Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
the steps rise steeper
as her tomorrows decline
yet still she persists
I saw Helene’s What Do You See Challenge directly after reading the news of yet another infuriating decision to exert control over women. I am struggling to retain hope for a future where (as a woman) I am considered to be a person not merely a vessel to be used then tossed aside. So this is as hopeful as I can get this morning.
And to all those who insist on sticking their business in my uterus, I say …
Its big eyes just stared unblinking for a minute. “What do you call yourself?” the Fawn said at last.
Its tone surprised me. Such a soft sweet voice it had! Oozed like honey. Regret briefly crossed my mind. I pushed it back. “Doesn’t matter.” I replied. “I’m just following orders.”
This 50 word piece of Flash Fiction was inspired by the 50 word Thursday Challenge. Hosted this week by Tales from the mind of Kristian
Here’s the picture
And here are the words:
`What do you call yourself?’ the Fawn said at last. Such a soft sweet voice it had! – Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll
falling for Peter
Tinker Bell took a tumble
and her light went out
This fun little haiku (or this statement on the dangers of falling for an immature emotionally stunted man-child) was inspired by Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge (tumble / tinker).
the battle goes on
but we’ve already lost
as bullets rain down
This month marks the the anniversary of the Kent State and Jackson State killings. This week, another shooter shot up another campus and the week before that another shooter shot up … and so on and so on…. Plus, I live in Florida where the @#*#@ legislature passed some truly awful things this week including arming teachers and stripping away voting rights with what is essentially a poll tax! I’m in a hopeless kind of mood and Linda’s SoCS prompt to write about something that “falls from the sky” and Fandango’s FOWC prompt “battle” inspired this sad little haiku.
tension escalates
the battle is upon us
as she rises up
I’ve struggled this past week or so. No muse or no hope or no energy … or all of the above. The world has got me down. But I’m determined to rise back up so thanks to Ronovan Writes for the word inspiration (friction and action for which I substituted tension and battle) and Suzi at I Write Her for the fantastic photo prompt courtesy of Dani Olivier
Tina Stewart Brakebill 