Weekend Writing Prompt #68 – Derelict

Thank you, Sammi Cox for hosting this challenge.  Difficult to not be maudlin with such a word.  I hope I brought in a little hope, though.

 

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.

Word Prompt

Derelict

Challenge

Sitting on some cardboard

Coffee cup in grubby hand

Eyes lowered, shame hidden

Side-stepped by passersby

A lump on the ground

Unseen, unheard

Till comes a little boy

Eye-level, steps forward

“Don’t talk to him.

He’s a dirty derelict!”

“No, Mommy,

I see a sad man.”

 

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #67 – Haphazard

19 words… I can do that, she says to herself.  Then spends some time trying to make it work…. Silly little attempt at poetry…

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!

Word Prompt

Haphazard

Challenge

Per your request

My room is clear

No longer a mess

I think not dear

It’s haphazard at best!

Weekend Writing Prompt #63 – Crumble

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.  Thank you Sammi!

Word Prompt

Crumble

Challenge

Life has challenged me
Maybe more than others
I would not know
I have not crumbled
And stand up tall
Square my shoulders
And move forward
I found love once and can again
I am enthusiastic
For what lies ahead
Life must be embraced
No matter how scary
I’d still rather go out there
And take a chance
Than look back and think
Why didn’t I?
How could I know if I don’t go?
So, to Woodstock I drive
And see what the Universe has planned for me

Weekend Writing Prompt #62 – Zephyr

Good Sunday my readers.  I hope you are enjoying beauty in your surroundings.  I am attempting something I’ve never done (and had never heard of, until recently).  It’s all  your fault, Merril.  The following is my attempt at a cleave poem.  For those of you, who, like me, had (have) no clue what the heck that is… it’s a poem that can be read three ways:  just the column on the left (in black), the column on the right (in blue) or the whole thing together.

I don’t know what I was thinking except to push myself into a scary, unknown territory.  Me, who’s not even a poet!

Thank you Sammi Cox for hosting this challenge.  You have unwittingly given me a push!

Whisper thin, veil-like, her dress of zephyr

Gently billowing around her, caressing her body

Dancing and swaying with the long grasses, tickling her legs

Meandering, no final destination, she smiles at life’s joys

Arms wide, receiving this blessing, sun beaming down

Taking it all in and absorbing the good, feeling warm and loved

Cloud comes, obscures the sun, suddenly cool, blot of darkness

What is this?  She frowns, looks up

Surreptitiously, the zephyr appears, cloud is gently blown away

One needs some darkness, to better appreciate the light

And to allow the wind to blow, capturing and releasing, loving and losing

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #61 – Quarantine

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend, hosted by Sammi Cox.  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.

Word Prompt

Quarantine

Challenge

Sweat snakes rivulets down my body

Try to take a deep breath, impossible

Energy is nil, movement is out of the question

I watch the heat waves undulate before me

The air dances but I cannot

Pull myself up

Stumble across the stones, legs heavy

The door is in sight

Last bit of strength

I quarantine myself from the heat

And shiver in pleasure

Air-conditioning wins

Sanctuary.

 

 

Weekly Writing Prompt #60 – Weave

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, right here.

Word Prompt

Weave

Challenge

You weave your way into my life

Resistance is futile

Through your magical words

You have created a beautiful motif

Like a master with his loom

 

Idyll – Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers is here and I am posting on this Thursday night because, frankly, I just had so much trouble coming up with a story!  I had all sorts of ideas and none could make it “to paper” so to speak.  I decided to throw caution to the wind and try something new.  Thank you, as always, to Rochelle for graciously hosting this party.  Erin Leary, thank you for your photo.  It truly had me stumped this week!  And, to Sandra Crook, long-standing member of this troupe, kudos go out to you for winning First Place in the 500 Flash!  That is so wonderful (and the story is great!)

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Copyright Erin Leary

Copyright Erin Leary

Genre:  Attempt at Prose

Word count:  100

IDYLL

Sandy beaches, as far as the eye can see
Sunshine blazing
Heat rising in waves off the pavement
Parasols dotting the seascape
No bare spots to be found
Burnt and tanned bodies
The scents of various sunscreens
Drinks with little parasols
Scents of barbecue and sweets
Steel drums and Calypso music

Idyll?
For some

Fields of lily pads
Straw hats and bent over bodies
Humidity that soaks your clothes in no time
Cacophonous city centre
Tinkle of bicycle bells
Hawking of street vendors
Incomprehensible language
No room to move
Unfamiliar spices wafting
Melodious, enchanting, yet jarring, music

Idyll?
For others