In the ghostly silence Of a day that longs to come, I find Myself contemplating The wonder of it all. Speak to me Of friendly memories, Of welcome ghosts. Are you listening? Are you here? I am Comforted by (After the shock of) Believing. You are here.
PHOTO PROMPT Copyright-Ted Strutz My response to the weekly prompt on Friday Fictioneers, where every week we get together and write 100 word stories. It’s fun – and calorie-free. A Matter of Perspective The so-called dentist left the room for a second, giving Tony an opening, a chance to escape. Frantically, he looked around the […]
PHOTO PROMPT Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy My response to the weekly prompt at Friday Fictioneers, where every week we write 100 word stories, and have fun doing it. Title: First Day at Work, Genre: Slipstream Marvin was warned his new job would be high-stress, but he wanted to help people. On his first day, […]
Insecure Writer’s Support Group My main fear in writing is that I may put a good deal of effort, and time, into this “hobby” only to discover, somewhat belatedly, that no one wants to read what I have written – and what was I thinking anyway? In my brain, how did I think this was […]
Photo credit: Julia Pendergast Response to May 30, 2014 prompt at Friday Fictioneers. Another World, Genre: Fantasy Two years had passed since Julia left to investigate the disappearance of her sister, leaving only a single scrap of paper. “Stand in front of the doorway, say the words, and the portal will open.” Mark held […]
(photo was taken by me on 4/15/2014 during the blood moon/lunar eclipse) Inspired by Marion Zimmer Bradley, one of my heroes. May she rest in peace. Fire and Light One spring, the sun rose and saw something he had never seen before. A silver-haired lady stood alone in the sky, wearing a long silver gown […]
Photo Credit:Sandra Crook My response to the weekly writing prompt at Friday Fictioneers. An InLinkz Link-up. Genre: Light Fantasy Balaam was not having a good day. First, there had been the locusts, then the fiery rain, and finally thick darkness. Suddenly, a herd of sheep appeared from nowhere, surrounding his car. One of the sheep […]
still remembering, lost in the wish to be somewhere else, someone else, as all oceans are one the stars, the moon, the sun, but forgiveness is not offered, not accepted, driftwood caught on the edge of enlightenment
Photo prompt by: B.W. Beacham My response to the weekly writing prompt at Friday Fictioneers. An InLinkz Link-up. Time Wounds All Heals Genre: Contemporary Fiction, General In and out, the waves work to erase all trace of the flood, of the road, of the place where his wife, his beloved Yoko once stood. No one […]
