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Weekly Writing Challenge: How I Have Been Moved By Music

Weekly Writing Challenge: Moved by Music

  • A song that triggers a memory.
  • A song that symbolizes a person, a place, or past relationship.
  • A song that represents you — that you could consider as your “intro music.”
  • Song lyrics that speak to you.
  • Lyrics that inspire you to write a short story or other musings.
  • Your favorite song — and why.
  • A musician, band, composer, etc. whose music has affected or changed you.
  • Commentary on a musician, band, or genre.
  • An album review.

Many songs have moved me in my life  and have stirred a lot of emotions.  At my age, they would fill the pages if I were to list them all. Two of the most difficult videos that I have ever helped to produce left me crying with every scene and I still get teary eyed each time that I view them. I only had a personal connection with one, that was a family who reaches out to help others in so many ways after losing their own son.  It is their way of giving back.  The video was a tribute to them.

The other was a tribute to my husband’s brother and several of his friends who have passed away.  The entire time this video was being made I cried with each frame that I added.  The completion was a success and not only made my hubby happy, it also made his family very proud.
For songs that inspire me and keep me motivated…
Okay, so I am a romantic sap at heart…
So what inspires and moves you?  I would love to hear… feel free to respond with a video response.
Waiting to hear from you…
Tammye Honey


Daily Prompt: Forgotten Prompt


Daily Prompt: Far from Home

by michelle w.

Tell us about the farthest you’ve ever traveled from home.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us DISTANCE.

Found this in my emails and thought it was interesting even though it is not an officially listed prompt.
It was a thought that was cancelled after sent.

Would love to hear what you think of when you hear this prompt…

Was just too good to not use it.

Tammye Honey



Daily Prompt: Just One Goal

If one experience or life change results from you writing your blog, what would you like it to be?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us SINGULAR.

To check out what other Daily Prompt Writers had to say:

Would love to hear your goals,
Leave me a comment.

Tammye Honey


Daily Prompt: What Makes Me Like A Post?

Daily Prompt: Great or Greatest?

What makes a blog great?
What makes you follow a blog or “Like” a post?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us GREATNESS.

I have to admit, today I hit like on the Daily Prompt Post as this one really made me stop and think.


The article or series of pictures really has to touch me. I
If I am in a hurry, sadly sometimes I want to leave a comment but don’t.
Sometimes it is late at night and so dark in my office that I can barely see my keyboard.
The best I can do at the time is hit like and have the best intentions to go back later and comment.
Sadly, old age or other obsticles get in the way like 4 hours of sleep and the thought pattern is not the same in the morning.

If the article holds my attention and leaves me wanting it to never end…it is an awesome one.
It does not necessarily have to be eye catching to do this.
When I feel like I can smell the surroundings, hear the sounds and reach out and touch the items of the story…you have me.

Would love to hear what my readers have to say about what grabs them.


Leave me a comment and let me know please.

I love hearing from you.

Here are what other Daily Prompt Writers Had to say:

  1. Daily Prompt: Great or greatest – Teach me something or make me laugh | mindurspirit
  2. 1 July Daily Prompt: Great or Greatest? | family photos food & craft
  3. Daily Prompt: Great or Greatest? | Books, Music and Movies : my best friends
  4. Recipe for a great blog. | The untold, the unsaid…
  5. One of the ‘Great’ or ‘Big’ *smile | Chicomallorca’s Blog
  6. Daily Prompt: Great or Greatest? | Faraziyya
  7. Daily Prompt: Great or Greatest? – show us GREATNESS. | masadiso79’s Blog
  8. A Ten-Minute Poem | just another outlet
  9. Give a little bit of yourself to me | Random Encounters of an Inquisitive Mind
  10. The Greatest? | Musings of a Suburban Creampuff
  11. Daily Prompt: Great or Greatest? « Mama Bear Musings
  12. Daily Prompt: Great or Greatest? | Postcards from
  13. Why Do You Like This? [Daily Prompt: Great or Greatest?] | unknowinglee
  14. What Makes A Good Blog? – I Want Blood, Not Catsup | The Jittery Goat
  15. why follow? | Prayers and Promises
  16. The Greatest… | The Rider
  17. Daily Prompt: Great or Greatest? | Quirky Brunette
  18. Daily Prompt: Great or Greatest? | Under the Monkey Tree
  19. Phoneography Weekly: Not exactly timber |
  20. Daily Prompt: Great or Greatest? | بيسان
  21. Why am I following? | New Visions
  22. Blogging Does Not Make One Great | Stuphblog
  23. Great or Greatest? | bheehappy
  24. Daily Post: Great or Greatest? | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
  25. Compelling | Maine Forest Cafe

I only grabbed the first 25 so go check out the rest too…there were a lot more…

Tammye Honey


Daily Prompt: The Elevator Episode

Daily Prompt: Elevator

Fiction writers: You’re stuck in an elevator with an intriguing stranger. Write this scene.

Non-fiction writers: You’re stuck in an elevator with a person from your past. Write this scene.

elevator doors



It was a cold rainy evening.  She had forgotten her umbrella that was tucked in the trunk of her car as she ran for the door of her office building.  She only needed to pick up a few papers and would work on the materials at home.  It was no great task to just grab them and go.  The cleaning crew would be there so she would not be alone.  She felt secure in this building as she had worked there for many years now.  As she approached the elevator there was a well dressed man standing there.  He was totally dry.  There was no signs of an umbrella.  She thought how odd this was, then brushed the thought aside.

As they boarded the elevator, he held the door for her to allow her to enter first.  She entered, pushed her floor’s button then stepped back.  He proceeded to push his button without turning toward her and faced toward the front.  The doors had closed, yet nothing was moving.  She could feel a slight sense of panic rushing in that she was trying to brush aside.  Something did not feel right.  

She stepped forward and pushed the button for her floor again.  Still nothing.  She pressed the emergency button.  There were no sounds.  No alarms.  The stranger was awkwardly very silent and motionless.  She could feel her heart pounding faster.  Her breathing was becoming a bit more rapid and she was beginning to feel a bit faint.  

Her mind began to race with thoughts of panic.  If he killed her no one would know till morning.  What had she been thinking to get on the elevator with a stranger.  Why hadn’t she taken the stairs like she always did.  Now her life might be in danger.  In the hands of a total stranger who with one blow could wipe out her entire existence.  

She thought of how she could defend herself.  She had left her purse in the car.  She could not even be identified.  Thoughts of the last time she had told her family that she loved them flashed before her eyes.  

As she opened her eyes, she could feel the sweat pouring across her brow.  It was not just rain.  She had worked herself into a tizzy.  It was only a dream.

Relieved to find herself in her own bed, her own blankets and pillows surrounding her.  She had never left the comfort of her own apartment.  What could this dream have meant?  

Person in bed

One thing was totally clear to her from the dream, tomorrow she was definitely taking the stairs at work.

Here are what other Daily Prompt Writers had to say on this subject:

  1. The Elevator Speech | Marriage in Limbo: The In-Between State
  2. Daily Prompt: Elevator | Basically Beyond Basic
  3. Inside my Crazy head.. | amateurxpress
  4. The Daily Prompt: Elevator | Postcards from
  5. Years Apart | Travellin’ Thru Rambles
  6. The Thirteenth Floor (short fiction) | The Jittery Goat
  7. Elevators… | The Onlookers
  8. Daily Prompt: Elevator « Mama Bear Musings
  9. Listen to me? | thoughtsofrkh
  10. I’m Sorry | May Cause Irritation
  11. Daily Prompt: Elevator | Of Glass & Paper
  12. A Day to Never Forget… | With Seasons Changes
  13. What A Stranger/Psychopath Taught Me [SHORT STORY] | Ramisa the Authoress
  14. How I Treated a Childhood Crush | Recis Dempayos
  15. Going Up? « The Robotic Hermit
  16. Stuck in a lift | Geek Ergo Sum
  17. Daily Prompt: The Elevator | Staying in Focus
  18. Peeing Yourself when Trapped in an Elevator | A Little Bit Stronger
  19. Stuck | Tony’s Texts
  20. Love. Life. | Doing Charity Work While Stuck in an Elevator
  21. The Elavator | TheLifeandTimesofaMom
  22. Elevator: Meeting Mrs Cocks | Khana’s Web
  23. Coming Together | Travellin’ Thru Rambles
  24. Daily Prompt: Elevator | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
  25. Dead Space | Daily Prompt: Elevator | mattsden101
  26. Long Thoughts in the Elevator | A Fanatic Novice
  27. Monologue | Spunky Wayfarer
  28. Daily Prompt: Elevator | Moments In Your Life
  29. Elevator | Michael Writes
  30. The Elevator Bear Hug | Donbury Pond
  31. 709: Daily Prompt : Elevator : “Forgiveness” | SEVEN Hundred 50
  32. Going Up? | Get Write Down To It
  33. Daily Prompt: Elevator | Talker Huge
  34. Elevator | Tessa Sheppard
  35. Daily Prompt: Elevator | A Healthy Big Gurl
  36. Floor 13…Daily Prompt | Blame It On My Wild Heart

Thank you for reading.  I hope you enjoyed my twist on this prompt.

Tammye Honey



Daily Prompt: This is Third TIme

Daily Prompt: History of Language

Write a piece of fiction describing the incident that gave rise to the phrase, “third time’s the charm.”

Since the origin of this phrase means that if you survived being hanged the third time you were free…
according to

I am going to put a little twist on this prompt and describe an article that I ended up reading three times yesterday.
It was a well written article that took all of your senses and drew you into the story where you felt that you were there while it was happening.
You could almost smell the surroundings.  Hear the noises around.  See the actions happening.  Touch the surroundings.  Taste the describe items.
Much more than that, you could sense the emotions that were going through the individual described.

The reason that I read this three times is that each time I went to leave a comment to say how I felt about the article,
I was interrupted.  When I came back, I had re-read the article to be sure of what I wanted to say about the piece written and not take up an entire page.

I am one of those people who does not tell you how a movie or book ends, so you can now go and read it for yourself.  While there, please tell Lily Mugford that I said hello.

You will be glad that you did.

Here are what some other daily prompt writers had to say:

  1. My short story “Platypus” (in Russian) published in “Belgorod Business Class” magazine (second number) | Inside My Glitching Mind
  2. Three Ways To Win A Fight | The Jittery Goat
  3. M is for Magic | Tommia’s Tablet
  4. History of language, History of Madness | بيسان

Now I am off to the Letter M for Music on YouTube…

Tammye Honey


Daily Prompt: The Clock Was Ticking

Daily Prompt: The Clock

by michelle w. on February 16, 2013

Write about anything you’d like. Somewhere in your post, include the sentence, “I heard the car door slam, and immediately looked at the clock.”

It was six years ago now,yet it seems like just yesterday.  The phone call so early in the morning from my oldest daughter.  She said that she just wanted to know how things were going, but I could hear it in her frail voice.  Something was not right.  She was close to delivery date and was afraid.  I could tell.  I asked if she wanted me to come and she had said yes to my surprise.  This was my independent child who always wanted to do life on her own.  Then I knew, despite the weather, I had to go.

Of all the days, in snow to my waist, for my truck not to start.  I felt devastated.  I was sitting in the truck crying and praying.  My landlord came out and saw me to ask what was wrong.  I told him and he disappeared back into his side of the house as I went in to get warm.

He returned shortly to tell me that he had called his brother and asked if they would take me to Rochester, a 3 1/2 hour drive in good weather.  He said that he had explained the situation and that I should pack.  I hurried to pack a bag and sit to wait for what seemed to be an eternity.

“I heard the car door slam, and immediately looked at the clock.” 

clock ticking



We had no time to spare.  If we were caught in the storm we would not make it.  If we did make it in time, would they make it back to the snow country or be caught some where in between and stranded.  It was a chance that they were willing to take for me and something that I have never forgotten.  An act of kindness that was above and beyond comprehension.

The journey took us a little over 4 hours.  When we arrived, they quickly said goodbye.  They had refused to take gas money.

I had slipped a twenty on the dashboard near the radio with a note that read “I can not repay your kindness, please take this for the gasoline and may God find a way to guide you home safely for the angels are with you to take you on your journey.  Forever Thank You”

As I settled into the house and checked on my daughter, I found her in her bed crying.  As she looked up, the tears became bigger.  “I prayed that you would come” is all that she said as we hugged tightly.  It had started to snow outside quite hard and we both began to pray for my friends safe return.

My son in law had gone to the hospital that morning to do his rounds and had not returned.  We sat waiting to see if he would be able to get home or if he would be stranded there.  He had called stating that an accident had came in while he was there and he had to do an emergency surgery and was not certain what time he would be back.  He was relieved that  I had made it.

I made the two of us a bite to eat, although anything that she ate did not seem to stay down.  We were timing her pains and praying.

My friends had called to say they were home.  They had taken an alternate route part way due to the New York State Thruway closing.  I was relieved.

For the second time that day “I heard the car door slam, and immediately looked at the clock.”

clock ticking



Was it my daughter’s father and grandparents?  Had they made it before the roads had been closed?  Was it my son in-law returning home from work?

The contractions were ten minutes apart.  We still had time.  As long as her water did not break there was hope.

We listened for someone to enter, then heard voices outside.  It had been the neighbors next door coming home from work.

Each time I helped her into the bathroom, the pressure in her back increased.  The race against time had started.  The baby always wins in the end.


Check out the other thoughts on this:

  1. Daily Prompt: The Clock… digital awakenings | Fasting, Food and other musings by determined34
  2. The Clock Test | The Chatter Blog
  3. Tick Tock. | Hope* the happy hugger
  4. The Counting… | Yeahthtsme
  5. Ulysse « Spunky Wayfarer
  6. Daily Prompt: The Clock « Completely Disappear
  7. The Unbearable Burden of Beauty | Rolbos ©
  8. Time To Rewrite (Short story) | The Jittery Goat
  9. Daily Prompt: The Clock « Mama Bear Musings