Challenges · Weekend Writing Prompt

Weekend Writing Prompt #2 – Replace

prompt 127

spare parts make a whole
the tiniest gaps can deny completeness
a puzzle is never done with one piece missing
just as love will never be real when one heart is aching

an ache in the heart from a love that is never complete
as an entire wholeness shatters from a single bad fit
replace a piece in a puzzle and it starts aching
where gaps begin, spare logic goes missing

a piece completes a whole
simple love fits an aching gap
as tiny hearts spare the biggest love

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*Inspired by the prompt Replace from the Weekend Writing Prompt challenge @ sammiscribbles.

Challenges · Fiction · Three-Line Tales

Three Line Tales 12 – I Yam…

week 193
photo by Tony Wang via Unsplash

The old man stood there, a hand pressed to his chin, and the look in his eyes so unnervingly focused that when he moved and finally approached, I shrieked and turned the other way.

He grabbed me by the arm, his grip surprisingly gentle, and asked if I was Olive’s kid. I replied with a slow nod and a quiet yes, wondering how he knew my mother.

“I can’t stands yer pops,” he grunted, then his face began to ease into a smile, wistful and affectionate, “But tell yer momma Popeye says hi.”

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*Inspired by the photo prompt above for Week 193 of the Three Line Tales Challenge @ Only 100 Words.

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.

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

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.”

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

Bite-sized Tales · Challenges · Fiction

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049_BuryMeHereInSix

Let my ashes rival the stars.

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

048_KidsTodayWillMissInSix

The genuine happiness of just living.

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

047_Hero

Wasted heroes d/evolve into villainous souls.

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*Prompt Source: Sweek.

046_Heat

Never-ending dry spells wilt lukewarm dreams.

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*Prompt Source: Sweek.

Challenges · Fiction · Three-Line Tales

Three Line Tales 10 – Wall

Week 185
photo by Leon Bublitz via Unsplash

The slab of stone has been touted as the greatest archaeological find of his generation.

Sure, Fru finds the markings on it especially fascinating, showing what could well be the oldest writing system known to date. Some over-thinkers and creative minds have even suggested the possibility of a secret message–a prophecy, a warning–hidden behind the squiggles and shapes of black, white and green, framed by a broken layer of ancient glass, too thick and too solid to be of any use today.

Half the world is already neck-deep in unraveling the mysteries of this latest historical enigma. And Fru’s just here wondering why their ancestors, who lived in a supposedly advanced society some 100,00 years ago, were still writing on walls.

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*Inspired by the photo prompt above for Week 185 of the Three Line Tales Challenge @ Only 100 Words.

Challenges · Fiction · Three-Line Tales

Three Line Tales 9 – Paved

Week 184
photo by Dave Herring via Unsplash

The path is paved in rainbow colors, the symbol of hope. At one end of which stands a pale blue structure– pristine and untouched by the devastation that swept through the rest of what was once a lively town. The Girl takes one last look at it and for the first time sees it for what it really is–four walls and a roof.

Turning on legs already wobbled by the plague that killed her community, she catches sight of a faint dash of rainbow in the sky. No pot of gold or empty promises of eternal salvation at the end of it. Just plain hope for another day.

The Girl smiles and shuffles towards it.

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*Inspired by the photo prompt above for Week 184 of the Three Line Tales Challenge @ Only 100 Words.

Challenges · Fiction · Three-Line Tales

Three Line Tales 8 – End Times

Week 183
photo by Marcus Wallis via Unsplash

“And there goes another earth,” Lucifer sighs, leaning on the viewing deck. “That old man needs a new hobby.”

“You don’t say,” Gabriel smirks, already getting ideas. Beside him, Michael lets out a howl to rival the crash and clatter of the apocalyptic storm, as though fully convinced he’s the one causing it.

It is, however, Baby Jesus who capsizes humankind’s wooden boat, innocently mistaking it for a toy.

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*Inspired by the photo prompt above for Week 183 of the Three Line Tales Challenge @ Only 100 Words.

Bite-sized Tales · Challenges · Fiction

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045_Insult

Old enough for some who-you cheek.

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*Prompt Source: Sweek.

044_ParadiseInSix

His kiss sweetens my jaded breath.

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

043_Sounds

Tradition drowns out her silent screams.

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*Prompt Source: Sweek.

Challenges · Fiction · Six Sentence Story

#SixSentenceStories 2 – Pad

nature water eyes pond
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

“You’re a frog,” the princess says, not even disguising her disdain.

“Well, I certainly am no freshwater flower, missy” the frog shrugs, hopping onto the next lily pad with the grace and precision of a five-year habit. “And the witch did say any princess will do—”

“I ain’t kissing no frog!” the princess shrieks before diving into the water with the temper of her sixteen years made worse by one week’s worth of cursed magic.

The persistent frog prince will find another princess to kiss the following year.

It takes twenty years for the fish princess to be so lucky.

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*Inspired by the prompt Pad from the #SixSentenceStories Challenge @ GirlieOnTheEdge.