Challenges · Drabble · Fiction

064 – Crowd

pexels-photo-1148998.jpeg
Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Pexels.com

The painting moves!, the little girl would often say.

It was only kooky Aunt Elsa who believed her. Everybody else thought it was just a phase.

But Aunt Elsa knew better—

The little girl had always been Grandpa’s favorite.

Not even the locks on the dead man’s old room, where the painting hang, could keep him from taking what was his.

So when the little girl finally disappeared, it was only Aunt Elsa who knew why.

She could see them—

A grinning old man and a scared little girl, blending in with the otherwise vibrant colors of The Marketplace crowd.

———-
*Inspired by the prompt the artist’s eye  from The Daily Post.

Bite-sized Tales · Challenges · Fiction · Weekend Writing Prompt

Weekend Writing Prompt #1 – Haven

Here’s a new challenge I’m trying out hosted @ sammiscribbles


prompt 126


……her weary soul finds solace in
……..a corner of that old house
………void of the town’s petty grievances and
……….explosive tempers that ate away at her sanity
….when she was still alive.

———-
*Inspired by the prompt Haven from the Weekend Writing Prompt challenge @ sammiscribbles.

Challenges · Drabble · Fiction

063 – Deal

clear glass window with brown and white wooden frame
Photo by João Jesus on Pexels.com

Kitt looked at the little girl on the bed, face as pale as the sheets. The sight brought an ache that gripped at his heart and screamed at his soul.

“Are you sure?” the kind lady beside him asked. She smelled of earth and grass, felt warm and true like sunlight.

Kitt looked at the man keeping vigil by the bed. Daddy’s eyes were red and swollen, his face a portrait of helplessness and fear.

The lady took Kitt into her arms. He didn’t really need to say the words.

“They’ll know,” she said, then took the cat’s soul away.

—0—

Superstition (more of a note, really =^^=): I have had cats die unexpectedly at around the same time as a loved one came close to danger and/or death itself. My Mama says there’s a belief that cats do and will exchange their souls at a moment’s notice to ensure their human family’s safety. I do not believe in a lot of spiritual hogwash these days, but this one will forever hold a special place in my heart. ♥️

———-
*Inspired by the prompt take care  from The Daily Post.

Challenges · Fiction · Three-Line Tales

Three Line Tales 11 – Lost

 

week 192
photo by Sara Riaño via Unsplash

“Peter, where are we?” Dorothy asks, cuddling her dog tighter. “This is neither Oz nor Kansas.”

“I don’t know.” Peter scratches his head, sending pixie-dust flying everywhere. “This sure ain’t Neverland, either.”

“Oh, stop whining, you two,” little Alice sighs, throwing away her cake. “I’m just glad everything’s the right size again.”

———-
*Inspired by the photo prompt above for Week 192 of the Three Line Tales Challenge @ Only 100 Words.

Challenges · Drabble · Fiction

062 – Raid

brown concrete wall
Photo by Dids on Pexels.com

The police came at midnight. It was a good thing Wayne had already stashed his wife away.

He held his breath as the automated intruders raided his place, searching for a warm presence—a filthy human or two to dispose of before they further contaminated the air robots did not even need.

One came too close to the secret panel on the wall behind which his wife lay in a cryogenic sleep.

Sighing, Wayne decided to open his own panel and surrender himself.

His wife would be pissed, but she’d at least be safe.

This was all that mattered now.

———-
*Inspired by the prompt safety first  from The Daily Post.

Bite-sized Tales · Challenges · Fiction

Bite-sized Tales 046-049

049_BuryMeHereInSix

Let my ashes rival the stars.

———-
*First appeared in Six-Word Memoirs®, sixwordmemoirs.com.
*Prompt Source: Six-Word Memoirs.

048_KidsTodayWillMissInSix

The genuine happiness of just living.

———-
*First appeared in Six-Word Memoirs®, sixwordmemoirs.com.
*Prompt Source: Six-Word Memoirs.

047_Hero

Wasted heroes d/evolve into villainous souls.

———-
*Prompt Source: Sweek.

046_Heat

Never-ending dry spells wilt lukewarm dreams.

———-
*Prompt Source: Sweek.

Challenges · Drabble · Fiction

061 – Croak! (Ditches, #8)

sunlight beaming on green trees
Photo by WARREN BLAKE on Pexels.com

First Part | Second Part | Third Part | Fourth Part
Fifth Part | Sixth Part | Seventh Part | Eighth Part

Prince Jon sighs as early morning sunlight touches his face. So comforting. So reassuring.

So right.

So unlike the nightmare of last night.

Of his cousin tripping over an ancient lamp.

Of a wispy purple genie with questionable skills.

Of a frog princess, as big as a bull, appearing out of nowhere—

“Croak!”

The startled prince’s eyes snap open, a croak escaping his own throat as the fainting spell wears off and his nightmare’s huge, bulging eyes fills his vision.

“You wish it, you own it,” the unrepentant Genie declares.

Sammy snorts in her laughter.

The frog prince faints again.

———-
*Inspired by the prompt ebb and flow  from The Daily Post.

Challenges · Drabble · Fiction

060 – Princess (Ditches, #7)

woman wearing crown holding frog figurine
Photo by Susanne Jutzeler on Pexels.com

First Part | Second Part | Third Part | Fourth Part
Fifth Part | Sixth Part | Seventh Part | Eighth Part

“A princess?” the genie asks, fresh out of his ancient lamp. “You’re asking for a princess?”

Sam fights the urge to groan and roll her eyes a third time. Prince Jon grumbles incoherently on her shoulder. “Can you or can you not do it?”

“You doubt my powers, you impertinent fools?” The offended genie huffs himself to double his size. “Of course, I can!”

“So, do it,” Sam dares.

“One princess fit for your cousin, coming up!” Another huff, a puff, and a sparkly snap of fingers.

And an overgrown frog with a princess crown pops out of thin air.

———-
*Inspired by the prompt generous genies  from The Daily Post.

Challenges · Drabble · Fiction

059 – Fandom (Pants on Fire, #6)

flay lay photography of carrots decor
Photo by rawpixel.com on Pexels.com

First Part | Second Part | Third Part
Fourth Part | Fifth Part | Sixth Part

“Fangirls?” Lucifer snorts. “My dumbass brother has fangirls?!”

“And fanboys, too!” Peter quips, earning an elbow to his side.

Jesus picks a carrot stick from the platter and huffs, “I do appreciate the attention. And most of them are very respectful, too.”

“But…?” teases Lucifer, flicking green peas at his brother.

Peter laughs while Jesus rubs his throbbing forehead. Why did he take his best friend here again?

He sighs, frowning. “I don’t think they understand me at all.”

“I doubt you understand you most of the time.”

Peter laughs again.

Jesus slaps a lettuce on his brother’s grinning face.

———-
*Inspired by the prompt un/faithful  from The Daily Post.

Challenges · Drabble · Fiction

058 – Young at Heart (Collide, #10)

bokeh of lights photography
Photo by Azim Islam on Pexels.com

First Part | Second Part | Third Part | Fourth Part
Fifth Part | Sixth Part | Seventh Part | Eighth Part
Ninth Part | Tenth Part

The idiot sees colors in darkness, rainbows in every storm. His heart is probably made of high-grade pixie-dust, his blood bright like liquid stars—

“Aleks, you’re the worst!” Koko screams, almost blowing her boyish cover.

“Hey, yo? It’s just a fart!”

Lustro blinks out of his Aleks-induced reverie to see Koko dashing out of the tent and the actual Aleks laughing and fanning out his peasant skirt.

Then it hits him, “Dammit, Aleks!” A smell that could launch a thousand ships the same way he is now launching for the exit.

“What?!” Aleks cries.

‘Young-at-heart’ really does go both ways.

———-
*Inspired by the prompt young at heart  from The Daily Post.