Challenges · Haiku

Haiku #018

018_slowly

slowly drifting on
spirit sighing at each turn
uncharted dreamer

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*Inspired by the prompt Slowly from The Daily Post.
*Image designed with Canva.

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Challenges · Drabble · Fiction

006 – Broken

petaled flower drawing on white egg shell
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“My horn’s broken…” she says.

“What?” he snaps.

“My horn,” she says again, before blowing into her brass coiled instrument. “Hear that?”

“No…?”

“Exactly! Someone’s been messing with my instrument!”

He takes a closer look. “Seems all fine to me. Maybe you just need to blow harder—”

“That’s like saying I’m the one who’s broken, right?”

“Woah! I didn’t say that!”

She sniffles. “You think I’m broken…”

“Okay, maybe…” He backs away, then stops. Sighing, he reaches out one copper hand and gives the misplaced wire on her neck a gentle shove. “But it’s not something that can’t be fixed.”

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*Inspired by the prompt toot your horn from The Daily Post.

Challenges · Drabble · Fiction

005 – Rise

battle black blur board game
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I’m proud of what you have become, despite what the world has forced to mold you into.
I’m proud of what you have achieved, despite what the world has made you believe you can’t.
I’m proud of what you have let go, despite what your ego kept insisting you shouldn’t.
I’m proud of what you have fought for, despite what your efforts have dragged you through.

I’m proud of you for soldiering on, beyond the failures…

Beyond darkness…

Beyond the echoing silences of defeat…

So get up. Keep fighting.
Sweet victory is found in the ashes of your toughest fall.

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*Inspired by the prompt pat on the back from The Daily Post.

Challenges · Drabble · Fiction

004 – Be Still

silhouette of bird flying
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The bird freezes in mid-flight and Vin starts to feel invincible. Every space he claims between himself and his twin adds a thrill of power to his already giddy heart.

Aleks’ eyes are bright and blue, alive even in the stillness of time. Vin raised the tip of his dagger to one unseeing iris, letting his weapon glide gently down one flushed cheek. He cannot wait to wipe that cloying smile from off that face. His face.

Soon, this will all be mine…

The bird starts clumsily regaining its balance.

Vin is already gone when Aleks regains his temporary life.

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*Inspired by the prompt pace oddity from The Daily Post.