Friday Fictioneers: The View Up Here

PHOTO PROMPT- Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Here she was at last: her first cross-country flight, from Merrill Field to a small airstrip outside Anchorage. Halfway thru, Sarah saw a round saucer-shaped ship cruising along at her 9 o’clock, noiseless and invisible to her controls. Sarah wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands, and looked […]

Friday Fictioneers: Pitter Patter

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Kelly Sands Pitter Patter They like to come out when it rains. That’s when they run across the rooftops and dance upon the eaves. Because they are magic, they know how to hide themselves from human eyes, but the pixies love the sound of their tiny dancing feet. If you […]

IWSG: Nothing Personal – But….

>   Way, way back in undergrad, in my very first creative writing class, we were given a series of biographical essays so that we could confront “the auto-biographical impulse.” For (haha) personal reasons, I hate self-disclosure. This is sometimes why I do it too – like lancing a wound. Then, hopefully, it will heal […]

Water from a dam

I am currently taking a class in poetry at Open University, How Writers Write Poetry I’ll be posting the favorite of my exercises on here. This week is sketching, 1-4 line poems.   Water thrown down from the dam, to Unseen depths, Splashes up further down the river.  

Come to the Water

To look upon the quiet pool by moonlightWill never tell what lies within. How leaf drifted down from tree,The pulses of the steady breeze,Tsunami as the earth quakes far away. Come into the water and feelLife in waves. Mysteries are revealedAs we descendAnd rise again. One day we will know why,The trials, the reason, the […]

Friday Fictioneers: The Tell-Tale….Something

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright -Mary Shipman Like the scent of some long-forgotten secret, the sound haunted Rodney’s dreams. When he woke, he could still hear it, even louder and more insistent. Thump-thump. Rodney went to the hidden compartment in the wall, stripping back the wallpaper. The tiny man wore a black top hat, a green suit […]

Haunted Life

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.

Friday Fictioneers: A Matter of Perspective

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 […]