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“Was I?”

I look at him hoping to see mischief in those Houdini eyes. Perhaps ten years have blurred my memory. It wasn’t I who followed a stranger to that bookstore along Rue de la Bûcherie. What was it called? Ah, Shakespeare and Company.

I did not go out of my way pretending to eye those weather-beaten shelves, fingering book spines, thinking of a way to start a conversation.

“James Joyce lies buried in the cellar” was your desperate did-you-know. I can’t believe how I fell for that—

How I fell for you.

Paris is indeed full of exotic swindlers.

Word Count: 100


Written for Friday Fictioneers, a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a hundred-word piece of fiction. The photo prompt this week is a courtesy of C.E. Ayr.

It has been a while since I’ve written for Friday Fictioneers and I am happy to be back this week. This one is inspired by Ali’s micro story titled Endings. As I have said (am I’m sure I’m not the only one), it’s rare to see him write about love and heartbreak. My hopeless romantic muse got thrilled and so here’s a prequel to his tale.. 😉

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Knights Are Myths

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Knights Are Myths

My father once told me,
Do not believe in knights
They don’t ride warhorses
Or fight battles for their lords
Some wore fancy armors
Only to be struck down
By temptation’s arbalest
Some will play you like chess
Saying one step forward
Walking two steps back

Instead, he told me to fall for
A man with the taste of the sea
Someone who knows
The dangers of the ocean
And the gusts of the wind
Someone who, despite
The beauty of the deep,
Will find a shore to return to
Someone who knows the pain
Of a wound drenched in salt

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


Written for A to Z Challenge: Letter K.

Today’s photograph is entitled The Captain’s Daughter by Reylia Slaby. You can find more of her works on her Facebook Page and Instagram account.

YAY! Let the challenge commence!

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Read more 2017 A to Z Challenge entries here!

K is for Kilig

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Kilig, is when one may experience the following:

*butterflies in one’s stomach
*heart melting
*shivers down one’s spine
*irrepressible noises from one’s mouth
*uncontrollable smiling
*an inner conflict between hope of something wished for and reality

Kilig may also be defined as that mountain top, floating on cloud nine, invincible, i-could-keep-smiling, heart aching goodness and feeling which overpowers the mind’s ability to think straight, act straight, breathe properly and articulate thoughts into a single comprehensible sentence.

Two silhouettes danced and waltz by the fire
Eyes glistened, whispers; flirting with desire
Tight hugs, sweet gentle kisses
Two fitting puzzle pieces
Swaying to the serene tune of the lyre

Butterflies fluttered with your every smile
Gliding on cloud nine, let’s stay for a while
Blissful, couldn’t stop smiling
Euphoric, two hearts melting
Two silhouettes held and walked to the aisle


Poetry Form: Limerick

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Read more 2016 A to Z Challenge entries here!

Hear me, please?

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Hear me, please?
A Free Verse

I asked the whistling wind
To chase after you
Take my message, let you know
I begged the pristine water
To follow your course
Tell you I’m sorry for letting you go
I pleaded the muddy earth
To track your trails
Lead us to a crossroad; my love,
Can we start anew?

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


In response to Shapeshifting 13 #44 KICKOFF: This week, in exactly 52 words, your challenge is to write a story or poem inspired by and using any form of the following word(s):

“CONVEYOR”

The Hourglass

PHOTO PROMPT - © Sandra Crook

 

Bill Ortega, the world’s wealthiest man with a net worth of $143.7 billion, sat weak and powerless on the bedside. For sixty years, he lived life as a race, never stopping to take a break. But how he wished he did.

Lying on deathbed was his wife Ligaya, her body a shrunken leaf. He couldn’t help but let out a sob. “Honey?” she asked, her face lined with pain.

“I should have slowed my life down.” he lamented, “I don’t want to lose-

“You’re not, you never will.” she differed, “Remember your favorite hourglass? I tilted it.”

Confused, he asked why.

“To slow my time down.”

Then Ligaya gave him her sweetest smile.

Word Count: 113


Here’s for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. The photo prompt is a courtesy of Sandra Crook which reminds me three things, 1) to seize the day, 2) live life to the fullest, and 3) to savor every moment. 🙂 🙂 🙂

Friday Fictioneers s a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a hundred-word piece of fiction.

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Our Valentine’s

PHOTO PROMPT © The Reclining Gentleman

The sun was already up when Julio found his wife watering the flowerbeds in the garden. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.” He whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Oh!” Lora shrieked in surprise, “Look who’s awake. Happy Valentine’s, sleepyhead.”

“I intend to make you breakfast.”

“You intend.”

They were about to kiss when a little voice called out from behind. Maxie was staring quizzically at her grandparents then muttered, “It’s August 12, not February 14 grandma!”

“Oh, sweetie, but today is OUR Valentine’s Day. It’s the day a certain mailman brought Valentine to me in an envelope.” Lora explained and winked.

“A handsome mailman, he was.” her husband added.

Word Count: 108


I’ve always believed we could make any day a Valentine’s Day…

Here’s a late entry for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. Photo prompt is provided by The Reclining Gentleman. Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!  😀 ❤

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Cupid

Some of you don’t believe in me. Thinking I’m just a cherub with a bow and arrow; a mere figment of your imagination. Most, however, does still believe in my existence- some are happy, some are hopeful, some are impatient, while others blame me for a mismatch. But let me tell you this: I always pull my arrow at the right time and the right place towards the right people. And I never miss.

Take these two strangers for instance. Meredith, a  charming ballerina who loves cats; and Rite, a kind, science geek who plays guitar. Today is their fated day. In this park, at that very bench for two.

Look closely.

***

Seconds later, a boy and a girl from opposite sides went for the red bench.

Locked gazes. Shy smiles.

***

Now that’s a good start. Nine years, nine months, and nine days later they’ll be walking down the aisle. But for now, I’ll leave the rest up to them.


Here is for  Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. This photo prompt is a courtesy of Ady. HAPPY VALENTINES DAY, everyone!  ❤ ❤

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is a weekly writing challenge  where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using 150 (+/- 25 words). Thanks for another fun prompt, PJ! 😀

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Good Morning Kiss

100 words about a car mechanic with a big heart

This was his favorite kind of morning, sharing a good laugh with his wife while walking hand in hand around the farmhouse. No, they’re not newlyweds but Marta and John lived every single day of their forty years as if they are.

While having occasional banters on the roadside, John caught a glimpse of his 1930 vintage truck near the barn. He couldn’t help but smile.

“Here we go again…” Marta faked annoyance as her husband led her to the truck. He crawled under the chassis as if a mechanic trying to fix a troubled car. Of course the truck wouldn’t start, every tire was either short on air or completely flat, but they used to fool around it on some mornings.

“Remember how we first met?” John asked.

She opened the car’s hood and bent as low as she could so as to meet his smiling eyes. “Uhmm… not really,” she lied, “but I remember kissing a gorgeous guy who once fixed my car.”

Marta then tilted and gave him a good morning kiss.

Word Count: 175


Here is for  Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. This photo prompt from pixabay reminds me of country life and of sweet, loving old couples. ❤ 🙂

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is a weekly writing challenge  where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using 150 (+/- 25 words). Thanks for another fun prompt, PJ! 😀

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Daydreams

One morning, we were striding the path of Pemberley’s garden where sunflowers bloom and wink to the sunny skies. I have never seen such stunning place devoid of artificial façade.

Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner paced slowly in front while Darcy walked by my side. I blinked my eyes in disbelief—I’m with the Fitzwilliam Darcy!

He was talking endlessly, something about the flowers, arts, Netherfield, and breakfast but I only nodded mechanically and my thoughts were fixed on his face. My eyes traced the strands of his hair, I want to touch them. And as he speak in fervor, with those lips—cherry and inviting—I couldn’t help but bit mine.

“Young lady, if you’re not going to stop staring like that, I’m afraid I’m going to kiss you.” he teased.

I blinked trying to make sense of what I’ve just heard.

“Ria…” he paused, his face closing to mine.

“Riaaaaa!” a loud voice came out of nowhere, “RIA. Wake up!” mom yelled, shaking my senses.

“MOM! Not before the kiss!” I wailed

“What kiss?!”

Word Count: 175


Here is for  Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. This week’s photo prompt by Sonya of Only 100 Words which surprisingly reminds me of my favorite classic, Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. P.S I’ve been ogling  Fitzwilliam Darcy ever since I read the book. I hope Lizzie forgives me for fantasizing her beloved. 😀

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is a weekly writing challenge  where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using 150 (+/- 25 words). Thanks for another fun prompt, PJ! 😀

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