Dance Club: Pensitivity’s Three Things Challenge

Skipping * jiving * living * liveing

Smile * laugh * sing song * gaffe

Danced to * sung to * joked to * loved to

Toasted * kissed * goodnighted * missed

Photo by Mauru00edcio Mascaro on

©2020 Chel Owens

From the amazing Pensitivity and her Three Things Challenge:

Welcome to The Three Things Challenge.
For those of you unfamiliar with the challenge, every day I list three things that may, or may not, be related.
The challenge is to simply read the prompt and see where your creativity takes you, using one, two or all three words in your post. There are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre apart from keeping it family friendly.
You can use the 3TC, #threethingschallenge or TTC as a tag and the logo if you wish.
Have some fun with the words and invite us along by creating a pingback to this post. Don’t forget to leave your link in the comments so that other people can read your writings and I’ll see it to respond to you directly. While you’re there, why not check out some of the other posts too!

I schedule the challenge to go out around 6.30 am UK time, so as pingbacks have to be approved manually, they might not show immediately if I’m late accessing my blog or due to time differences. I will get there though, I promise!
Your support continues to be amazing, so my thanks to all of you for taking part.

Your three things today are:


A Tall Walk Under Eaves

You wouldn’t know
Each kissing bough
Avoids by hair’s-breadth’s swing;

Delicious how
Obtaining now
Under branchèd reach;
My height-blessed friend
Enters the arboreal arch –
Now christened such by
Traipsing squirr’ls
Sent scurrying.

He stands and smiles;
Opens the whiles,
Whene’er he walks the path.


©2020 Chelsea Owens

Photo by Isham Krb on Unsplash

Acrostically cobbled together for Di of Pensitivity’s Three Things Challenge.

3 Things Challenge: The Wife Stands Alone

Di of Pensitivity has a three word challenge! The words are: self, assaulted, hedgerow.


High winds and slanting rain meant the perfect day for working. Grimwin looked up into the blurriness and felt his lips and cheeks tighten into a grin.

“No pesky sunshine today, self.”

Self smiled as well.

He grabbed at an expectant satchel lumped near the front hole; startled, it *eeeped* as he lifted it. Fortunately, the satchel also enjoyed dismal weather. If it’d had olfactory pockets, its beaten leather would have inhaled deeply at the worm-puddle scents that assaulted it from without the tunnel.

Instead, only Grimwin sucked a musty lungful and scampered to the surface. His still-grinning head popped up within the damp and wilting hedgerow.

“EEEEEEEK!” screeched the farmer’s wife.

Grimwin had enough time to wonder why in the Underworld that sturdy human was gardening today, of all days, when a solid, metallic *thunk!* sent gremlin and satchel back down to a silent dark.


©2019 Chelsea Owens