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Cheating Death

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Cheating Death

“Will you take it, child?” The old woman held out a crystal, her eyes shifted from shades of the blue sky into a deep sea.

Does she really want this? Is she really willing to give up her youth, her beauty, her future and half of her life for good? Beads of sweat trickled down Lisa’s forehead as her fingers touched the stone. Her eyes closed and images of the past swirled in her mind. She remembered his dark eyes, his laughter and his voice and the way he say her name. His touch.

Eyes flew open and she was filled with panic, fear and resolve. She wanted him back—alive and breathing by her side.

A while ago, it was her blood that dripped on a clear crystal and stained it pink. A while ago, her skin was beautifully fair. A while ago, the love of her life was dead.

But not anymore.

“It is done.” The old woman said and the last thing she saw was her malevolent smile.

Word Count: 170

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


Here is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. This week’s photo prompt is provided by my awesome friend, Jade. Thanks PJ for hosting another fun prompt. 😀

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O is for Oneirataxia

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When I see you I’m speechless but my heart is yelling,
When I’m with you I’m smiling but my hands are trembling,
When you talk I listen but all I care is to see your face,
You brighten my day like the sun’s radiant rays.

Would you believe me if I say it’s true?
That when you’re around every gray turns to blue,
You’re my Patronus, when darkness comes
Single-handedly beating my fears and frowns.

Every sight of you and her is a dart to these eyes.
It’s mind-wrecking, to my heart a scythe.
Why can’t you see that you are for me?
That she’s a fantasy while I’m your reality.


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Read more 2016 A to Z Challenge entries here!

Realms

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Imagine a vast realm, still and undisturbed, resting on the shelves as books. Each book has a story to tell— a life seen in vivid imagery or told in detailed intricacies. A world of history or fantasy, victory or defeat, research or discovery, questions or answers.

I delight in hopping from one realm to another. Some world I explore in a day while others took longer. But the world I’m in today is quite… puzzling. I set off a journey to the pages filled with outlines of shapes in various sizes.

Then I realize, some realms are not for me.


In response to this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a hundred-word piece of fiction. Thank you!

The photo prompt, a courtesy of Kent Bonham, reminds me of logic shapes and puzzles. Once, I tried to read a book about it back in collage, I ended up staring blankly at the pages. Blame my left side of the brain, please. Nonetheless, I had to read it to pass an exam. LOL. Some memories… ^^

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A Letter to a New-found Love

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Dear George R.R. Martin,

How you swept me away with your saga
I cringed to the deaths and gasped to drama
Engrossed— I breathed the song of ice and fire
It’s your world I crave; your words I desire

In my heart grew a massive gratitude
In fascination, you had me all glued
For the ride I took in the game of thrones
I slowly paced to flirt with the unknown

You took the chill higher in the clash of kings
I watched you in awe as you played the strings
A storm of swords set on smoldering heat
In your gripping tales, I rested my heartbeat

Do throw those pessimists— a feast for crows
I live every page; in each leaf time slows
Savor delight and dance with the dragons
Sing with the knights and travel in wagons

Will the dream of spring be a startling end?
My words are not enough to a tale well-penned
Will the winds of winter blow us away?
You were writing life’s metaphor, not just fantasy.

Your newest fangirl,
Maria ❤

Poetry Form:  Quatrain


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DAY 3:  Today, let’s turn our vision outward, and write fan letters. I challenge you to write a poem in the form of a fan letter to a celebrity. Now, this could be a celebrity from long ago, and needn’t be an actor or singer (though it could be).  

George R.R. Martin is an American novelist and short story writer in the fantasy, horror, and science fiction genres, a screenwriter, and television producer. He is the man behind the latest addition to my favorites, A Song of Ice and Fire.

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Read more 2016 NaPoWriMo entries here!

Just got lucky!

In response to Mondays Finish the Story weekly prompt.

MFtS 5

I watched the vulture looking at me hungrily as I lay on the ground bleeding and injured. I’m alive. What day is it? Was it an hour? A day? A week ago since the Mohingans waged a war against the Gayogohono tribe?

Numb and exhausted, I begged like the Earth— parched with thirst— would plead for rain as I looked up the cloudless sky stretching to the horizon. Ironically, the day turned bright and sunny as opposed to the crimson sight of lifeless and mangled tribesmen of Gayogohono.

Perched on a fence post, the vulture looked down on me, waiting for my tumultuous end. Hundreds of these scavenging birds of prey are circling and feasting on poor carcasses but this one remained staring at me with its menacing eyes.

“Is it my time?” I asked blankly.

Amidst the mortal wreckage of civilization, under the excruciating heat of the sun, a voiced echoed from a distance. It was soft but loud enough to raise my hopes.

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’ then,” I murmured. “Sorry pal, not your lucky day. “

And the vulture flew away.

Word Count:  169


Mondays Finish the Story is a unique flash fiction challenge hosted by Barbara Beacham where they provide you with a new photo each week and the first sentence of a story. The challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words, not including the sentence provided. This challenge runs from Monday to Sunday! Get creative and have fun finishing the story!

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Costume Play

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At eight
She loved to watch
Fairytales and play Barbie dolls
She dreamed to
Wear some fancy dress; look so pretty
In her long blond hair
At twelve
Her feelings grew, she
Wanted to be and evil witch, too
To wind her hands and
Say a chant; turn a mouse
Into a saucer
At sixteen
In her sweetest year
Her world revolved in friends
And crushes; but never
Did she forgot her reveries of
Unicorns and horses
At eighteen
Priorities changed
School and papers are all that
Matter, her mind wandered from
Strange outfits, weapons
And vibrant characters
At twenty-two
She felt less true, before
Her computer and coffee mug
How she wished that she should’ve
Tried to pick a dress and
Act a character
At twenty-three
Yes, that’s me, yearning
For a second chance at life
To seize the day, take off this mask
Of conformity; for once
Play a costume right


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: Lazy Learners.

“Is there something you’ve always wanted to learn but haven’t gotten around to? What is it and what’s stopping you from mastering the skill?”

Chimera

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When I see you I’m speechless but my heart is yelling,
When I’m with you I’m smiling but my hands are trembling,
When you talk I listen but all I care is to see your face,
You brighten my day like the sun’s radiant rays.

Would you believe me if I say it’s true?
That when you’re around every gray turns to blue,
You’re my Harry Potter, when my Dementors come,
Single-handedly beating my fears and my frowns.

Every sight of you and her is a dart to these eyes.
It’s mind-wrecking, to my heart a scythe.
Why can’t you see that you are for me?
That she’s a fantasy while I’m your reality.

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