Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge.
Here’s where the image took me.
Author: Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬
Daughter of Sicilian immigrants, wife, mother, grammy, friend, empath, survivor, dreamer, storyteller, humorist, singer, musician, author, blogger, wannabe-poet, plant rescuer, cook, lover of good wine, food, iced cappuccino, elephants, the sea, Montauk, Sicily, movies and music, especially my beloved Beatles. ♡✒️♬
Showing Up
Written for Reena’s Xploration Challenge,
where we are taking a rather broad look at
AGE-ING, and the relationship between
generations. This is my story.
Atlantic Crossing
Written for dVerse Poets Pub –
Open Link Night hosted by Grace.
For my grandparents, parents, and all
brave immigrants following their dreams.
As One
Written for Haiku Fridays with Jill.
This week’s theme is candles.
Heated Hallucinations
Written for Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction
Challenge. Here’s where the prompts took me.
Letting It Out
Written for Living Poetry where our host,
Bartholomew, asks us to write a poem using
the words ‘art’, destroy’, and ‘laugh’.
Here’s where the prompts took me.
Backyard Chronicles
Our gracious host, Rochelle, is asking us to get
creative in 100 words or less using the photo
seen below. Welcome to Friday Fictioneers.
This is where the prompt took me.
On The Road Again
Look who’s driving!
That’s right, kids! I’m back in the driver seat!
I met with the surgeon yesterday; he was very pleased with my progress and gave me the OK to start driving again. I am thrilled to have my independence back, but most importantly, to be on the road to a full recovery. As a bonus,Bill now can enjoy a well-deserved break from being my chauffeur!
It’s a great relief to see how improved I am since just last week, but I need to remember, I am still rehabilitating. Another follow-up with the surgeon is scheduled for six weeks from now and I will continue with physical therapy until then.
This is a huge step for me! Thank you, my WordPress family, for your encouragement and very good wishes all these months.
Love from Nancy
This is “I Can’t Drive 55” by Sammy Hagar
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Everything on The Elephant’s Trunk was created by me, unless otherwise indicated. Thanks for your consideration. NAR©2017-present.
Unseen
Written for Sadje’s What Do You See
and for Fandango’s Story Starter.
Here’s where the prompts took me.
The Plank
Written for Thursday Doors Writing Challenge 2026.
This week I am writing a story inspired by a photo
by Katy Trail of an abandoned building that
looks like it holds a lot of dark secrets.
Here’s where the image took me.
Old Songs
Written for MLMM Monday Wordle;
the prompt words are shown below.
Here’s where the prompts took me.
ring, softly, fell, never, nostalgia, wrong,
pain, barrel, radio, danced, tea, only
The Accidental Cook
Written for Esther’s Laughing Along
With A Limerick. The prompt word is
‘warn’. Here’s where the prompt took me.
Let Them Eat Cake!
Written for Tanka Tuesday where Colleen
asks us to write a poem using homophones.
Here’s where the prompt took me.
Last Trip Home
Written for Sunday Whirl Wordle. Our host is
Brenda Warren; her prompt words for this week are
shown below. Here’s where the prompts took me.
lifetime, share, relax, connect, place, last,
class, awe, home, will, years, & trip
RDP Tuesday: gift
Written for RDP, where Martha asks us
to get creative with the word “gift”.
Thanks, Martha! Here’s where the prompt took me.
Inferno: A Badger’s Hexastitch
Written for Sue & Gerry’s Weekly Prompts
Weekend Challenge word ‘hell’. I am using
a fab photo by Brian at bushboys world for
my image. Here’s where the prompts took me.
Going To The Game
Written for dVerse Poets Quadrille –
This One’s Gone To The Dogs! The
challenge cooked up by De Jackson is to
write a 44 word poem with the word ‘dog’.
Here’s where the prompt took me.
Wall Of Black
Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt
where she asks us to get creative in exactly 53
words using the prompt word ‘thunderstorm’.
Here’s where the prompt took me.
RDP Monday: eupeptic
Written for RDP where segoil asks us
to get creative with the word “eupeptic”.
Thanks, Heather! Here’s where the prompt took me.
Between The Snowflakes
Written for Reena’s Xploration Challenge,
where we are encouraged to wrap our heads
around the word ‘elusive’. Here’s my take.
Shopping Day
Written for Esther’s “Can You Tell A Story In” –
exactly 100 words using the prompt words
shown below. Here’s where the prompts took me.
expire – squint – cult – lemon – grandpa
stampede – helicopter – market – pompom – woof
Call Me!
Written for Song Lyric Sunday –
“Celebrating World Telecommunications
& Information Society Day”.
This is my response to the challenge.
His Majesty
Written for SenHai Saturday where our host,
Susi asks us to write a senryu and haiku using
the image shown below as inspiration.
Here’s where the image took me.
The Sea
Written for David’s Wea’ve Written Weekly.
Hope is our PoW this week; her prompt is
to write a 10-20 line Dinggedicht poem.
Here’s where the prompt took me.
RDP Saturday: votive
Written for RDP where Punam asks us to
get creative with the words “votive”.
Thanks, Punam! Here’s where the prompt took me.
The Seventeenth Shelf
Written for Sadje’s What Do You See
and for Muse on Monday where David
asks us to write about a hunt or a search.
Here’s where the prompts took me.
Acts Of Love
Written for dVerse Poets – Unlock With Lists.
Our host, Björn, invites us to get creative with
the use of lists. Here’s where the prompt took me.
Mellow Yellow
Written for Haiku Fridays with J-Dub.
Thanks, Jill. Here’s mine.
💛
The Messenger’s Bicycle
When I saw this photo on Brian’s site,
Bushboy’s World, I knew I wanted to
write something. Here it is. Thanks to
Brian for the use of his wonderful photo.
The old bicycle leaned against the shed wall in Gallipoli, 1915. Private Thomas Webb had ridden it through dust and danger, leather saddlebags stuffed with dispatches too sensitive for the telegraph.
The green canvas bag held rations …. hard biscuits, a tin of jam. The pale linen pouch concealed folded maps, pencil-marked with troop positions. The rolled leather bundle on the front fork? Letters, dozens of them, from mothers and sweethearts, promises of home.
Thomas never read them. That wasn’t his job.
On a Tuesday morning in April, he made his last run between command posts. The bicycle came back without him, bags still full, chain still ticking softly as it rolled to a stop against a stone wall.
Someone propped it there. Nobody moved it.
If only bags could speak.
NAR© 2026
This is “Diggers of the Anzac (This is Gallipoli)” by John Williamson
All text and graphics are copyright for Nancy Richy and are not to be used without permission. NAR©2017-present.
Secret Pond
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge.
Here’s where Crispina’s image took me.
