BHB (Brush, Handle, Bristle)

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

(Possible “R” rating -adult content)

In response to THREE THINGS CHALLENGE #892 by pensitivity 101. Your three words for this week are: BRUSH, HANDLE, BRISTLE


Oh yes, right there. That’s it, push the handle a little harder. Oh yes, make me growl.

Now use those bristles, you know I love it when you pull my hair like that, flicking your brush just so. Knowing which spots to hit and which I don’t really like at all.

Oh my gosh, you are taking me to heaven. I don’t think I can handle much more. Let me shake out my hair and see how you’ve done.

That’s fabulous, here let me lick your face to say thank you. Maybe I’ll nip your nose a bit to remind you that although you are human, you will always be part of my dog pack!


By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

Response to Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the Jan 20th, 2022

January 20, 2022 by Linda G. Hill

Looking out into the darkness I see you there


Waiting for me

I’m not waiting for you

Looking out across the sea swept lawn
I see you there

Waiting for me

I’m not waiting for you

This time I saw you there Waiting for me Hungering for me

Even in my darkest despair

I wasn’t waiting for you there

Looking I can see the sun my day has finally come Liquid starshine upon my face

Be gone death specter, leave this place!

Failed Attempt

131 Words By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to the 6 minute challenge picture prompt provided by STINE WRITING and Miniatures

The procedure to correct and reduce Dumbos massive ears to prevent him from warning circuses around the world about the terrible duo, has gone awry. Dr. Putinup and his trusted assistant Trumpit, strove to put down all resistance supporting the little elephants right to flight and freedom by garnering the likes of Turn-the-other-way-ary and the ever shadowy figure of the increasingly unpopular Polanites.

Upon removal of the little elephants bandages, surgeons and politicians all were shocked and stunned to find their efforts were in fact, in vain when these magnificent butterfly ears emerged and the proud little elephant asserted his independence by flapping his new wings and hopping right over the indignant and horrified faces of both Putinup and Trumpit and their staunch contingent of disbelieving miscreants.


By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Fandango’s Tuesday Story Starter #35 for March 1, 2022

She was quite serious when she looked me straight in the eye and said,

“Your CT scan revealed a large mass on the left lobe of your thyroid. The right also reveals numerous polyp type shadows that are most likely nothing to be concerned about.”

She was still speaking but my brain had stopped processing data at “large mass.”

The doctor touched my arm, her lips were moving, my ears told me she was uttering archaic sounds that should have made sense to me; but my brain had stopped functioning. A complete and major shut down without the benefit of a true and proper faint.

“In three weeks, alright? Do you need to put that in your calendar?” She peered at me with what I would later come to call that “ sympathetic but glad it’s not me” look.

My blank stare must have given away my lack of state of mind. A paper was placed in my hand and I was ushered out of the exit door by one of the office staff. She waved as she closed the door chiming,

“Have a wonderful rest of your day!” Before she bolted the door behind me.

I stood frozen, staring at the appointment card and instructional sheet of paper in my hand stating a biopsy was scheduled in three weeks. Three weeks? I had to suffer the next three weeks with the “C” word hanging over my head and the real idea that extinction, mine, was looming in the not too distant future.

What had she said? “Have a wonderful rest of your day!”

I now understood why she locked the door behind me. Smart woman.

…..To be Continued


By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

In Response to visual prompt provided by The Sunday Muse

Through the forest does he come

Searching for his only one

Through the meadows open wide

To find the one to be at his side

She hides in hopeful anticipation

Leaving not for even a libation

Waiting and wondering is she the one

Grooming and preening out in the sun

Wading through the river deep

He scents the one he wants to keep

Stalking her quietly without a doubt

Pounces her delighting in her shout

Her joyful howl it can be heard

Beyond the owl and old blackbird

He chose his love and did it well

Today her heart does swell and swell

Who is Next?

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

Blood of the land

Seeping through desecrated leaves

Leaving desecrated land

Leaving desecrated souls

Forbidden invasion

Breaking into homes

Destroying men

Destroying women

Killing children

Dictators massacring for wealth

Raping and slaughtering for power

Chaos perpetuated

Chaos reigns

No one stood strong

Not one nation did balk

Will you be next?

Will we be next?

One Voice

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

One voice rose above the den of the crowd. A small but determined voice, intent on being heard.

It took a while but ever so slowly as her voice carried, one person after another stood falling silent to listen.

“What say you girl?” Rumbled a voice carried across the land, over a blaring, slightly warped sound system.

“Mannequins Sir. I asked why our leaders are little more than mannequins striking poses in front of the television cameras and reporters?”

The official became very, very still.

“War is at the doorstep. What do you expect me to do?”

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #219

Include the sentence somewhere in your piece. “War is at the doorstep. What do you expect me to do?”

• Image by Gerd Altmann
• From Pixaby Pixabay

“War is at the doorstop. What do you expect me to do?”

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

“War is at the doorstop. What do you expect me to do?” Asked Poland of the little Ukrainian girl standing on the steps of the Palac Prezydencki. Her small frame although dwarfed by President Andrzej Duda, remained standing tall in front of him.

“We can not worry about Russia and her desire to reintegrate Ukraine little girl, we must focus our energies on returning Poland to a higher state of Christianity that we might do good in the world.” He turned and left her standing on those opulent marble steps alone.

“War is at the doorstop. What do you expect me to do?” Asked Hungary of the little Ukrainian girl standing outside the many windowed facade of Sandor Palace. President Janos Ader patted the child on her head, the smile beneath his neatly trimmed mustache warm and welcoming.

“At this time our focus must remain on the ability of this government to protect its economy against the influx of immigrants in order to keep our country a viable and strong economic presence here in Europe. Now run home little girl and tend to your own business.” He smiled, patted her head and turned away, leaving the little girl standing outside the protection of his magnificent walls, alone.

“War is at the doorstop. What do you expect me to do?” Asked the United States of the bedraggled child hovering outside the security gates surrounding the walls of the White House. President Joe Biden looked down at the tiny child standing outside, shivering in the cold February rain. He called to her from the warm, secure Oval Office where he sat with his pen at the ready.

“I am prepared to authorize sanctions against Russia,” he said, shaking his finger pointedly so the television cameras would be sure to send his intimidating image to Russian President Vladimir Putin. “But, we mustn’t ostracize our European allies so the sanctions will be light.” Before President Biden bid the trembling girl farewell, he quietly and very firmly stuck his head into the crumbling sand at his feet.