dVerse spoke to me today! Kim from Writing in Norfolk is hosting and today’s theme is: Haibun Monday: Being But Human – what is it she is asking? This: to write about a time when you last watched stars, a storm, the sea, an animal, or something else in nature that left you with a sense of wonder or awe. Aim to write no more than three tight paragraphs, followed by a traditional haiku that includes reference to a season. Hmmm. Here goes:
As I walk along in an autumn woods with no sounds save the crunch of dried leaves beneath my feet, the wind rustling the leaves above me and maybe the occasional trill of a bird I find my heart slowing, my breath deepening, my muscles relaxing and my mind freeing itself from whatever worries I might have. As this happens, I become more aware of my surroundings: I marvel at the velvety, almost neon green moss growing on fallen trees. I delight in the different kinds of fungi growing here and there: white, bright yellow, striped greys, polka-dotted red. I watch and smile at the antics of squirrels and chipmunks darting here and there, looking for nuts they will hide away for the winter. The sky is a shade of blue not seen the rest of the year, which makes the yellows and reds and oranges pop all the more. I am blessed to live through this season every year.
Fall into crispy ground
Joy is found in death
How to go from nuthin’ to somethin’ in a few minutes. This here photo by Sarah Potter had me going in so many directions, I had me some trouble choosin’ one. So I played my turn at WWF with DK (for once, I’m ahead), came back here and wouldn’t ya know? It just happened. I tells ya, ya gotta try this here challenge. Sure do get your ‘magination going sometimes. Rochelle is the bestest hostess with the mostest. G’head, click on the frog below to play along.
Th’other day, Sally was telling me that she feels a presence. She’s convinced it’s her grandma, looking out for her. I think it’s a whole lotta hogwash but then, I never did believe in all that spirit stuff anyhow. But hey, if it works for her and she’s happy with having some kinda shadow following her around? Then, who am I to talk, right? To each his own, I say. Whatever works, yanno? I ain’t here to judge no one on their beliefs. If it gives them comfort, that’s cool.
Sure do wish I felt like I had one, 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.
Another trip down memory lane. It took me almost a year-and-a-half to have my family over so I could share with them what I had learned with Cook in Tuscany in September 2016 – the full account of the soirée can be found here but these 33 words somehow triggered, though have nothing to do with at all! Funny how the muse works.
Wrangled up the necessary ingredients
To make a Tuscan feast to be shared
Invitations sent and accepted
A fun time, expected
With great company, delicious food, divine wine
And some friendly wrangling, unavoidable
Funny thing happened to me. Almost one month ago, I did a CCC challenge and used this here photo as part of my response, along with a little story. Here we are today, and Rochelle has
pilfered graciously asked to use this photo for this week’s FF. How could I not do a continuation of my first story? Well, yes, I didn’t have to but why not? I like to think this stands alone (as it’s supposed to) but hey, if you desire, you can read part one (that I didn’t know would be part one) right here. And if you have an even better story to create using this image, then, please, by all means, leave your link with the frogs below.
This is amazing. I should not have doubted you.
You really must learn to trust me and have fun.
It’s not that I don’t trust you. I just feel sometimes you are too fanciful.
Too fanciful? Seriously? And where are we now?
Okay, okay. Don’t get your knickers in a knot. You were right. This place is magical. And warm and welcoming. And what is that delicious scent?
I believe that delicious scent is the wonderful dinner you are going to buy me.
Looks like you have a decidedly realistic streak, as well.
All about balance. Shall we find a table?
dVerse Prosery time! Okay, okay, it was yesterday but still. And Merril is hosting so it is very hard to resist 😉 This time, our 144 story must include the phrase:
“there is nothing behind the wall
except a space where the wind whistles”
from “Drawings By Children” by Lisel Mueller
So, I did. And here it is 🙂
She read the advertisement, considered it, then set it back down, thinking it was not realistic. These things are never what they seem. The offer was seductive, though. She found herself perusing it again and again, longingly. Should she? Why shouldn’t she? What did she have to lose? The more the ideas swirled in her head, the more obsessed she became. She prepared, she dreamed, she couldn’t help but get excited even as she tried to tamp it down a notch. Don’t build it up too much, silly girl! Expectations beget disappointments. Much better to wait and see.
The day finally came! She arrived, only to see there is nothing behind the wall except a space where the wind whistles. What cruel trick was this? How had she been so duped? False advertising at its best. Why don’t you ever listen to your gut?
Happy Hump Day, Peeps! What does today bring? Why, so glad you asked… It brings us Friday Fictioneers that we have all (most of us) taken to writing on Wednesdays. It’s a thing unexplainable. This week, our beloved leader has pilfered her own photo for the prompt. Wanna take a stab at it? G’head, click on the frog below and add your own 100-word story!
Working From Home
What a golden opportunity has arisen during these crazy times! Just as one seasonal job was coming to an end, another appeared, only this time the commute would be from my bedroom to my kitchen. I could, like many, work in my pyjamas because… who’s to see? No, that’s not me. It’s one thing to lounge in one’s pj’s on a rainy Sunday, bingeing on some show or movies; it’s quite another to go to work thus, even if said work is in your home.
And you’ll never see me going to a restaurant in mine, not even Olive Garden!
A little later than usual but that’s the way of it, sometimes. Crispina says we have until forever to write so… here I am! I love finding something of mine to add to hers and put them together and I have it on good authority that it has now become expected of me. I do not want to disappoint!
Where does this go, do you think?
Nowhere. You can plainly see it’s a broken down something that is now nothing.
You’ve no imagination, you know that? Look how it seems to glow. I think we should go in and investigate.
I think your imagination is working overtime. You’re always off in some magical place in your mind.
What’s wrong with that?
Nothing, I guess. But you know, facing reality is better suited to getting on in life.
I dunno about that. There is enough awful in reality. Seems to me, injecting a little magic helps to soften things, make the real palatable.
As long as you don’t forever live in your magical state.
You are so annoying sometimes, you know that? Now hush up and come with me, would you?
Fine. But you’ll see there’s nothing— whoa… what the hell?
Whatsamatter? Did you find some magic, oh, Realist?
This working nine-to-five thing is really getting in the way of my writing and reading time! I’m going to have to figure out a decent schedule! Late is better than not, right? And I know, there is no late per se but ya’all know most of us like to get these things in early (ier). A thank you to C.E.Ayr for the use of his photo and to Rochelle for keeping us all afloat week after week! To join in, just click on the frog below and follow the instructions to leave your link!
A Boat Abode
Riding along on her bicycle, Clara’s thoughts were filled with questions about her future when she spotted a pink boat with a ‘For Sale’ sign. Curious, she parked her bike to go investigate further.
“Hey there, Missy. What can I do for you?”
“I’m curious if one could live on this here boat?”
“Shore thing. Wanna look inside?”
“You by yourself or with someone?”
“Just me. My apartment has been taken over by the landlord and I’m in dire need of a new home.”
“And you thought a boat is a solution?”
“Not until I saw this one!”
There you have it. When I saw Crispina‘s photo, I knew exactly what I was going to do. And then, in my search for that photo I needed to join in the story I found a couple more. Ahhh… with a modification and a twist, I went for it. Apologies, Crisp! I blew the 150-word limit! I’m surely forgiven… right?
When I look back now, I realise this started at a very young age. The first time, I actually blamed myself for not paying attention, for not doing what I should, but no. I can see it wouldn’t have mattered. She’d have found a way. She waited till she knew I’d notice it too late and wouldn’t be able to go back to find it. She was just a baby for goodness sake! Still. Now? I’m sure she knew exactly what she was doing.
When she hit her teenage years, I could more fully understand. It had to be a conscious decision. Of course, back then, she was still of an age to run around and play, so it was less obvious.
As a young adult, I couldn’t understand this obsession. Did she really think it could possibly work? Leaving a balled up note inside, to boot? It seemed rather desperate, to me. Fairy tales were for children!
This time? My goodness. Now she has done it. No way it could be missed. She chose the flashiest colour and hung it up at eye-level.
Surely Prince Charming would find THIS one?