In response to Creative Talents Unleashed’s Inspiration Call.
Will we wake or pass away?
His lips curved into a smile upon looking at the stone statue towering over the crowd. Maria, that’s what he fondly calls her. She was an angel draped in a long flowing dress with her hair pulled back into delicate curls; her beautifully detailed wings complemented that of her cherubic face.
From a distance, she looked just as ordinary as the rest of the statues in the park with its surface sandblasted and chemically treated to give the appearance of an aged stone. But if they could only look deep within her eyes, they’d see fierceness and longing intertwined.
“Farewell sweet seraphim,” he softly whispered, his gaze never leaving the statue, “this old man is off to carve another muse. I’ll see you around.”
Then, after three deep breaths, he took a turn and left the park with pride in his heart and a hint of tears in his eyes.
Word Count: 150
This is in response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. This week’s photo prompt is provided by Sonya of Only 100 Words. Thank you!
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Priceless Joy where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using 150 (+/- 25 words).
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She lived a life that some would describe as being on edge. She’s an untamed wanderer, a drop of free water. She called herself an angel of lust. For lust, as defined by her, is a desire to live every kind of life there is and dream every kind of dream. It is a desire to breathe the summer air, chase the crashing waves, and dance in the rain. She craved for moment, time, and people— for their warm touch and gazes that goes beyond skin.
But just as they always say, there are two sides to every coin.
There comes a time when she can’t keep her demons at bay. When all she could see is destruction, sin, and woe. A time when she turns from being a screaming siren into a muted murmur, running to a place empty of people and buildings and connection and light. A perfect place for fading and getting lost,
…but eventually, for getting found.
Word Count: 150
This is in response to Mondays Finish the Story prompt.
Finish the story begins with: “She lived a life that some would describe as being on edge.”
PS. I’m feeling rather gloomy today after reading the current events so I ended up with somewhat a prose poem. It’s really distressing to think how living in this beautiful world is a tug of war between life and death, love and misery, faith and doubt, and hope and suffering. Life is such a flipping coin. 😦
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As the afternoon wore on and the clouds began to drift in, she found herself smiling at the thought that for the first time in many years, she’s back to where it all started. Flying a thousand miles from home, she came to this dingy shack, clattered down the stairs and took a shovel. Anyone who would see her must think she’s gone mad. Why would a gorgeous, successful writer be digging a hole in the middle of nowhere, anyway?
Unless she’s some hatchet murderer. But she’s not.
There, she struck her shovel into the earth and she dug and dug, worked the end of the shovel, back and forth, up and down, until she felt something hard. She dug with her hands until she found a wooden box. Teary-eyed, she held the box, recounting the treasured moments of yesteryear, the myriad highs and abyssal lows, the grief of loss and the joy of discovery. Inside was a small piece of scented paper with words scribbled on it.
Live a life worth remembering
Turn your dreams into reality
Travel the world, it’s beautiful
Give love and be loved
Take me back when all these things come true and smile. You made it! ♥ ♠ ♣ ♦
Word Count: 203
I’ve been meaning to catch up with some daily prompts and writing tasks but, whenever I do, either my workloads turn threefold or I can’t think straight. Ooh, if I could only ask for an indefinite leave! 😦
I know it would be a sting to let some prompts pass, so—being the slacker that I am—I’ve decided to hit two birds with one stone. This is in response to Sunday Photo Fiction’s prompt and our Writing 101 Day 2 task, Write a list. PS. I hope it’s not a miss! 🙂
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In response to Sunday Photo Fiction’s weekly prompt.
Sunday morning started out well as the sun came slanting through the blinds. It was one of those impossibly gorgeous mornings of perfect temperature and light breeze— not a cloud in the sky. Sarah found her bedroom slippers and shuffled to the kitchen to pour her a cup of coffee, looking forward to a laid-back day.
From the kitchen window, she watched a heron glide above sun-drenched water and couldn’t help a smile. “Beautiful”, she said.
“So are you.” replied a voice that she knew very well. Turning around, she met a pair of smiling blue eyes— the same old eyes she fell in love with three decades ago.
“What are you wearing?!” she shrieked, staring at her husband wearing a top hat, waistcoat, long jacket, and polished shoes, “you look like a man from the sixties.” His lips creased to a smile, “My wife, I am a man from the sixties,” he answered, “Come on out, I have a surprise for you.” He led her outside, his hands covering her eyes.
Standing in front of the house, his hands left her eyes while his gaze led her to his surprise. On the ledge, beside their bedroom window, is an old penny farthing that brought her a wave of nostalgia. “Ohh, Tom, you fixed it.”
“Happy 30th anniversary, dear,” he whispered and planted a kiss on her cheeks, “now go on and change, your ride’s waiting.”
Word Count: 236
Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Alastair Forbes where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to center around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story.
PS. It’s been a while since I joined tale-weaving prompts. It’s great to be back. 🙂
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In response to The Daily Post prompt: We all have strange relationships with punctuation — do you overuse exclamation marks? Do you avoid semicolons like the plague? What type of punctuation could you never live without? Tell us all about your punctuation quirks!
The em dash. I’ve always liked the structure it creates and the emphatic conclusion it conveys in a sentence. Among the punctuation marks, the em dash is the most versatile, and with the right context, it can substitute commas, parentheses, or colons—in each case with a different effect.
However—as much as you’d like to—you can’t overuse the em dash or you’ll end up with pair of mayhem and confusion in your sentence. If it’s not too intrusive, I’d probably be using the em dash a whole lot more myself.
Among my favorites is a post I had a year ago entitled, It takes six men before you meet your lucky 7—or not. You won’t find a lot of em dash in this post but notice how the em dash in the title plays with your imagination. Intriguing? 😉
As for the semicolon, I have not paid much attention to it until I came across an article about a nonprofit movement that represents hope and love to those who are struggling with challenges such as depression, suicide, addiction and self-injury, called Project Semicolon. According to this global movement—which I specifically love,
“A semicolon is used when an author could’ve chosen to end their sentence, but chose not to. The author is you and the sentence is your life.”
Currently, I’m working on with my relationship with semicolon and I can’t wait to see the day to have it tamed. Until then, Shakespeare, Frost, Hardy, Keats, Byron— and all great poets get to earn my jealousy.
Tawny leaves below
Matched the ocher sky above
The sun will soon rest
Here’s a bit of fun for Creative Talents Unleashed prompt.
Inspiration Call: Write A Haiku Poem to this picture. Haiku’s are short poems that use sensory language to capture a feeling or image. They are often inspired by an element of nature, seasons a moment of beauty or a poignant experience.
This is in response to Creative Talents Unleashed’s prompt.
Inspiration Call: Tell the story behind this picture in just 6 words.
Creative Talents Unleashed is a publishing group that offers an inspiring platform for both new and seasoned writers to tap into and participate with. They offer daily writing prompts and challenges to fuel the writer’s mind, a variety of writing tips, and much more.
Zed’s face lights up whenever he starts talking about Mia. Sometimes love finds you in unexpected ways, and little did he know that he would find it in the hands of an auburn-haired, fair-skinned, smart, kind and exceedingly gorgeous woman he’d met in the outskirts of Raleigh. Continue reading “A clandestine”