#Writephoto ‘Endless Sunsets’ #FlashFiction

Endless Sunsets

Jack sat by the window.
Tears slid down his deep wrinkles, splashing onto his black suit.
 “What will I do without you?” he beseeched the fiery sunset.
“Remember the glorious skies we watched together.” He heard her voice echoing in his mind. “Now we’ll be watching endless sunsets.”
He spun round, swinging his arms in the air in frustration. “It’s not enough. I can’t see you or touch you!”
“Feel me in your heart,” she whispered as he held his hand over his chest and implored the crimson heavens to take care of the love of his life.
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Thanks to Sue Vincent’s weekly photo challenge #Writephoto for hosting and organising this weekly photo prompt. Why not join in?

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#Writephoto ‘Rolling Stones’ Thursday Photo Prompt #amwriting #Poem

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Rolling Stones

While ancient arches stare

Wide-eyed, at the languid

Leaves and slippery moss walls,

Stones roll along the stream

Into the vast unknown,

Searching for the distant

Place where restless, merry

Pebbles skip and frolic,

 While gathering no moss,

Even if they know there

is no satisfaction

In trying to escape

the rhythm of the music.

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Roll on Mick Jagger!

Somehow, today photo prompt took me to The Rolling Stones…

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This poem was written in response to Sue Vincent’s weekly Thursday Photo Prompt. Check out Sue’s wonderful blog for more information. 

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#Writephoto ‘Feast on the Sunset’ Thursday Photo Prompt #amwriting #Poem

This poem was written in response to Sue Vincent’s weekly Thursday Photo Prompt. Check out Sue’s wonderful blog for more information. 

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Feast on the Sunset

Sip the joy,

Swallow the pain,

Savour the love,

Slowly drink the sun,

Smell the bliss,

Feast on your life.

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Sink into the beauty,

Sail through the sorrow,

Search in the sky,

Spray with the sea,

Stay still in your soul,

Feast on yourself.

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Sprint through the struggle,

Soar through the storm,

Slide like a swan,

Swing to the stars,

Sing your survival,

Feast on your story.

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Stroke the sky,

Sprinkled with sunrise,

Sway with the scars,

Search for silence,

Start your script and

Feast on the sunset.

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#Writephoto ‘Marsha’s Sister’ #FridayFictioneers #Flash Fiction

This 100-word flash fiction was written in response to Sue Vincent’s weekly Thursday Photo Prompt. Check out Sue’s wonderful blog for more information.

This week’s Write Photo prompt by Sue Vincent has taken me to another weekly fiction challenge I take part in Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, check it out it’s also based on a photo prompt, 100 word maximum response, with a supportive group of participants. If you love reading and writing flash fiction Why don’t you join in?

I’m writing a weekly story on Friday Fictioneers about Alice, a creative child, her parents Marsha and Kevin, and her best friend Billy, but it won’t end there, more friends, relatives, teachers, doctors etc. will eventually be included in my weekly 100-word stories.  

They are all standalone stories, but if you’d like to read more of Alice’s stories, here they are!

Recently, Alice’s wealthy grandmother, who lived in a huge and spooky country house, has just passed. Alice and her parents are moving into her house, so when I saw this week’s photo prompt, I couldn’t help but tell a story including Alice, her mother, her grandmother, and another mysterious character, who also popped in last week’s story…

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Marsha’s Sister

Marsha was folding and storing her mother’s clothes for the charity shop. She looked up at the trembling ceiling. Who was in the attic?

Marsha rushed upstairs. ‘What are you doing here, Alice?’

‘Come inside, Mummy.’

Marsha froze. A wall only she felt blocked the entrance.

‘I’ve never been inside and you shouldn’t be here either.’

‘Whose toys are these, Mummy?’

Marsha wiped away a tear.  ‘My sister’s.’

‘You had a sister?’

‘Yes,’ Marsha whispered.

‘And you never played with her?’

‘She died before I was born.’

‘What a pity. She loves sharing her toys and having company. Come inside.’

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I’d love to read your comments on Alice’s story.

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Thursday Photo Prompt #WritePhoto #NationalPoetryMonth ‘Shore’ #amwriting #poem ‘I am the sand’

This poem was written in response to Sue Vincent’s weekly Thursday Photo Prompt. Check out Sue’s wonderful blog for more information.

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I Am The Sand

I am the sand,

Trapped in your hourglass.

Seeping smoothly down your neck.

You can tip me up or down,

Stopping the flow of my grains,

But you cannot hold time.

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He is the sea,

Pushing forward mercilessly,

Like the hands on a clock,

Stopping for no one,

Caring for nothing,

Overwhelming us all.

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He is persistent and I am compliant,

He’s unrelenting, while I am forgiving,

His waves are strong and tenacious,

He overpowers me with his demands,

He will flood my beaches and erode our world.

And you, you will sit and watch, helplessly.

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