It’s almost Friday, so you know what that means. It’s time for Friday Fictioneers!

I thank Rochelle Wisoff-Fields every week and I truly mean it each time. Rochelle, thanks for leading this group. Thanks to Raina Ng for this week’s photo.

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly link-up. Writers from across the globe compose a 100-word story based on a photo prompt. All are welcome. Why not join in?


Genre: Realistic Fiction (98 words)

A Feast for Kings

Wendy arrived at Deidre’s doorstep, all smiles for their much anticipated sleepover.

“Come in.” Deidre waved her inside.

They followed the aroma of sizzling meats into the kitchen.

“My mom has been preparing for us.”

A feast for kings lined the countertop.

“Eat, Wendy. Eat.” Deirdre’s mom pinched her belly.

“Let’s dig in.”

They shoveled chicken wings, cantaloupe cubes, chips, wontons, and buttery cookies with gumdrop-sized chocolate chips into their gaping mouths. Who needs prank calls?

“It’s time for movies and pizza.”

Wendy looked up at the bulbous, papered lanterns hanging from the ceiling. “I’m going to pop.”


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Here’s my list for the Love/Hate challenge you may have seen going around the blogosphere. After reading Mark’s list on his blog Exile on Pain Street, I felt this rush to write a list of my own and here it is. I wasn’t tagged nor am I going to tag anyone, but if you want to jump in and write one, I’ll certainly read it.

I didn’t think that I “hated” anything, because it can be such a strong, negative, unhealthy emotion. But, I found out I do really hate some things, and some of these things are, of course, of a lesser degree of “hate.”

I also didn’t censor myself too much, and realize that I if I wrote this list at a different point in my life,  it may be an altogether different list. Here’s what is today. Read on.


  1. I love curling up with a book I can’t put down.
  2. I love dancing around my house for no apparent reason to my favorite music or to no music at all.
  3. I love fits of laughter when tears are streaming down my cheeks, and I’ve laughed so hard I forget what I’m laughing about. This usually happens with my sisters.
  4. I love watching my children sleep, their gentle breathing and their soft snores; they seem like angelic, peaceful creatures from beyond.
  5. I love that my husband still desires me after twenty-five years.
  6. I love great conversation over a delicious meal and bountiful amounts of wine.
  7. I love coffee, the smell, the taste, and knowing it awaits me (on most days) in the morning.
  8. I love when I absolutely forget about time; when I am so immersed in something I’m not aware of it passing; I’m particularly happy when this  happens when I’m creating something I feel passionate about.
  9. I love the kind of peace I feel after swimming in the ocean, the rush of the waves, and the taste of salt or after a good yoga workout lying in the corpse pose; I feel cleansed and relaxed.
  10. I love Mark’s post from Exile on Pain Street – the inspiration for this post – just read it! You’ll see. I’ll add, I love being inspired.


  1. I hate insomnia and waking up tired, and knowing I will be tired all day.
  2. I hate when I worry, especially about money.
  3. I hate boring jobs. It’s not a case of only boring people get bored, which is what I typically say about boredom. A boring job feels like prison.
  4. I hate poverty, hunger and cancer with a capital H.
  5. I hate crystal meth and that it almost killed my brother.
  6. I hate my smart phone. It’s destroying humanity. No, I love my smart phone. The Internet at my fingertips. No, I hate my smart phone. I love my smart phone. Hate. Love. Clearly, this is a love/hate relationship.
  7. I hate it when my Internet breaks down!
  8. I hate getting older. I still feel like I’m in my twenties. Sort of. But I’m not.
  9. I hate death. It sucks.
  10. I hate car problems.

 What about you? What would be on your list?



It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, where writers across the globe are challenged to write a 100-word story based on a photo prompt. Thanks to C. Hase for this week’s photo. As always, thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for her dedicating her time and energy to leading the group.

Everyone is welcome. Why not join in? Visit Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple blog for detailed instructions.

Below is my contribution.


Genre: Humor 

Meet the Robinsons*

“Every time I walk outside, I get damn near knocked over.” Bill walks outside to face his enemy. “Hey, watch where you’re going! You monsters.”

“Bill, they’re just people.”

“And my mortgage is through the roof,” said Bill.

Foregoing his beach lifestyle for a cabin n the woods, Bill packs it up and drives off with his family.

Somewhere in the mountains:

“Do you hear that silence?”

His kids shiver underneath blankets, unable to speak.

“Throw another log on the fire, will ya? I can’t face the snowdrifts tonight.”


“I was thinking, why don’t we just go on a voyage together?”

“No, dad” the kids sad. “We don’t wanna go. We might end up shipwrecked on an island or something.”


*The Robinsons are not unlike that other Robinson family. You may recall the Swiss Family Robinson? I’m making a little joke and added the line to hopefully help it make sense. Of course, I’m a bit over word count wise, but usually I’m so good. 🙂

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Happy Blogaversary to The Bumble Files!!! 

Happy Birthday to my blog. My blog is three years old today!!

While I ask myself where has the time gone, I also admit these three years have felt more like six years. It’s not that the time hasn’t flown by. Usually, when someone says something seems longer than it is, it would be a negative connotation. Not so here. But, indeed, it feels longer than three years. I’ve heard other bloggers share the same sentiment.

What is it with blogging that makes us feel this way?

I’ve been blogging so long, I’ve been doing it since the very beginning…since the beginning of blogging time. What? That wasn’t three years ago?

Let’s see now:

Three years = (@365 x 3)  = 1,095 days = 26,280 hours 

Whew! No wonder it seems like a lot. We can agree it’s an intensive experience, is it not? It’s not simply throwing up a post, as those non-bloggers think while rolling their eyes at you. We all know it’s reading, commenting, and sharing in an active community. Granted, I haven’t blogged every hour, but I may have thought about my blog many of those hours. I have had a few forced breaks, a few unintended, but mostly my blog has been a part of my life and an extension of me.

For me, The Bumble Files has been a life philosophy about finding the path in life that is meaningful and true. Most of the time, I’m feeling my way as if in a tunnel of darkness. Not really, just kidding. I see the light just as much.

But I’ve been doing it so long, I feel a little like this penguin here:

Where did everybody go?

I’ve seen bloggers come and go…come back and leave again. It’s understandable and there is always a valid excuse explanation. Perhaps they got a new job or a new boyfriend or husband or had a new baby, finished school, or they’re finally binge watching on Netflix writing that book. Sometimes, it’s just burn out. I bet some of you are nodding your head at me now. Sadly, a lot of my friends have left the scene and have abandoned their blogs.

They have what I call a “Ghost Blog.” While they are absent from their blog, their spirit is still here with us.

Happily, there are always new blogging friends to make. If you’ve followed me recently and have never returned, oh, please come back and have a chat. Just because I’ve been blogging for three years does not mean that I don’t want to make new friends.

While some things change, some things remain the same.

The numbers always change:

Some current numbers:

Number of posts: 354 
Views: 51,792
Number of comments: 16,651

But the thing I’ve realized is that the bigger some of these numbers get, the less significance they seem to have. While some bloggers may have higher numbers, I am proud of these no matter what.

More things remain the same:

  • I still haven’t written my book. Argh!
  • I still haven’t met most of my followers. Please come back.
  • My biggest search item is still boobs!
  • I still don’t have a blogging schedule, because that would be so “Un-Bumble” like.
  • I still have blog posts lined up to write.
  • I still laugh my way through much of my blog reading. You are all so funny and talented.
  • I still have trouble reading everyone and am searching for that “balance.”
  • I’m still meeting fascinating people from all over the world.
  • I still feel proud every time I publish a post.
  • I still feel excited when you stop by to like/comment or both!

Recently, with the death of my father, I am reminded why I blog. You were here with your kindness, giving me strength, and in some ways, more comfort than I experienced in my real life. You were really there for me. For me, this speaks to the power of the blogging bond and the deep connection we share with words. And this just gets better over time.

A celebration would not be complete without cake. And this, my friends, is still the best cake on the Internet (thanks Sandee!). Won’t you have some?

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I still have the best WordPress community. I couldn’t be more thrilled. Truly, I hope everyone feels that way about their blog because that’s what it’s all about. Thank you one and all! You are simply the best.

My Blog is Three Years Old!


It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, a weekly challenge where writers across the globe attempt to write a 100-word story based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and her generous leadership and to Santoshwriter for supplying this week’s photo.

All are welcome to participate. Join in! Here are instructions.

And now my story:

PHOTO PROMPT – © Santoshwriter

Genre: Fantasy (100 words)

The Mist Arrives

Citizens of Edgewater stopped in mid-sentence, their bakery orders left unfilled and their stories left untold, as they fled for cover. Shutters slammed shut with cracks and crevices sealed tight.

Spray escaped from the sea in gentle hiccups, collecting in drops, and lifted like a curtain from the watery, bottomless depths. In one breath, an island cloud pushed forward, rising above the cliffs and past the port of boats sloshing in waves of rolling glass hills.

“Get back. Run.”

Alana perched on a rock like a bird inspecting her prey, her emerald eyes, jewels of wisdom. She was never afraid.


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Check out these Fiction T’s from David Stewart and his blog The Green-Walled Tower. David is an amazing writer and he has printed these stories on the back of T-shirts. What a cool idea, huh? These are really great stories. Go to his blog to check out the shirts and stories.

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Classic Arguments: Literary classics argue after the library closes. There is a definite winner. A great shirt for avid readers out there.

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It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, the challenge to write a 100-word story based on a photo prompt.

Thanks to our most dedicated leader and host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, and to Marie Gail Stratford for this week’s photo.  All are welcome to participate. If you’re interested, head over to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple blog for instructions.

My contribution follows:

PROMPT -© Marie Gail Stratford

(100 words)

Gentle Giant

“Another 116 miles. Mom, I can’t hold it,” Isabella said.

“I gotta go, too.” said younger brother, Gil.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” I asked.

“There,” Gil shouted. “It can cover us.”

A solo silo stood like a gentle giant in the prairie grass. Ten minutes passed and her two children emerged from the silo with smiles that remained on their faces as they napped into the night.

Hours later, two shapes outlined in green neon appeared in her rear view mirror.”Mom, when are we stopping?”

“You’re glowing,” I said, my voice shaking.

“Thanks, mom. Can we get a milkshake?”


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Gentle Giant – Friday Fictioneers