Tiffany Times Three

WordPress asks:

If you could clone yourself, how would you split up your responsibilities?

Now this is a really fascinating prompt, especially since it is actually a fairly regular topic of conversation with my boyfriend. So let’s play pretend:

It’s happened. The day has come. Through the miracle of science or the mystery of magic, I have been cloned. There are now three versions of myself – exact copies. What will I do with them? Let’s make a list:

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Tiffany Prime: The Original, The Creator. This Tiffany will spend time with the family, visit friends and hang out with my (our?) boyfriend. We’ll play video games with the boys, go shopping and giggle with the girls, help Mom around the house, watch TV with Dad, go on dates with Ryan, go and see my (our) friends. All will share my love and attention.

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Tiffany II: The Worker, The Designer. This Tiffany will go to work for me everyday and pick up all my freelance design projects. She might also pick up and side jobs I find myself volunteering for.


Tiffany III: The Artist, The Writer. This Tiffany shall write. She will work on and finish my novel(s), keep my blog updated, read good books, practice poetry, attend art classes and spend way too much time on Pinterest. She will work on all those creative projects I have started but never finished and improve my (our) drawing skills.

The Power of Three

I will not make our jobs exclusive. We can switch it up or pitch in where we’re needed (like spending time with both the family (movie night) and Ryan (date night)). Or pick up double shifts at work (do we get paid double?). And, if he is very lucky, perhaps the three of us will all go on a date with Ryan. ;)


What would you do if you could clone yourself?


What does reward mean to you?

That is what our Weekly Photo Challenge asks us. Reward means many things to me – getting a little quiet time to curl up with a book, a chocolate milkshake after a hard day at work, going to a nice dinner after a month of staying in, getting an extra bonus in my paycheck for for hard work, seeing joy on a customer’s face after they receive their product that I designed…I could keep going, but you get the idea.

But my greatest reward is, without a doubt, being a part of my family and getting to come home to this crazy, silly, lovable group everyday. I hope wherever we go in life, we never grow apart.


Mom’s not in this one since she’s behind the camera, but props to the woman who brings a smile to all of our faces.





Happy Friday, dear Readers! It’s another cold one here in Ohio, (and much of the East Coast I believe) so bundle up and gather around for Friday Fictioneers! Each week I and a whole myriad of other writers write a 100 word short story inspired by a photo prompt provided by our lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s photo is provided by Dawn Q. Landau. Without further ado, here’s my story!

Copyright: Dawn Q. Landau

Copyright: Dawn Q. Landau


Dong. Dong. Dong.

Seven times I heard the town bells. I did not turn back.

“Come Johann,” I called. The shaggy shepherd dog I had found on the outskirts of town followed me, his tag wagging. His love had been instant and easy, a pat on the head, a crust of bread. If only charming humans could be as simple.

But Step-Father had been charmed, hadn’t he? Charmed by Mama’s money. Mama had been charmed too. Charmed by his gentleman’s act.

Mama’s gone now. Taken by the sickness.

I’m leaving. I’ll be damned if he’s going to charm me too.


Happy Friday, Readers! Finally, it’s here! (and almost over…) Once again it’s time for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by our lovely leader, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Today’s photo is provided by Marie Gail Stratford. Enjoy my story!

Copyright Marie Gail Stratford.

Copyright Marie Gail Stratford.


“Don’t touch that!”

“Ow!” I pulled my hand to my chest. “That hurt, Quin! What gives?” I glared at him while rubbing my stinging hand and turned back to the pile of crystal fragments sitting on top of Quin’s dresser.

Quin stepped protectively in front of the fragments, blocking my view. “They’re pieces of an alien spaceship,” he said, looking me straight in the eye. “From a highly advanced civilization.”

My mouth dropped. He couldn’t be serious. His mouth thinned. “Where’d you find them?”

“In a cornfield.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. This isn’t Area 51. This is Kansas.”

Can I Have Your Order Please?

Welcome to Tuesday, dear Readers. Today the Daily Prompt caught my eye and I couldn’t help but answer it.

You’re being exiled to a private island, and your captors will only supply you with five foods. What do you pick?

Assuming my captivity will be of some duration, I must think carefully about this. It is quite considerate of my captors really, to ask me what I’d like to eat. Hopefully I chose well:

1. Tea. If I get nothing else, I must have tea. Non-negotiable.

2. Fresh fruit, preferably heavy on the strawberries. Is it cheating not to be specific?

3. Cottage cheese. Seriously. I love this stuff.

4. Pasta. I debated for a long while over this one, and I was really leaning towards bread instead. But again, I’m not being specific so maybe they’ll give me a variety?

5. Chicken. I figure I have to have at least one meat. And I do love chicken. So many ways to cook it! (hopefully they would give it to me cooked or ready to be cooked…I don’t want to deal with live ones!)

Before I go, let it be noted that when I first read this prompt my thoughts first went to my boyfriend, and I know without a doubt one of the things he would choose is sushi. (Gross! But I love you, Ryan.)

What would you choose?


A House, Not A Home

Happy Friday, my faithful readers! It’s time once again for Friday Fictioneers! Today’s photo is provided by our lovely host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Enjoy my story, and check out other entries here.

Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

A House, Not A Home

The white plastic of the front porch swing sticks to my sweaty legs. Instead of the chirping sound of the cicadas in the locust trees, I hear the sound of the neighbor’s terrier barking and the rumble of passing cars on our street.

“Lily, you’ll love living in the suburb. Our new home is bigger. We even have a pool!” Daddy’s words echo in my head.

The air is different here. Thicker. I imagine myself suffocating slowly while the surrounding pastel houses box me in. Daddy says this is our new home. But he’s wrong. This will never be home.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Scale

This week’s Photo Challenge is Scale.

This week, share an image that highlights a size relationship — make us pause and take a second look to understand the scale of the elements in your photo.

I knew exactly what I wanted to use for this challenge. When I went to England, I took a little friend with me – my Dalek friend. We had some fun photo ops. Here’s one of them. Enjoy.


Say , "Exterminate!"

Say , “Exterminate!”