Winter Woodland
Bare trees scrape clear sky,
Shivering pine leaves listen
To snow flakes melting,
Warmed by wanning winter sun.
Poet paints woodland in words.
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This post was written in response to Sue Vincent’s weekly photo prompt
Tag Photo Prompt
#Sunday Photo Fiction ‘Prickly’ #FlashFiction #100words
It’s Sunday and time for Sunday Photo Fiction. Below is the picture which inspired me to write the following 100 word, flash fiction, although according to the rules, you can write up to 200 words. Thank you Susan for hosting and Lakshmi Bhat for this week’s photo prompt.
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Prickly
“Ouch,” he said. “That hurt.”
“So, put a plaster on your ego,” she replied.
“Just one dance.”
“I told you, no way!”
“You’re the bridesmaid, I’m the best man, the music’s playing…”
She didn’t let him finish. “What part of no don’t you understand?”
“I know Derek was an idiot.”
She huffed. “Everyone knows your brother’s an idiot.”
“You’re hurt, but I’m glad.”
“What?”
“I’m glad he’s out of the picture.”
“And so are you!”
“I’m up for a challenge.”
“So, go climb the Everest!”
“Only with you.”
“You’re cocky.”
“Rhymes with prickly,” he whispered as he led her to the dance floor.
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That was fun to write! I hope you enjoyed their witty banter 😉 There will never be a dull moment with this couple!
#Sunday Photo Fiction ‘The Secret Door’ #FlashFiction #100words
It’s Sunday and time for Sunday Photo Fiction. Below is the picture which inspired me to write the following flash fiction of slightly over 100 words, although according to the rules, you can write up to 200 words. Thank you Susan for hosting and Susan Spaulding for the photo prompt.
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Photo Credit: Susan Spaulding
The Secret Door
Dr. Smith pushed her glasses to the top of her nose. ‘Can you describe how you’re feeling, Sarah?’
‘I’m lying down in the middle of the street, in my school uniform, while passersby throw stones over my motionless body.’
Dr. Smith nodded as if she understood. ‘Close your eyes, Sarah. Imagine you’re a bystander watching. What can you see?’
‘A girl buried under a huge, grey stone pyramid.’
She smiled. ‘Look again, Sarah. Perhaps you’re not under the pyramid, you’re inside it and there’s a way out.’
‘Like a secret door?’
Dr. Smith nodded. ‘Exactly.’
‘Where?’
Dr. Smith leaned towards her patient. ‘I’m here to help you find it.’
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#Sunday Photo Fiction ‘Happy Anniversary’ #FlashFiction #100words
It’s my second time taking part in the Sunday Photo Fiction. Below is the picture which inspired me to write the following 100-word flash fiction, although according to the rules, you can write up to 200 words. Thank you Susan for hosting and Terri Smeigh for the photo prompt.
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Photo Credit: Terri Smeigh
Happy Anniversary
My husband raised his gold-rimmed champagne flute. ‘Happy anniversary, darling.’
I smiled, in spite of the partying and the other women, because I had learned to play my part.
A reporter approached as planned. ‘Senator, a few words for Celebrity Night?’
‘I’d like to thank my wife for twenty years of love and support.’
‘It’s been a pleasure, my love,’ I replied, although I wished we were back at the highway diner where he proposed.
He promised eternal love and I believed all our dreams would come true. Be careful what you wish for, I thought as my heart wept.
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#Sunday Photo Fiction ‘The Nightmare’ #FlashFiction #100words
It’s my first time taking part in the Sunday Photo Fiction. I came across the picture which inspired me to write the following 100-word flash fiction, although according to the rules, you can write up to 200 words. Thank you Susan for hosting and Fandango for the photo prompt.
Photo Credit: Fandango
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The Nightmare
I watch his thoughtful face on my phone screen as I describe my nightmare.
“I’m walking along a narrow path lined with tall, sturdy trees, but there’s a bend ahead and I can’t see what lies beyond, so I slow down then stop, because I’m terrified. That’s how I feel, paralyzed. What does it mean?”
He smiles. “I’ll tell you what happens next. You keep walking until you’re standing by my side, and together we walk down the aisle towards the man you love.”
“Are you sure, dad?”
“Absolutely, my princess.” He sighed. “Your mother would be so proud.”
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#Writephoto ‘Too Bright’ #Haiku #Poetry
Too Bright
Bright sun conquers Earth
Devouring every pigment
Scared bluebells shiver
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This beautiful photograph reminds me of Dylan Thomas’ heartbreaking and powerful poem Sometimes the sky’s too bright.
There are times when the light is too bright and instead of showing you the way, it’s devouring everything, so you can’t see what’s hidden behind it.
Sometimes we need to wait until the sun has mellowed to see what was always there, behind the brightness.
We’re stuck in a rut. Life seems too much, but it isn’t. We often only need to stop, breathe and wait, a short time. The brightness will gradually vanish and we’ll see what’s behind the light isn’t so devastating after all.
A suggestion, while you’re waiting for the brightness to fade, write a poem, a piece of flash fiction, draw a picture, sing a song, dance, read a poem, a story, a novel, go for a walk, ride your bike, take a photo, be creative!
Hope you all have a wonderful weekend!
This post was written in response to Sue Vincent’s weekly photo prompt
#Writephoto ‘Cracked Rock’ #Haiku #Poetry
Cracked Earth
Rain and wind weathered,
Millenary rock draws breath,
Sighs, shudders and cracks.
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This post was written in response to Sue Vincent’s weekly photo prompt
#TwitterTales ‘Lost’ #FlashFiction #MondayBlogs
This Flash Fiction was written in response to the #TwitterTales picture prompt.
Lost
‘Take shelter in the hut.’
The hand pointed towards the snowstorm.
She couldn’t feel her limbs. ‘I can’t move. I’m dying.’
‘Not if you reach the light in the hut.’
So she crawled to the light she couldn’t see, struggling to reach the hut that wasn’t there.
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#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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