The Rose of Love


The Rose

In Greek Mythology Aphrodite was asked to provide the name for this loveliest of all flowers. She gave the name of rose in honor of her son Eros, the Greek god of Love. By taking the first letter “e” and having it come after the “s” in his name you get – rose. An excellent tale, but for whatever the reason, the rose is considered the flower of love.

Roses are many millions of years old. They are beautiful flowers and come in many colors, shades and hues. There are thousands of varieties. But a rose … is a rose … is a rose and the eternal symbol of love!


  “The rose speaks of love silently, in a language known only to the heart.” unknown


“If you stand in front of a mirror with 11 roses, you’ll see 12 of the most beautiful things in the world.”  unknown


What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” Shakespeare

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And for all women around the world,
a final photograph of the perfect roses …


… Chocolate Ones!


Much love to all,

~ Penny


Quandary of the Gods, Friday Fictioneers

Isn’t it funny, and sometimes fun, how quickly we become accustomed to expecting certain things to happen on certain days? In this case it’s Wednesday so it’s Friday Fictioneers time! I know it sounds odd but a wonderful thing none-the-less. Most especially if you’re a writer and/or a reader, a blogger, and love a challenge. That sums it up nicely.

For the writers in the group: Write an hundred word or less ‘flash fiction’ provided by a photo prompt. Sound interesting? Just click on the link and become a part of this fun group of writers. Rochelle, the wise and lovely hostess will provide all the information needed for you to begin. I encourage you to do so.

This weeks photo prompt brought to you by EL Appleby, copyright 2013

My offering:


Copyright – EL Appleby


Quandry Of The Gods – When the muse departs you’re left with the results!

He looked down at his latest creation, his face a mask of supreme frustration!

“Hi Zu, what’s up?” Poseidon asked, still dripping from his morning swim as he popped up next to Zeus.

“Hey Po,” Zeus answered. “Its this ‘creature’ I’ve created.”

“Well I agree, rather … interesting.”

“I made him so the Platypus wouldn’t feel quite so, well, different.”

“Okay, Zu, that’s cool! So what’s the problem bro?”

“The thing is – how he sounds! Listen, the squealgruntroarhornal sound he makes is really weird!”

“Awesome, pure masterpiece of creativity! I love it! Are you ready for breakfast, I’m starving!”



Sometimes, you just gotta wonder about these things! Hope you enjoyed, have a great day!

~ Penny

Penny L Howe

Ligo Haibun Challenge – Geared to Immortality – Part 2

Another excellent writing challenge brought to you by Nightlake. The Ligo Haibun Challenge offers writers an opportunity to improve and hone their written skills, I encourage you to give this one a try, just click on the link for more details!

The prompt I chose for this week’s challenge was “Today Ten Years Ago” from those words I went with the theme “Anniversary” and 10 years become 10,000 years! I chose to try something a little different with this challenge. Did you notice the title reads “Part 2”? The first part is in my previous post where I wrote from a photo prompt by Alastair. It was fun teaming the two challenges together. Double the challenge, double the fun!

For your pleasure and enjoyment the finale to “Geared to Immortality“:



The succubus giggled. Sharing a human soul. She was so proud of herself.  For too long a tiring and boring process, always sneaking and seducing through dreams, drawing out life Alastairessence and then moving on to the next one. Sigh, so many victims, it became exhausting and boring.

And then an excellent idea – what if she were to cohabitate with just one soul, dwelling inside. She could accomplish the same thing through an innocent human. Delightful.

Such rich sensation of horror experienced by this human each time she viewed someone using her inventions – watching them wither away. How sensual and double the fun. Of course it wasn’t the invention – but no one knew that but the succubus.

And she had finessed the process now, so embedded was she within this human’s soul. Now each new invention used by another human stole only some of their living essence. They’d live on in a miserable half life fashion. Oh how delicious. Technology was awesome. 

Today, the anniversary of that first day she had entered this being’s soul, indeed a cause for celebration. The inventor knew something happened inside her soul that day, but still didn’t really ‘know’ …  The succubus sighed again, happily looking forward to thousands of years, inventions and souls to come.

an evil within
the price of technology
eternal victim