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less)
  • each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end
  • no serial (continuation) stories
  • include a pingback to the challenge post

Thank you for a thought-provoking photo prompt, Priceless Joy!


Last week, all of my fictions are saddening, so this week, I promised myself I will try to write something positive. 😀

Please forgive the ‘cheesiness’.

Read more short stories here:


Nostalgic Tunes

“Words make you think. Music makes you feel. A song makes you feel a thought.”
E.Y. Harburg

To my greatest delight, Laduchessederat‘s topic for The Great Book of Lists for this week is… MUSIC! ❤

And you all know that aside from quotes and books, I am surely obsessed with songs, too! 😀

What music is so intertwined with your life and personality that you  can play it in your head without actually hearing it ? What musical pieces remind you of a particular time in your life like it was yesterday ?

So let the musical throwback begins… ❤ ❤ ❤

Infant Song

Sa Ugoy ng Duyan by Lea Salonga

The song Nanay (mother) used to sing for me. ❤

Childhood Song

Busy Days

I sang this during my Kindergarten diploma and it is still stuck on me! 😀

High School Song

Cats and Mouse by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

This was a huge hit during that time! 😀

First-Love Song

I’ll Always Love You – Nina

‘He’ asked me to sing it to him, and with the aid of a song-hits, I did. (Those were the days! :D)

College Song

A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton

Yeps. A videoke-must!

Present Love-Life Song

If You’re Not The One – Daniel Bedingfield

Our theme song, it is. ❤

Personal Life Song

Even When It Hurts by Hillsong United

Even when my strength is lost
I’ll praise You
Even when I have no song
I’ll praise You
Even when it’s hard to find the words
Louder then I’ll sing Your praise

Photo credit: Youth are Awesome

Video credit: Youtube

The Great Book of Lists by La duchesse d’Erat

Chapter 2.3 – The Soundtrack of Your Life

Thank you for bringing back good old memories, Laduchessederat!


What is your life’s playlist?

Share it with me!