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”
She lived in a mango tree. High up in the leafy branches where years of dreams and promises reside; a pledge of an everlasting love signed and sealed by carvings on a bark.
Everything was perfect– or so she thought. For in an instant, her beautiful world crumbled to an end; in a heartbeat, he was gone. Continue reading “Forever Intertwined”
His heart trembled like a quake while waiting behind the rusty gate. It took him weeks to muster the courage to come to this place. Beads of sweat trickled down his neck as he calm his nerves for his speech.
“Man up, John. She’s just a new neighbor, a gorgeous one at that. You just have to say ‘Hi!’”
He tried to mumble the words again which always lead to a stammering end. As the clock continued ticking, he became more restless.
On the brink of cold feet, he turned away but heard soft voice from behind, “Are you looking for someone?”
Word Count: 102
Here’s my take for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt.
Friday Fictioneers s a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using 100 words or less.
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From her small balcony, the witch watched the world go by.
For years, this has been her morning routine. Waiting for the sun to hung just above the trees underneath the blue sky that stretched to the horizon, smelling the faint aroma of summer leaves brought by soft southern winds, and watching mortals waking up to another mundane day. Continue reading “Pistanthrophobia”
I never liked it whenever mom and dad leave me alone with the twins, Ben and Crum. They either make a fool out of me or ignore me completely. Tonight, I played the role of the lone unseen as I watched them engage enemy forces in Berlin, eyes not blinking as if their lives depend on it.
Out of nowhere, probably boredom, I asked, “Did you know that in ancient Greece, cicadas were considered a luxury snack?”
Their eyes blinked as if trying to process if the Black Ops said something about cicadas.
“Hello! Ben and Crum to Earth!” I finally stood in front, blocking their view from the game.
“Troy you weirdo. Go away or I’ll kill you!” screamed Ben in angst.
“Mom says you guys should watch over me, not play Call of Duty.”
“You wouldn’t like that. Move!” shooed Crum.
“What a waste, we should’ve been sitting next to a campfire.”
I ran upstairs and looked out my bedroom window. Fireflies mimicked the stars, twinkling and blinking along the beckoning woods. And there it was, a most unlikely sight, an orb-like thing shinning in emerald light.
“Come deep into the forest if you dare.” it says.
Word Count: 199
This week’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt was quite a challenge. It took me sometime weighing if I should opt for another soliloquy or a short story. Then I finally decided on the latter. 🙂
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.
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Like wildfire it burns
Embracing us with its warmth
Scorching, rough, and mad.
Here’s a bit of fun for Creative Talents Unleashed prompt.
Inspiration Call: Write A Haiku Poem to this picture.
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.
The rain poured down hard and the wind whipped sheets of water against the glass. Trees bent with the wind, bowing to a greater power. The sky flashed with lightning, and thunder roared, loud enough to quiver the windows.
You stared at the blurry world beyond the glass. Continue reading “Hiraeth”
“Kids, don’t go too far or you’ll be left behind.”
“Look! Is that where Rapunzel lives?” little Emily shrieked
She stared at the brick castle and wondered, “Who’s Rapunzel Emy?”
“Grandma. She’s the princess with a long, blond hair, who was trapped at the top of the castle. Prince Eric, her knight in shining armor, came to save her and climbed the castle using her hair.”
“That’s not true!” Harry opposed. “This place used to be Hotel Transylvania, built by the great Count Dracula. Legend says this served as a getaway for all the world’s monsters and every full moon a human sacrifice is served during the feast. The people would then hear Drac’s loud laugh– Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.”
She couldn’t help but chuckle on the kids’ wild imagination. With cheerful eyes she stared at the castle and reminisce the first time she laid her eyes on her better half.
“I tell you kids, nothing beats a great love story.”
…and she spent the next two hours telling a happily ever after story.
Word Count: 175
Here’s for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge.
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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