Weekend Writing Prompt #145 – Abysmal

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A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.

I love this challenge, so thank you, Sammi.

Choices

Life is comprised of a series of aleatory happenstances. There is a fair mixture of dark and light, should we pay attention.

Those who focus only on the dark send their psyches into an abysmal place from which they feel they cannot escape.  A tragedy, if left uncared for.

Some see only the light, dismissing the dark completely; oblivious to it.  Is this a realistic choice? Is their life flat?

I like to think I am a mixture of both, taking from the dark and turning it to light, ever growing, always learning.

 

My House – Friday Fictioneers

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It’s Wednesday and I never thought I’d find something to write for Friday Fictioneers – no reflection on your beautiful image, Dawn Miller!  However, as Zeke and I took our walk in the pretty deep snow (at places), wind in our faces (on the way back), a memory came to me… And the irony of life hit me in the face so, I had to go there. Thank you, always, Rochelle, for hosting this – sorry I scared you by saying I would not play this week!  Remember, I won’t be here in two weeks, so, I really won’t be playing!  😉  To play along, click the frog below and add your 100-word story to this beautiful image.

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My House

“This is my house!”

“Stop calling it your damn house. It’s our house! Four of us live here!  It drives me nuts when you say this.”

“What do you expect? It feels like I’m the only one who does anything around here! You guys are lazy and don’t pull your weight.”

***

Five years later

***

“This is my house!”

“Oh right, and you just can’t wait for us to leave YOUR house right, Mom?

“Maybe if you guys helped out by pulling your weight, I would call it ours! I feel like I’m on my own and you guys just squat!”

Weekend Writing Prompt #144 – Sculpture

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A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.  Thanks, always, to Sammi for this challenge.

The Model

 

 

“Pose for me,” the artist demanded.

 

“But, I’ve never—”

 

“No experience needed. I will guide you.”

 

Before she knew it, she was in his studio, dressed in a robe, one shoulder and leg exposed ~ his.

 

For weeks she sat, felt his touch as he adjusted her robe, listened to his voice, watched him work.

 

The sculpture done, she marvelled that he had captured a part of her she knew not existed.

 

Smudge

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I wasn’t planning on sharing this on Valentine’s Day but here it is… To my happlily coupled peeps, Happy Valentine’s Day!  To my happily single peeps, Happy Valentine’s Day! To those who are not in the situation they wish to find themselves in at this time, Happy Valentine’s Day!  There is enough love out there for all of you.  In whatever form it takes.

 

 

SMUDGE

 

A smudge in an otherwise cloudless twilight sky

Trying to blend in with the blues and violets and pinks

unnoticeable, discreet

 

Detected

 

by streetlamp posing as the setting sun

Shining its light, without thought

Exposed, for anyone who is looking, to see

 

Chances

 

to be taken, for unknown reward

Though showing vulnerability frightens

it is, in truth, the courage to love

 

 

 

 

 

What Do You See? – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #66

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Good Thursday, my peeps. I skipped last week because sometimes one does not feel like forcing the muse. However, this week, she is in fine form.  I was sure I had a photo that was more in tune with Crispina‘s lovely one but none really worked for me.  So, as I searched, I found something and a story was born. Thanks, my friend, for hosting this fun party every week!

What Do You See?

Gosh, that looks forbidding, doesn’t it?

It does. Want to go inside and see what lurks behind?

Dunno. It feels creepy.

You’ll miss something special if you don’t

That so?

Yep.  Shall we?

Lead the way! That way you’ll be eaten first if there are beasties within!

Haha!  Silly, do you honestly think I’d lead you to such a nefarious end? One in which I, myself, would be at risk?

You have a point.  OK, lead on anyway.

***

Gee whiz it’s dark in here!  Are there no lights?

Hang on.

 

She heard the creaking of a door before a beam of light appeared,

 

Hey! Open it more!

Not yet.  Before I open it, you need to know that it is a special door.

Special?

Yes. It will show you your dreams.

No way!

Yes. Close your eyes and think hard.

Done.

Go ahead. Open them.

Wow.  Val d’Orcia in Tuscany…

 

Her Morning Dose – Friday Fictioneers

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I had plans, big plans, for this photo.  Instead, you are getting this… a morning ritual, if you were 😉

Thank you Rochelle for not only hosting this wonderful shindig but for supplying this photo – that I am sure will bring much clearer results from the rest of the “crew”!  Maybe I’ll double-dip later… with something better. In the meantime, click on the frog below if you want to read more stories or better yet, add your 100-word story.

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Her Morning Dose

Her eyes are bleary; she can’t focus, no matter how many times she rubs them. What the hell is wrong with her? Maybe a coffee would help clear up things. She knows it makes no sense but she feels she is on slo-mo this morning and a shot of caffeine couldn’t hurt.

The scent of coffee tantalizes her nose as she pours the fresh brew into her cup. She adds a dash of milk.  She closes her eyes in pleasure as the elixir slides down her throat. Opening her eyes, she sees clearly.

I really need to start getting more sleep!

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #143 – Elysian

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A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.  Thanks, Sammi, for getting me to use a word I never use!

To Each Their Bliss

It can be found on a beach

high up on a mountain top

in the endless sea of sand that is the desert

There is no set place outside of your mind

For me, on most of my walks with

Zeke at my side or bounding ahead

My Elysian bliss is found

No matter the weather